>>5197281>>5197280>>5197276>>5197271>>5197217>>5197192>Agree to his offer.“..Very well.” You settle. You have some lingering doubts about the situation, but she’s just one frail girl; how much trouble could she be?
“Ah! Wonderful, wonderful. You can treat yourself to these,” He nods, scooping up the choir mask, the silver rounds, and the rations. “Here, here. You needn’t worry about her welfare–hell, you’ll hardly notice her. She can take care of herself.”
He nudges his daughter. She gently curtsies, her head still low. “..Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Her voice is cool and quiet. “You may call me Noelle. I am a handmaiden by trade.”
>Move on from the shrine. Two followers is more than enough.>Speak to the armored one. Still brooding, still lonely.>Speak to the dhampir. Maybe she can weigh in.>Write-In. 