>>5168644>1“Girl,” the older man—Innes, you suppose—interrupts, laying a silencing hand upon his youthful companion’s shoulder, “your skin-tone, your accent… Where are you from?”
You hesitate, then simply answer “An outlying provinccce, to the—”
“To the south?” Innes interrupts.
You resist the urge to take a step back.
“Eassst, actually.”
“You know,” Sir Chase muses, squinting a little, “I think I’ve heard that one before. I can’t seem to place where, though.”
“Perhaps your ‘new friend’ would like to walk with us while you chat,” Sir Innes suggests. “We have places to be and things to do?”
“You would let a ‘girl’ like me accompany men as important asss you?” you ask, giggling to hide nervousness; you sense a trap, and Irinnile is practically clawing at the inside of your skin to escape.
“Obviously not,” he scoffs, “but until we return to our barracks, you can spare me having to listen to Sir Chase prattle on.”
“Hm?” Sir Chase asks, before registering the insult. “Hey! There’s no need for that, Sir Innes. I…”
He looks back to you now, as if reconsidering. You wonder if he is in on this possible trap, or if perhaps you are overthinking things. You can’t easily sense the emotional state of these Paladins, let alone their inner thoughts, but the gleam in his eye and the nature of his smile certainly SEEMS ‘innocent’ in its lechery.
“Well, I could certainly sue some less grumpy… More PLEASUREABLE company…” he says, grinning and offering you a hand.
What do you do?
>Accompany the Paladins—there’s not need to get paranoid>Heed the fear within—make an excuse to leave>Make a scene—accuse Innes of discrimination and profiling>Strike while their guard is down—slay chase with a demon-claw!>FLEE! Look at that killing intent in Innes' eyes--FLEE, before they make their move!>Write-in 