>>5542500>>5542529>>5542531>>5542620>>5542641>>5542642>>5542643>Accompany him on his way there.“I think I can accompany him down, lady.” You pipe up to the witch, a hand on the executioner’s back. “I think I can assuage any violent miscommunications between us and that carriage should they arise–you know how people get around him.”
“Hmph.. Very well. I’ll allow it.” Sigrid waves off your concern with a shrug. “Try not to get shot.”
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“I look up to and trust my lady with my life, of course, but.. to tell the truth, there is one matter I can’t say I agree with her on.” You chat with VAN DEN BOS. “I truly do not understand her fear of MOTOR CARRIAGES. They’re fine modes of travel–clean, efficient, fast and strong, a mechanical superior to horses in every way. And just because they were unsafe a decade ago hardly means they’re still unsafe now.”
“Hm.” Van den Bos observes.
“There’s all sorts of safety mechanisms and industrial innovations in those machines nowadays–a motor carriage is more likely to sprout wings and fly than it is to explode.” You sigh. “Well.. at least she’s been growing a little more open to new things. And–speaking of that, what do you think of our new traveling companions? Molly and Bredbeddle?”
“Fine.” Van den Bos responds.
“Yes, I think they are fine, are they not?” You continue, largely on your own. “Bredbeddle–well, I trust her not to shank us or steal away with anything in the night, but I can’t say if she much favors us. I suppose she doesn’t much trust us after the old lot she ran with. Molly.. she’s still a mystery. I believe she likes us, but I know next to nothing about the wild woman. I think she likes eggs..?”
“Sure.” Van den Bos comments.
“And, speaking of, isn’t it strange that so many people in this CHAPEL are so very tall? Yourself, Molly, Lady Sigrid’s human form.. it feels a bit more even with Bredbeddle Lady Sigrid as she is now.” You chat. “Molly.. I wonder if she’s wholly human? Is it natural for humans to turn out seven feet tall and strong as an ox..? She’s likely not orc–too pale in the skin–but.. perhaps some goliath blood?”
“I wonder.” Van den Bos tilts his head.
Your wonderful conversation with the executioner concludes as you arrive at the carriage. But before you can open your mouth to query the machine of its intentions, a female voice breaks from the window. You can’t quite make her out through the glass, but her voice is as clear and smooth as the decanter.
“..The manservants, I presume?” She asks. “I trust this is Lady Sigrid de Hautdesert’s Green Chapel. Is she home?”
>Nope! Not home at all.>Who’s asking?>Imply a vague threat to any who’d dare attack her.>Write-In. 