>>5187877>>5187924>>5187991>>5188123>>5188211“I need to go,” you tell Fynn, keeping the quiver which you feel in your chest out of your voice. “Don’t worry—I won’t bother Edwin.”
You turn to leave, but Fynn calls out: “Ismena!”
You turn tense and ready to reject him more forcefully.
“Edwin doesn’t know what he’s giving up,” he says.
You smirk at that. “Neither do you.”
The human man seems puzzled by your words, but you do not clarify. You just turn, and go. You have work to do.
True to your word, you do not seek out Edwin and Paula on their… Charitable endeavour? Date? Bah—it doesn’t MATTER what it is. It’s no threat to you—not if the Inquisition never has any reason to seek out either of them. You will head this off at the pass—get ahead of the story and snuff out the embers of the fire which threatens to engulf all three of you.
‘…You protecting that traitor, babe?’ Irinnile asks, surprised.
‘I’m protecting my mission,’ you say, as much to yourself as to her. ‘I’m protecting my people, and the Grand Design.’
Irinnile isn’t convinced… Nor, you suppose, are you. Your mptives aren’t pure. Edwin knows more than anyone else—he is a terrible risk, left alive. However, he’s…
‘Too dreamy to kill?’ Irinnile finishes.
You huff in frustration at your own pitiful, oh-so-human weakness. You’re at the Hawksong Royal Library, though. There is no time to dwell on such things—it is late in the afternoon, essentially evening, and you have work to do.
When you enter, you find the library mostly empty. This is perfect for you. Better yet, your ‘leak’ is there: the helpful elfmaid, Fesliel.
“Oh, hello!” she says, looking up from her rolling wood-and-steel cart, stack with books and scrolls. “I was just filing away the last of the returns. I’m afraid we’re closing up.”
“That’sss fine,” you say, with a smile.
Fesliel blinks a couple times, looking at you again. “Oh, wait—you’re that young woman who comes here with Edwin of Engel, aren’t you? I haven’t seen you in a while!”
The sting of her words, however unintentional, helps make what comes next all the easier. You…
>Kill her swiftly and cleanly, with your dagger>Attempt to mesmerize her, and to use her to feed every drop of her lifeforce to sate Irinnile’s growing want [remember: elves are magical creatures]>Knock her out and attempt to erase her relevant memories>Slay her and set this place ablaze, destroying countless tomes of human knowledge and covering up your crime>Write-in 