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>2 SUCCESS: Acquiescence. Your name is recognised, and the risk is not worth the reward. Not now. But you can expect this slight to be far from forgotten.
<span class="mu-i">“I am Sir Emile Andrei, Stormblessed. And you would do well to heed this offer of mercy.”</span> Your voice carries across the cavern floor with all the authority of the generals of old. <span class="mu-i">“Release my companion, or face my wrath.”</span>
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">“Sssss!”</span></span> The angry hiss of the guards signals their steady advance, scimitar held wide and ready to swing.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i"> “Կանգ առեք!”</span> The Rogue Medusae’s demand is made with the air of one who is used to being obeyed. Her minions have spoken no word, but they seem to understand enough. Their advance halts, blades still poised to strike.
“Andrei. I know this name…” The sorceress’ eyes are indiscernible behind her foreboding golden skull, but you can imagine that they are narrowed in calculation. <span class="mu-g">“Նախանձախնդիր ասպետը.”</span>
“You would not be the first sorcerer to die by my blade.” Compared to the ugly scrape of the steel scimitars wielded by the animated husks, the ring of your sword sliding from its sheath resounds true and pure.
<span class="mu-g">“Դատարկ սայրը.”</span> The Death’s Head Medusae takes a sudden step back as she tries, and fails, to suppress a shudder. “Where did you get such a thing?”
Your silence as you assume a combat stance, classic Stone Guard, is the only response. You have said your piece, more talk will not change whether this ends in blood or not.
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