>>5198393>>5198404>>5198408>>5198461>>5198488>Continue along with Ava.>Interrogate Noel. What’s become of her knife?“..Fine, fine.” You decide to press forward with the dhampir–you’d rather not risk the loss of your guide in this godforsaken hellscape for mere curiosity. You heft yourself up along the stone with a great heave and wipe the sweat from your brow with fresh vigor. But, first.. you glare at the handmaiden’s back. “You.”
She pauses halfway along the stone and turns back, her eyes dull. “..Yes, sir Von Gundyr?” Noelle asks.
“Explain yourself.” You nod toward her newly-shiny knife–upon closer inspection, it resembles more of a large medical scalpel than a dagger. “What’s become of your knife? There’s fresh blood on it, but we’ve yet to encounter human or monster down here. Just what have you cut?”
“Ah.. forgive me. I’d neglected to keep it clean.” She pulls a handkerchief from her skirt and daubs at the blade’s edge; the blood stains the white cloth wholly crimson. “The blade is cursed. It's prone to bleed of its own volition. It’s nothing you need to worry about.”
While her tone and demeanor remain as always dreary, a sense of doubt claws at your guts. A cursed blade? Really?
>Let it be. You’d rather focus on getting ahead for now.>Demand to see her knife for yourself.>Demand to know what she’s hiding from you.>Write-In. 