>>5902515>>5902521>>5902524>>5902536>>5902576>>5902597>Any chance you know a Sigrid de Hautdesert? Big hat, spooky ghost magic, hates it when you ask if it's like necromancy?>You’re a visiting classmate from St. August’s Conservatory, magic communication spell got botched and turned into a teleport to receiver spell.“I-..I’m from St. August’s Conservatory..! A classmate of Sigrid’s!” You manage to choke out with what air you’ve left in your lungs, the grip on your throat like a vice. “Y-you know.. big hat, spooky magic..?”
“That’s a lie.” The iron claws around your throat tighten. “Sigrid has no friends. Who are you, really?”
“Ana. Ana!” A small voice cries from the doorway. “He’s with me. Let him go.”
“Sigrid?” The knight glances back over her shoulder–and with a wrench, your head slips from her grasp and you collapse to the ground.
“Ggchk–..” You try to choke air back into lungs and color back into your face while the mountain of a woman turns away from you.
“What do you think you’re doing? Bringing a stranger into the caravan like this.. it’s not like you.” Ana scolds your master. “We’re not a traveling hostel, you know. Much as it might seem with our.. other cargo.”
“Sorry. I meant to tell you, but.. I forgot. This is a classmate of mine. Snuff.” Your master’s tone is strange, soft, a manner you’ve never heard before from her.. what’s the word? Deference? Respect? “I didn’t invite him, though. He botched a communication spell, mixed it up with a teleportation spell and wound up here. I figured we’d drop him off at the next town.”
“Hmph. I see. Just tell me next time. I could’ve killed him. Wizards..” Ana mutters under her breath. “Keep him in here, yeah? Don’t want him seeing anything or anyone he doesn’t need to.”
And with neither apology nor acknowledgment, the knight leaves the room, the clank of her armor quiet down the hallway. You breathe a sigh of relief.
“Some.. large friends you have, Lady Sigrid..” You pull yourself up back up with the aid of the chaise, your legs a little more firm.
“Hm.” Sigrid shrugs. “I’d kill you if I found you in my room, too.”
>Ask what your lady was doing faffing around with a gang of killers.>Ask about the lady knight who nearly killed you. Sigrid actually showed some regard for her.>Ask for the details on this memory in particular.>Look your lady up and down again. She looks a little.. furball-y.>[Write-In.] 