>>5825536>>5824622>>5824584>>5824188>>5823722>>5823702>>5823692Wetware left the job site and entered the woods, where he would not be noticed even for hours, and began his arcane work. The air crackled with unseen energies as he chanted in Atlantean High Speech, the ancient words spilling from his lips like a river of forgotten knowledge. The ritual stretched over hours, a test of will and focus, the world around him fading into a blur as he bridged the gap across the Gauntlet.
As the final syllable echoed into the twilight, reality rippled, bending to the mage’s will. From the shimmering veil, a spirit emerged — a being of liquid silver and ephemeral grace, its form a dance of light and shadow. It was the abstract embodiment of silver, a creature from beyond the veil, its presence both beautiful and unsettling.
The spirit’s arrival was a tempest of otherworldly power, its voice a melodic chime that resonated in the air. "Why have you called me forth?" it inquired, its tone laced with the curiosity of an ageless being. Wetware, standing in the heart of his ritual circle, faced the spirit, his determination a stark contrast to its fluid form. The moment was charged with potential, a nexus of human ambition and ethereal wonder.
1) Negotiate, but be direct; tell the spirit he wants it to help him route out some werewolves who took over his shop
2) Negotiate, but be oblique; start with small talk and use euphemism to describe what he wants
3) Skip the discussion and try to use Command Spirit to bring it to heel right off the bat
4) Dismiss this spirit and say nevermind
