>>5480730“What are you up to?” the Novice Fleshweaver demands, when you are once more alone.
“I do not know what you mean,” you answer flatly.
“You have never been so cagey with your schemes before,” she sighs. “Not with me. Not when you found the dragon hatchlings’ remains, not when you… Impregnated that INSECT…"
She narrows her eyes, and confronts you directly:
"Do you even HAVE a plan? Or was this just... For their sakes?"
You follow her gaze to the Archer and his Dark Elf Princess, dancing merrily, smiling as widely and genuinely as you have ever seen... In love.
"You have been acting oddly since we arrived here," the Novice accuses you. "Especially since you returned from hunting the dog-faced ghouls, you have been… Different.”
You say nothing. HAVE you been?
The Novice tilts her head, appraising you, and admits something rare for her.
“I am worried. You are behaving… Emotionally”
“They are pivotal allies in our cause,” you mutter, a little taken-aback at the implications, even as you are surprised for different reasons at the Novice’s concern.
“Wevenore has changed you,” she asserts. “You dance. You smile. You… Cavort, and attend parties, and trouble yourselves with mammalian matters beneath your own station.”
You go quiet again, and so the Novice does something else that shocks you: she reaches out and takes your hand in hers, guiding you to your feet.
“Fine,” she snaps. “Then we dance.”
“Wait,” you say, “what?”
“You will not escape my inquisition, ‘Theral’,” she hisses, as she fumblingly attempts to force you to lead her in a dance—something that is, by its very definition, a difficult proposition. “I WILL extract an answer!”
How will you respond?
>Admit that you might have gone a LITTLE native, being among mammals, and resolve to rectify this>Refute the Novice Fleshweaver’s assertions—you are no less Reptilian than you ever were!—and cut short the dance>Confess to your revelations in the funerary caves, and since then: of your capacity for romantic love, and your love for her>Write-in[Seduction DC:
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