>>6184701It takes a few minutes of heavy breathing and nonsensical sputtering before you’re able to repeat yourself, albeit in a more composed manner: she’s m-m-
“Married, yea…” Tzah-Tzie replies weakly as an even weaker smile forces itself upon her face! “Well, <span class="mu-i">slightly…</span>”
How does that even <span class="mu-i">work</span>? What does she mean, exactly?
Rolling onto her back, Tzah-Tzie shifts her gaze to the ceiling– it’s probably a little easier to confess to. “My family name is <span class="mu-b">Sulastir…</span>”
Your eyes go Chytree-sized! That’s… you can’t… wh-what does that <span class="mu-i">mean</span>?
“One of the oldest <span class="mu-b">UMBERAL</span>... if you go back far enough on the family tree, you’d find my great grandfather: Haalmdar Sulastir.”
Something in your gaze reminds her you have no clue what she’s talking about.
“He’s one of Zoral’s first Ruuppaa Vineyard owners.”
Oh. <span class="mu-i">OOOH.</span> The girl responds with a despondent nod. “And, as it happens, my family was really close with The Spice Cartel… still is, last I checked…”
You open your mouth to respond, but she cuts you off! “It’s a family tradition,” TT spits, “Every few generations a Sulastir is married to some big-wig in the Cartel…” Her eyes flick your way, then back to the ceiling. “If you’re a <span class="mu-i">daughter</span>, at least…”
So, you stammer, she was-
“Yep, the lucky lady…” Groans the Durher as she shifts around on the bed. “They call it an honor… a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity… but I could read between the lines. Doesn’t take an archmage to know what kind of life a Cartel wife can look forward to...”
But she got away, right? And that’s where the name comes from?
“It wasn’t easy, but yea…” Nods the girl as she wraps her arms around her trembling knees, “And I wasn’t exactly sneaky about it either… if my family knew I was still around, well… a-and if the Cartel knew-”
Hey, you whisper as you gently place your hand on TT’s shoulder, that’s all behind her though, right? I mean, you got attacked by assassins and Rezzie, but there’s no way those are related to-
“That’s what I keep telling myself,” The Spinner sighs as she squeezes your hand, “But the guy I was, well, <span class="mu-i">betrothed</span> to was pretty powerful at the time… didn’t seem like the type of scum to drop a grudge, so…” She pauses and lets her words seep in. “A-anyways, you wanted me to be honest, and well…”
The girl sends a shaky smile your way. “T-tadaaaah~”
Wow. Well, uh, <span class="mu-i">that’s</span> a three course meal to digest… What's worse, the Durher’s eyes aren’t leaving you… guess she’s waiting for you to respond somehow.
How do?
>You think you have a dark, mysterious past too, maybe…>Who is this guy anyways?>It doesn’t change a thing–you still like her!>Has she talked to her family since?>Does she want to, um, ‘take care’ of that guy?>Write-In! 