Rolled 5, 15, 13, 17, 2 = 52 (5d20)
>>5145907>>5145757>>5145732>>5145715>>5145589When your meal is done, you ask if you can lay down for a time—“to ressst up for work” you say—and Agatha is faster to oblige than Uncle Oxford is to devise some excuse to say no. Poor, silly girl. She means well, and that loyalty and helpfulness can be valuable, but you need no rest. No, you need only to…
To…
>Cry into a pillow about EdwinOkay, maybe you need to take a moment. Luckily, the Johans provide you with a quiet room, with curtains drawn, and with a pillow into which you can scream and sob your frustrations and laments, far from prying eyes and judgement.
‘Oh babe,’ Irinnile coos. ‘I thought we were past this?’
‘We are,’ you insist, wiping your eyes and nose somewhat gracelessly. ‘We are.’
‘Hey, you know what always cheers you up?’ Irinnile asks rhetorically.
You can already sense her preferred answer, predictable and gluttonous fiend that she is, but you must disappoint.
‘Work,’ you say, ‘in service to the Dark Gods.’
Irinnile sighs, but even she can’t deny it. She knows you well, after all. Your piety and service is, as always, a solace. You bury yourself in it, and let the embrace of shadows between spaces, outside and beyond time, embrace you and banish human frailty from your mind.
>Consult the Akashic Record for advice on demon-wrangling 