>>5278240>>5278215>>5278214>>5278213>>5278212>>5278209>Apologize for your actions... But not for the monster-girls, who are nice, actually.>Ask what took place after you split from her in the dark corridor.“You have my sincerest apology for what took place when last we met.” You kneel down before the girl to meet her at her eye level. “To lead your party through halfway and then forsake you like that in the midst of an attack is unforgivable. But–please, understand, I had to leave to save the life of the doll. If I had not made out when I did, she would have died without hope for resurrection–”
“It’s just a doll.” The monster huntress responds plainly, a hint of rage at the edges of her tone. “A thing of porcelain. You’d leave me to suffer for it?”
“..What, then, took place after I left?” You ask quietly. “You did not number among the corpses I saw back there.”
“Are you curious?” She laughs bitterly. “Well, after you abandoned us, the wolf man continued to slaughter my men. I played dead–hid among the corpses and waited for him to pass. He did, but I was so frightened–so cowardly–I continued to hide. And then an explosion rocked the hall and the ground crumbled beneath me–I fell deep low, into water. I was alone in the mist. And then monsters–a horde of vulpine beasts–consumed my flesh.”
“You died?” You echo in worry. “Are you.. alright?”
“I awoke in a shrine. A broken one. And the thing there told me that I’d come back at the cost of my memories. I could remember my mission–what took place since I first went into the dungeon, my men, our duty, but not a bit more before that. I do not recall my parents, my friends, my loved ones, nor where I grew up, my interests and hobbies.” Her voice begins to quake with rage. “So I bought my goods back from the merchant. And I sallied forth, determined to uphold the one thing my mind clung to. And now I’m stuck here, next to you, my men nowhere in sight, to die over and over in the CORPSE.”
You’re unsure of how to respond. She begins to laugh again, her voice thick with venom. “Do you know what’s funny? I’ve passed my time with this.” She raises a thick, bound leather book–the diary you bought and gave back to her at the last shrine. “It’s curious. Even though I recognize my scrawl, the words read like a stranger’s. None of it means anything to me.”
>Ask what her mission here was.>Ask if she’d like to accompany you. Your mission may lead you to cross paths with Morne.>Leave her be. Go speak to the hag.>Leave her be. Go speak to the merchant.>Write-In. 