>>5275287>>5275235>>5275226>>5275218>>5275210>>5275202>You should leave her behind. Toting around Ingrid’s mother like some bargaining chip is only sure to make her spiteful.“Then.. on your mark.” You settle on the dhampir’s request–even if she proves advantageous against her sorceress half-sister, to use such a pitiful situation to your benefit sets a pit in your stomach. You turn to the undead and send her off with a flourish of your glove. “You’re free to go. We’ll leave you be.”
“Bah! Finally! I was getting sick of all your flirting and complaining and fighting. And, for your information, I was friends with some of those skeletons!” The undead proclaims. She continues to rant even as your party breaks away from her–loudly shouting you off, voice growing quiet in the distance. “To think I’d be stuck leading you through some block! And starving the whole time, too! You know, you could’ve at least allowed me just one bite for my troubles..!”
The undead yells you down all the way through–at least, until your party’s silhouettes disappear into the mist and the last ripples of your footfalls in the water dissipate.
With your disappearance, the zombie pauses, takes a deep breath, and releases a quiet sigh of relief. For some reason, tagging along with a human and some monsters like that had wrought a terrible feeling of melancholy in her guts. What unluck! She wipes any stray tears from her eyes–now she might finally have some peace.
