>>5577053>>5577057>>5577062>>5577079>>5577176>>5577563>>5577569>Reason with her. Children are famously reasonable.“O-oh, uh–.. honey.” You lower your staff and bend your knee, voice quiet and sweet. “I’m sorry if I frightened you–it’s just that the street is so clogged I can’t get home, so I thought I would try through a neighbor’s. I’ll be right out of your hair in a jiff, alright..?”
“Then–.. then why are you on the second floor?” Your spiel doesn’t quite seem to convince the little girl, who takes a step back at your approach. The girl’s voice trembles along with her candlestick. “I’ve never seen you around before. What are you doing here?”
A sudden quake jilts her words–then another, and another–a rhythmic step that stirs the house, tilts portraits and drags furniture. A bell tolls with each beat. A massive shape engulfs you in the dark as it blots out the window with its body. You manage to steady yourself with your staff as the shadow passes over the hallway.
“What was-..?” You glance over your shoulder to the window–now empty–and then back to the girl. The child’s eyes, however, seem to flit between you and one of the hallway doors. You get a curious, cloying feeling in your gut that if she makes a scene, it’s going to spell serious trouble for yourself and whatever just went by.
>You should be honest with her–you’re a strange itinerant hag peddling a cult and invading her house.>Try to convince her otherwise. [Roll].>Just flee. You don’t see a reasonable explication out of this and you might as well get a head start on her.>Call for Morne. The giant, scary wolfman seems a bit more of a people person than you.>Thrall her. A last resort.>Write-In. 