>>5593572>>5593578>>5593589>>5593730>>5593825>Ask her if that’s really true. Use your wiles to convince her to tell the truth.>"Morne, let her speak, only then decide if her or your words are truth."“What?” Your brow furrows. Your contract with the wolf hinges on <span class="mu-i">you</span> helping him find his sister in return for <span class="mu-i">him</span> helping you ascend to get at the cult’s leader. You can’t work with a corpse. “Don’t lie to me, knight. Is she here, or..?”
“I don’t know if my sister is here–and neither does he.” The knight angles her head toward the hound. “But she is no princess for you to save, much as my brother likes to play the knight. She is a toxic, manipulative, miserable person, a drink and sex addict who lets herself be defined by a fifty year old grave. And she will drag everyone who cares about her down with her–just look at my brother.“
The wolf doesn’t respond to her provocations with words–instead, he raises the greatsword and brings it down over the samurai’s head in a deft swoop. The knight glances the blow off with both katanas and steps back. The lycan’s swings–though strong–are sluggish, predictable, the flexing of his arms spilling more and more blood.
“Morne, let her talk. Decide if she’s–” You begin, but he cuts your warning short.
“You are not my master.” Morne’s voice is clear and cold.
“Our sister’s gone. But no one seems to be able to accept that.” Fleur’s words grow wistful. “It seems time has stopped for everyone but me.”
>Urge the wolf to flee. You don’t see a winning scenario in this fight.>Let him fight. You’ll try to step in if things truly go sour.>He can’t fight naked. Surely, he can understand that.>Try–.. Even MORE rhetoric?!>Write-In. 