>>5828866>>5827888>>5828051>>5827525The silver spirit, an entity of otherworldly elegance, listened as Wetware wove his words into a tapestry of promises and allegiances. The mage's voice, imbued with a subtle desperation, painted a picture of a world free from the taint of Uratha - a world where the spirit's resplendent purity could reign supreme.
"You speak of favors and alliances," the spirit mused, its form shimmering with a light that seemed to pierce the very essence of the night. "The removal of such blemishes... it does intrigue me. To cleanse this realm of their defilement, to assert my splendor... yes, there is merit in your proposal."
With a final, resonant chime that echoed the sound of metal on metal, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very air, the spirit nodded, an ephemeral gesture of agreement. It then vanished, leaving behind a lingering sense of enigmatic power, the memory of its presence fading like a dream at dawn. The only trace of its departure was the fading echo of its departure, a haunting melody that whispered of ancient alliances and future favors.
Starting options are:
1) Pursue the silver spirit to tell it that it shouldn't strike just yet
2) Go to the workshop to survey results and see progress
3) Call New Moon again
