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>Let her be. Pretend you’ve no clue what the book is about.
“Oh, I see.” You offer the nun a shrug, hands on the back of your head. “..You must have an out-of-date old tract, then? The church is always amending their dogma.. I could never much stand keeping up with it all. ”
“R..right.” Mari’s shoulders seem to ease as you “write it off” for her.
“Well, let’s be off, then.” You give her a smile as you proceed ahead of her, hand at rest on your rapier–know your enemy, know his sword. You’ve got a half-decent grip on the nun now, and you may be able to get more than a half-decent grip on her with that knowledge later.
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Your trek bears you deeper and deeper into the woods, brush closing up around you, branches scraping lightly at your arms. You feel a strange kind of.. you don’t know how to describe it. The night has worn on longer than you thought it would, meeting up with that undead and dancing with those skeletons. The forest should be fading, giving way to the domicile of your tower.
And yet.. the forest carries on, stretching, morphing, growing darker, yet darker. The canopy of leaves cloud the stars as branches pierce the sky. You flew over BROCELIANDE FOREST from your tower to the capitol, whereupon you got a good lay of the land yourself. You know the forest is not that large. So why does it seem so immense? Is it growing? Breathing?
The warm buzz of blood has begun to fade from your head, and a familiar numbness takes its place–with it comes the faculty to assess your situation. The forest should be thinning. The sky should not be so dark. The nun should be in your bedroom by now. So, why..?
“..Where is your home, Avalsidal?” Mari cuts through your thoughts into you. The nun’s face is fearful still, of course, but something else now–.. accusatory. “I thought you said it was just over this knoll.”
>Turn back from where you came.
>Attempt to get a better lay of the land. Fly up.
>Attempt to explain yourself to the nun.
>[Write-In.]
