>>5551883>>5551901>>5551974>>5552063>>5552252>>5552352>>5552362>Warn him not to step closer, lest he see something horrifying.>but thenks him for worring, that is the mark of a leader.You feel the hood–now more of a tatter slip of felt–fall from your head. Your blanches and you slip into a dark nook along the stairway.
“Please, don’t step closer.” You maintain your amicability, but raise a hand to forewarn him to pause. He stops in his tracks.
“U-uh.. is it me..?” The knight looks nervous. “Is it.. because of your master? I’m sorry. This must be strange for you. Shall I cover my face, or maybe–”
“It’s not your appearance. It's mine.” You try to reassure the anxious hero, hands up. Your hair is thick about your head, so long it slips down by the tips of your boot’s ankles. “My hood, it’s–.. I’ll need some time to sew it. I’d rather you not look at my face, lest you see something so horrifying it kills you again. But thank you for worrying–that is the mark of a true leader.”
“Your appearance? That’s no trouble at all. I look like a skeleton, Snuff.” He, against your wishes, takes a few hesitant steps forward. “I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”
>Retreat further! Deeper into the dark! This mark of shame will reflect poorly on the entire DUCKWORTH LINE.>Allow him a glimpse.>Write-In. 