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“I am not a god!”
Your words take everyone by surprise. Even Jurvaz turns to gawk at you, taken aback by your decision to contradict him. For a time, all eyes are on you and all ears are focused on your words. A perfect opportunity for you to clear the air and explain yourself to the Voss.
“I am not a god. I am nothing but a man. I was sleeping beneath the mountain, waiting for the world to heal but I couldn't wake up. I would've been trapped there forever if it wasn't for Jurvaz. He brought me to you to repay the favour, but that isn't the only reason I'm here! I couldn't live with myself if I let the Soulless subjugate you. I cannot promise that I will succeed, but I'll do everything in my power to help you. You deserve that much.”
The reaction to your speech is mixed. Some of them are puzzled by the mixed signals from you and Jurvaz. A few cheer, spurred on by your words. Many scoff and walk away, their interest lost as soon as you declare that you're just a man. As for your companion, his frustration is palpable.
“I told you to keep quiet 'bout that,” he hisses beneath his breath as the crowd disperses. “They need a god to protect 'em, not a man.”
“I'm not a god,” you repeat. “No matter how much you say it, it's not the truth. But I gave my word that I would keep your tribe safe and I plan on keeping my promise.” Exasperated, Jurvaz covers his face with a hand and mutters something under his breath. Clearly, you haven't lived up to his expectations.
“Brother! Who's this that you've dragged into our home?”
You look up to see a man striding towards you. He has the same dark beard and hair as Jurvaz, only well-groomed instead of tangled and matted. He's taller and less filthy as well, with a great cloak of furs draped over his shoulders and a long spear in his hand, decorated with feathers and bones. He carries himself with the sort of authoritative swagger that immediately identifies him as a leader, or someone who longs to be one.
“Blayz!” Your companion seems startled by this stranger's presence and stoops before him subserviently. “He's the... Uh, he calls himself Three Hundred. I freed him from the tomb 'neath the mountain, you see...”
“So that's where you've been hidin' for the last fortnight! I was hopin' that you had run off, to curse some other tribe with yer useless self.” Blayz chuckles and turns his attention to you. He looks you up and down, sizing you up with his beady black eyes. “I'd rather hear the story from you. Is my idiot brother tellin' the truth?”
>Try to make Jurvaz look good. Only talk about the part where he rescued you, nothing more.
>Tell the truth. He saved you, but he's been trying to press you into playing the part of a messiah ever since.
>Frame Jurvaz. He's trying to make himself look like the saviour of the tribe so he can usurp his brother.
>URGE: Strip Blayz of his arrogance. Make him kneel before you, in front of his entire tribe. Put him in his place.
