>>5934291Still, his hand lingers at his face, where the burns would be. Costella seems to notice as well, and says:
“You know, Ez could probably, like… Fix you right up, if he worked his magic.”
The Thief looks startled at that, looking between the two of you, seemingly startled. You cringe inwardly, not sure if you WANT to exactly, but…
“They’re old scars?” you ask.
The Thief nods, slowly.
“I can’t promise perfection,” you say, “but… It’s possible, yes.”
“Perfection is a slippery thing,” the Thief agrees. “For instance, I have spent many years learning how to blend in among any of your surface-swelling, mammalian races, and yet I know my mannerisms are not PERFECT. To those who already know what I am… Who have seen me… It becomes an uncanny thing, yes?”
“Well…” you trail off.
“Yeah,” Pearce interjects. “Kind of.”
“And yet,” the Thief says, apparently unbothered, “you would help me, knowing that I am in actuality your enemy?”
You smile again, a bit more genuinely this time, because you sense something in this being—not arrogance or scorn, but genuine puzzlement.
“We’re working together to save your king’s son, aren’t we?” you ask. “We’re not enemies, then. We’re friend. Or at least allies.”
>20 for Sociability“Alliesss…” the Thief whispers, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Yes, I suppose that is the Dragon King’s way, to take elves and others as ‘allies’… Perhaps I still have more to learn, about this New Age.”
As the journey continues, The Thief gradually relaxes further. Costella eventually grows bored of the landscape, and begins making conversation with everyone, lizards included. Though his answers are usually short (and her questions rather trivial) the Thief provides them readily, and amiably. Do you have anything else to ask the Thief?
>Ask about his old masters>Ask about his gods>Ask about the Prince you’re going to rescue>Ask about all this ‘New Age’ business>Let the others make small-talk while you focus on the mission ahead [skips to the Sylvan Realm border]>Write-in 