>>5586219>>5586225Your first priority is to find somewhere else to hunker down. The Green Knight is being kept inactive by Irinnile, but you recall how emaciated she looked in your communion with her back beneath the Mages’ Tower—she may not be able to keep it up indefinitely. You need somewhere to store him while you and the demoness plan—somewhere you’re SURE isn’t compromised.
“We could go back to the warehouse?” Irinnile suggests, nudging your hand with the hilt of Kinslayer to facilitate the communication.
“Hm.”
It’s an idea, but not ideal—it is far from your target, this ‘Princess Ekaterine’, and not terribly defensible in a siege. Perhaps Infiltrator agents are given to this sort of duck-and-hide, always-on-the-move approach which circumstance has forced you into, but that isn’t your usual style—you are king, damn it all! A sovereign in need of a stronghold and a force to command!
Time is limited. You have been lugging the half-clad Green Knight around for most of the night already, and you don’t want to be caught with him in broad daylight.
In the end, you opt to…
>Skulk the well-groomed manors of the lesser nobility, evading patrolmen and other staff, seeking sanctuary in a disused shed or guest-house>Attempt to parley your way into staying in some well-heeled humans, just until your “drunk friend” here is sobered up>Wait… Does Irinnile know any OTHER Reptilian Infiltrators in this town, from her previous life as your mother’s minion? Maybe you can seek shelter with one of them…>Uuugh, fuck it, back to the warehouse it is—but just for tonight>Write-in[We'll talk shop and seek out the others with divination tomorrow!]
