>>5286301>>5286235>>5286227>>5286201>>5286200>>5286193>Let her know you’re only checking in if she’s alright.>Ask what she plans to do now that Morne is dead, even if momentarily.>Praise Noelle“Magic? Yes, well.. good on you.” You rub a hand against your chin–those witch’s organs may yet prove more beneficial. You place a hand against the “wound” on your chest, now only a dull throb along your suit vest. “I thought to weigh in for my own check-up, but.. I suppose this was your handiwork as well?”
“Ah–I.. suppose so. I thought it strange that you were well so soon, but..” The doll rubs her hands together as sparks crackle out. “I wasn’t aware of doing so..”
“Witchcraft.” Millicent murmurs hazily, her eyes still to the stars above. She begins to laugh lowly and bitterly. “I’m being treated by some.. puppet thing, with witchcraft. If I’d known this is how it would turn out, I would’ve just rotted beneath that cross. I’m a shame to all Auf Arsene..”
“..And it’s good to see that you’re alright too, Millicent.” You greet the huntress. “You still plan to continue with us now that Morne is dead? At least for now.”
“I have business to attend to–a duty to fulfill while we’re close to the bottom.” She murmurs, her voice weak. “The reason we were sent here. I’ll stick with you until then. After that, I’ll.. return to the top.”
“Business?” You stare her down. “After the lich’s head? Because..”
“No. I couldn’t kill that mangy dog alone. Think I could kill a lich?” She averts her eyes. “It’s Auf Arsene business. I can’t tell you. At least let me have that dignity.”
>Press her for more.>Allow her her secret. Continue forward through the CORPSE.>Write-In. 