>>5592503>>5592546>>5592601>>5592604>>5592677>>5592901>Inform him of the situation.>Faint because you are a pure maiden at heart.A “pure maiden at heart?” You’re a thirty-five year old woman. You’ve given birth. You are deluded (look at what you’re wearing–what you’re <span class="mu-i">revealing</span>) but not that deluded. That’s the sort of delusion that demands a roll: a 16, or even a 17, to convince yourself you haven’t dreamt of wanton monsters on lonely nights.
You, nonetheless, stow away any improper thoughts and avert your gaze. “Your, uh–.. trousers, Morne.” You mutter, hand over your face.
“What are–you.. Gah–! You could’ve told me before I said all that..!” Morne snaps back at the realization, the chains rattling about him as he turns from you. “..I didn’t come here <span class="mu-i">wearing</span> those foul shorts.. as if I enjoy running about half-nude. The idiots here stuffed me in these when they locked me up. I was wearing a cloak, the sort of oilcloth nobles drool over–four hundred pent, from the capitol, you know..”
He sounds embarrassed. It’s almost cute.
Your show is cut short by another rustling in the grass–no, it's not the blades of grass rustling, but the blades stuck from the grass, singing as a wind goes coursing through them. The steel shimmers across the garden as you feel the air change. A small helm goes rolling across the grass beneath your feet–slipping down toward another hunk of plate farther from you.
“Don’t play stupid, Morne.” Fleur’s voice comes from everywhere. “You know you haven’t beaten me.”
You notice, for the first time, the exhaustion in your body–in your heart, in your hands, in your legs–that makes it difficult for you hold your staff. Your champion is battered, sliced-up, and naked.
>Prepare for round two.>Flee! You’re out of here. Get out while she’s reconstituting.>Reasoning! A cult leader is nothing if not a master of rhetoric. Maybe you talk good enough for her like you?>Attempt casting another spell on Morne.>Convince yourself you’re a pure maiden at heart (This won’t actually do anything).>Write-In. 