>>5600775>>5600778>>5600783>>5600887>Attend to Morne’s side.>Ask the hag to divinate the wolf. There anything you can do?You are, unfortunately, without band-aids.
You nonetheless hurry to Morne to kneel by his side, the mound of fur matted thick with coagulated blood and the occasional shallow, ragged breaths. You glance back to the hag, who peers over your shoulder with weary eyes at the dog. “Hag. Put yourself to use.” You order her. “See if there’s anything to be done here, or..”
“Feh! I told you, divination doesn’t work like that..!” The hag rolls her eyes. “But I don’t think you need tarot to see he’s ready to curl up and bleed out.”
“That shrill bat is right–there’s nothing to be done.” Morne leers at the old lady. You snatch a spare bit of rag from the oracle’s headdress to lay upon the wolf as he bemoans his situation. “I knew I’d lose that duel. I just lost my head–..I won’t be so foolish again. I can’t afford to waste time on death here..”
“Well, you’re not quite dead yet.” You stare down at him. “Is there anything I can do here, or..?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll be back when the bell tolls.” He eases his head out ahead, toward the next district. “You can stay with me until I’m gone, at least.”
>Shut your trap and let him die in peace. No weird femcel ramblings.>Ask him whether what Fleur said was really true. Are you both wasting time here?>Ask what he knows about what’s ahead.>Ask him about himself.>Write-In. 