>>5216589>>5216580>>5216537>>5216529>>5216512>>5216498>>5216461>>5216607>"No, thank you. The deathly cold of this crypt is already testing me and I'm not trying to catch hypothermia">Turn our nose up and scoff "Besides, It would be improper for a lady such as yourself to assist in bathing me, the right to do so is reserved only for my wife."“..No, thank you. The deathly cold of this crypt is already testing me and I'm not trying to catch hypothermia.” You turn your nose up and scoff. “.. And it would be improper for a lady such as yourself to assist in bathing me. That right is only for my wife.”
“...” Millicent glares at you, the choir mask’s eyes narrow slats. She gently restops the flask. “..Very well. I’ll assume my mare has made a mistake. And I do have you to thank for directions. I’ll be on my way to meet my comrades now–but I’m sure we’ll meet each other again further down. And I’d hope, for your own sake, that you rid yourself of that horrible smell when that time comes.”
Your haughty noble “act” seems to convince her well enough. The AUF ARSENE leads her horse away and the gentle, rhythmic clops of the steed fall quiet in the distance. You release a quiet sigh of relief before you nearly choke as the two beneath your coat worm their way out.
“..Gah!” The dhampir gasps for breath. “..Was hot down there..”
The doll looks dazed, face flushed. You suppose it may have been a bit much for her.
“Well, you did well for yourself. Those AUF ARSENE are usually like dogs–when they pick up a scent, they bite down and don’t let go. It’s good that she was alone.” Ava sighs, patting you on the back. “..And I suppose you came off as a bit too pompous for her to consider worth her time, so she just left. If only I had done the same..”
“Right, then. You done?” The berserker scowls. “We’ve lost enough time as is.”
“Yes, yes. I know.” The dhampir rolls her eyes. “Maybe I should’ve just crawled into that oversized suit of armor along with you.”
Your walk continues forward from there–you note that the half-shattered, twisted grey architecture has begun to thin out around you. “We’ve begun to reach the end of the COFFIN, the GIANT’S LID.” The dhampir glances back. “From here, the half-sunken buildings will begin to crumble into nothing. We’ll have to walk a lengthy narrow route. This is the most dangerous part of the block–all too easy to step on one wrong stone and fall to your death, resurrecting back at the shrine and losing all your progress.”
“..Right. Let’s hurry up.” The berserker gasps. You glance over to her. She seems rather ragged–her breath is short and weak, her shoulders trembling beneath their plates.
>Stop the group here. Take a brief break before you finish up.>Walk alongside her and keep your voice low. Ask her what the matter is.>Press on. You’re close enough to the next shrine for a proper break, anyways.>Write-In. 