>>5690452A procession of uniformed servants floods the dining hall, moving practiced proficiency. Together, they drape a cloth of white silk over the table, set a lit candelabra with spice-scented wax lights in the center, and place a dish in front of the two of you, each paired with a silver chalice that is swiftly filled with wine - all seemingly done in a single synchronous motion. "Will that be all, Young Mistress?" Asks a male human in his middle years.
"Yes, Federigo. You are dismissed," she replies, waving them off. At once, the entire group bows, exiting as quickly as they arrived. "Please, don't be shy about accepting my hospitality," she tells you, gesturing at your meal. "You visit is unexpected, though not unwelcome." The atmosphere is notably more convivial than when you had very nearly spoiled it, though you have made no progress in convincing her to divulge Tenpenny's secret. You will need to set the pace of this conversation if you are to succeed.
You may choose no more than three.
>Now then, regarding the predicament which my people find themselves in...>Let us imagine that, completely hypothetically, I am hypothetically curious about hypothetically becoming a Sunite...>She says that Sune tells her followers to practice the arts? What art does Emitia practice?>Her peers saw my performance? I would like to know more about them. >Being of an artful inclination myself, I cannot help but wonder; is there some greater significance to her majestic garden?>[Write-in.] 