The bottom dropped out of your stomach, but you tried hard not to let it show in your expression.
<span class="mu-r">“And now?”</span>
She turned and smiled sadly at you.
<span class="mu-b">“Sometimes I wonder if he really does own my soul. After all, I’m still coming in there everyday, losing most of my money, and spending what little earnings I have to drink my worries away here. Feels like I’ve used up all my potential, or something.”</span>
She picked up her martini and swirled the liquid around in her glass a few times.
Okay, this was bad. If Delgi really was a demon, then all this talk of soul contracts couldn’t mean anything good. But there had to be some way to salvage this situation. Demon contracts were still contracts. And contracts had exploitable loopholes.
You knew a prospective lawyer, a psychic businesswoman, a monster hunter and the Sorcerer Supreme himself. There had to be someone you could go to about this.
But before any of that happened, you’d have to actually <span class="mu-i">see</span> the contract you were dealing with.
<span class="mu-r">“Any chance you remember the contents of the contract?”</span>
She stared at you for a moment, and then shrugged.
<span class="mu-b">“Not off the back of my hand, and not word for word. But if you really want to see it, I don’t think the owner tailors the contract for each and every person.”</span>
You frowned in confusion.
<span class="mu-r">“Meaning?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“Get him to make you an offer. Go in there and make it look like you’re having an exceptionally bad day. If you do, you might be lucky enough to have your very soul labeled as collateral.”</span>
Her words were those of a defeated pessimist, but one who still had a glimmer of hope in the form of a shady loan shark.
<span class="mu-b">“If you really do find a way to break it, do a girl a favor and pass it along?”</span>
You nodded slowly, and she gave you a different smile this time. It felt more genuine. You got up from your chair and left some money on the table. Enough for both your drinks and then some.
She lazily waved her thanks.
<span class="mu-b">“Thanks, doll. If something else comes up, you know where to find me.”</span>
As you vacated the bar, you thought about how you should proceed from here. You had no idea how important the contracts were, but they were your first real lead in this investigation. You planned to break into the Devil’s Den either way, but maybe you didn’t have to do it in the way that you planned.
What will you do?
>Enter the Devil’s Den as a gambler and pretend to lose all your money. If you’re lucky, someone will swing by to offer you a contract.>Break into the Devil’s Den, as planned, and try to find something that can be used against him.>Invite the woman to meet with Elsa. Maybe she knows some ritual to examine the contents of the contract by interacting with her damned soul.>Call someone for help or advice. (Who?>Write-in.Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s 