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>Convince her to let you pass (How?)
The expedition was stopped by the gigantic elf-shaped creature.
She obviously wasn't an elf, but the question about the origin was thought.
The pair of servants that followed her did not make the situation simpler.
Mummified elves with eyes and mouths sewn shut, dressed in brightly colored rags.
As she demanded that the expedition turn around, the self appointed "leaders" discussed what to do.
Fighting seemed like a bad idea and that bridge made crossing the river a safe action.
They had to convince her.
But how?
A moment of brilliance on the part of the group and a misstep on the part of the nobleman, who had peeked out of his cart to see what was happening.
If there was someone proficient at kissing ass and making up excuses on the spot, it had to be the cowardly noble.
And he was pushed into the negotiation with the creature.
Trembling with fear and shadowed by her, Tarek was unprepared.
"Filthy" were the words of the woman watching him, probably said out loud by accident.
With a muffled voice and trembling hands, the young man began to speak.
At first asking questions of the master and his greatness.
The abomination gave a vague explanation of what the perfect creature was like and how it deserved everything.
And since he could return at any time, the group had to leave right now.
Tarek, seeing that he was not going to have more time, presented his arguments for letting all of you cross the bridge.
His voice taking the confidence of a mask that he used daily to survive.
He asked if she knew where the master would return, she didn't.
So he argued that maybe it could be crossing the bridge, a bridge that hadn't been tested.
And if the bridge was not perfect, it might not support the weight of the master.
The woman was horrified, her face contorting in unnatural shapes at the thought.
And quickly the nobleman offered a solution to her problem.
Let you cross it, if it falls with you, they will have to make one that the master deserves.
If it stands, it could support the master.
The woman was left thinking, she was not stupid.
She knew that these were excuses to cross it.
So the noble continued to offer reasons.
He said that you had already come from the jungle and you had not seen anyone,
so if you continued advancing it was more likely that you would run into the master and give him directions on how to get here.
"The master knows how to find me, he knows." Was her answer, although there was some doubt.
