>>6177870The surly woman was awaiting your answer. While you wanted nothing to do with that strange-looking weapon, the Silver Axe was at least tempting. WIth the way things looked, it was unlikely you’d be able to secure an upgrade until at least reaching Morfis. Still, you didn’t exactly trust this “spirit”. You couldn’t help but feel that there was more to this decision than met the eye. She had to have known that neither of these axes were really yours, as the Steel Axe had only dropped into her pond a mere few moments ago. Perhaps she was testing you to see if you’d remain honest? Well, you wouldn’t fall for her trick.
>“Actually, neither of those axes were the ones I dropped.” You say smugly.The woman stares down at you, her mouth curled in distaste. Shit, did you say the wrong thing? Just as you begin to think so, she finally speaks.
“So what? Am I supposed to go back down there and look for your axe? Is that what you want me to do? No, don’t answer that question. Just take these damn things with you!”
With a thud, the lady of the oasis tosses both the SIlver Axe and the Evil-Looking Axe at your feet.
>Obtained Silver Axe! (+16 Attack)>Obtained ??? Axe! (+21 Attack, -20 HP when Used)“Now piss off!” She shrieks. “And tell all your friends to stay the hell away!”
The geyser shrinks in size, taking its rider with it. In a few short moments, the woman disappears back into the oasis. Peering down inside, you’re unable to find any trace of her. Was that really a desert spirit? You weren’t quite sure. She seemed rather human to you. Besides, who would worship a surly goddess like that? You thanked your lucky stars that your own Goddess was a benevolent and merciful lady. You made a mental note that, once you conquered Morfis, you’d build a temple to her right over this damn oasis. But for now, you happily collect your prizes.
“Can I have that back?” The strange woman asks. For a second, you believe she is pointing at the Silver Axe that you now held. Surprisingly though, it’s the evil-looking axe that she was referring to.
>“This thing is yours?” You ask incredulously. The woman nods. “I was hoping to get something less scary-looking. But any axe is better than no axe.”
That was certainly a sentiment you saw no fault with.
>“What the hell is this thing? Why does it look like that?”“It’s cursed.” She says.
>“Cursed? Then why do you want it back?”“Gotta swing something.” She shrugs.
Another flawless argument…
>A): Return the Cursed Axe to the Strange Woman.>B): Finders Keepers. 