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You turned around, eyes wide.
And there sitting alone at a table, was Metis having a pint.
He was more ghoulish than what you remember.
Teeth sharp and pale as a corpse.
But it was him, with his suit and smile, and those gigantic glasses that prevented you from seeing his eyes.
He was the elf who had caused everything.
The one who had led the group to the ruins where they summoned you trying to save their lives.
The one who had leaked altered summoning rituals trying to cause a war between the Empire and the Democracy.
The one who was trying to free Gaia from her prison.
And he was having a pint.
"The All Mother knows why you are here, so do I. Sit, Anon. I want to help you."
What will you do? (Roll 1d20 Bo3 Speech)
>Ignore Metis, try to get information from the bartender. (DC:18)
>Sit down with Metis, hear him out.
>Sit down with Metis, ask him something (What?)
>Attack Metis (DC:???) (what's the plan?)
>Cast a spell (Which one?)
>Write in
