>>5708074>>5708083>>5708100>>5708103>>5708195>>5708272>>5708277>Take this time to mend your hood and explain things to the knight. Maybe you can even get a chat in with your master.>Use Willow Wand to poke gnome butt to let her know we're here.You remove the piece-of-shit willow wand (more of a broom now, really) from your frock and poke her backside. “G–ah.!! What was that?” Bredbeddle shrieks, flailing her legs back and kicking her boots into the air. “Who’s there?! I’ll kill you, I swear on the gods..”
She seems fine. You can leave her in there for a little longer while you attend to your business. You take out your sewing needle and darning needle..
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“Really..? A demon baron made of goblins..?” The green knight leans in from his perch atop a chest, eyes like plates. “So kind of a situation like mine?”
“I don’t know what his deal was–thought he was some gang of goblins playing dress-up, but goblins don’t have that kind of capacity for magic.” You flip your green hood up and out a few times: no visible stitches. “It’s like some weirdo zombie-ghost-armor situation. I’ll have to ask Lady Sigrid.. ah, here we are. I think this is done!”
You turn back out to your traveling companion, tucking bundles of scarlet braids into your frock’s hood. “You ready for the grand reveal?” You (with a very unnecessary amount of flourish and panache) flip your grassblade hood over your head and strike a cool pose. Your hood looks good as new, guising your hair and elven features from the world AND being easier to draw!
The green knight claps. It’s always good when someone recognizes the innate coolness of your pose.
“U-uh.. ah. Hold on.” He pauses. “I think your lady’s built up enough to resurface. Just one sec, Snuff..”
The green knight places a hand over his mouth and shuts his eyes.. and with a high-pitched hiccup, the spectral gaze fades from his eyes and his smile curls into a tight-lipped frown. Your master slowly casts her gaze about the room as she orients herself.
“Well, Snuff.. either you kept me alive, or we’re both in hell now.” Sigrid stares at the legs stuck out from the chest. “Did you finally get rid of the gnome?”
>Catch her up on the situation. Postulate your own theories. Ask for her thoughts.>Hug her. She’s back!>Okay, pull the gnome’s legs out for real now.>Ask your master what she’d think about you if you were a ginger.>Write-In. 