>>5196371>>5196292>>5196286>>5196266>>5196263>>5196252>>5196243>>5196442>Ask of her own intentions here in the CATACOMBS. What use could she have with nobility or money?>How did you find out about the lich’s cup size, anyways? I’d expect that information to be kept close to the chest, so to speak.“So what are your intentions here in the catacombs?” You ask, led on by your curiosity. “What possible use could a dhampir have with wealth or status?”
“Hm? Are you.. unaware? I thought you like the others.” She glances back. “..Do you truly think a meager noble title the only thing at stake here? ”
“How do you mean?” You frown. “The king’s bounty for the lich’s head was one of monetary compensation and nobility, nothing more.”
“Bah! So you <span class="mu-i">are</span> ignorant.” She snickers. “..No, gold and title are such.. ephemeral trophies. Insignificant against the dungeon’s rumored true treasure.”
“And that would be..?” You sigh, sick of her condescension already.
“Immortality.” Lady Ava replies. “A means for adventurers to attain endless life beyond the confines of these walls. It’s said that the lich found a way long ago, but by then, it was too late for her.”
You pause. “Then.. you’re familiar with the lich, are you not? Is it true?”
“Hmm.. who knows?” She turns away. “But immortality is a foolish thing to yearn for.”
“Then how did you know about the lich’s cup size?” You scowl. “I’d expect that information to be kept close to the chest–er, not like that.”
“We’re familiar.” Lady Ava scoffs. “She’s like a big sister, I suppose.”
Your conversation is cut short as she comes to a halt all at once. The passage has come to a sudden end, open to a wide, dome-like room supported and structured by several stone arches. The room is lined with candles and spaces in the walls–another SHRINE, most likely, for adventurers to resurrect in. A handful of disparate people mill about here, a far cry from the pathetic, forlorn shrine prior. You spot a couple interesting adventurers betwixt the few..
“Here. You can ply your trade.” Lady Ava sighs, resting her back against a wall and folding her arms. “I’ll wait for you to finish before we continue. Do hurry up.”
>Speak to the bushy-browed merchant hocking his grave goods.>Speak to the quiet armored one brooding in the corner.>Continue your conversation with the dhampir.>Write-In. 