>>5585111Thus attired, you take your leave. True to her word—THIS time—the Archmage calls no Tower Guardians to impede you. Still, you can hardly stride through the city in open daylight with a celebrated adventurer in tow. While your ultimate destination is Roth’s base here, you must find somewhere inconspicuous to wait until nightfall. You consider a casting of <Guidance>… But then, it occurs to you that you have ANOTEHR covert operative besides your biological father whom you can ask about the navigation of this place.
“Irinnile,” you call out to the demoness again, touching your hand to her sword-form’s hilt.
“Yeah, handsome? Nice skin-suit, by the way? Taken it for a proper ‘test-drive’ yet, or…?”
You sigh. You have a high libido for one of the Master Race, but this demon is altogether something else.
“Are you ALWAYS like this?” you ask.
“Your mom loved it,” the succubus complains, so that you can almost visualize the offended pout.
“Did she?” you ask pointedly.
There is an embarrassed pause.
“Well, I mean… Like, mostly. Sometimes. Yeah!”
“Where can we hide until nightfall?” you ask, unwilling to entertain this conversation any longer.
“Ooo! I know, I know! Follow me!” she pauses. “Oh, and, uh, stop Heinrich bleeding out, huh? That’s the vengeful putz you’re wearing as arm-candy. Otherwise, you’re, like… Kinda’ killing him, ya’ know? Negligent homicide’s a thing!”
You are a little annoyed at that, and you start to speculate upon the rest of the other such easy loopholes to ending the Green Knight and his pact with Irinnile might not be as viable as you had thought when making your knightly oath. A bit of rudimentary fleshweaving staunches the flow of blood from his stump, which is all you can do; Irinnile concedes that this is good enough.
“Alright!” she cheerfully chirps. “Hot Aunt Iri will be your lovely guide to the city a’ Hawksong! Try ta’ focus on the sights in spite a’ my fine ass being so, like, stare-at-able.”
“You are a sword,” you point out.
