Rolled 2, 12, 3, 13, 6 = 36 (5d20)
>>5937125“She’s my… Assistant, with a number of projects,” you say.
Costella seems to catch on quickly, piping up in reasonably-competent Elvish: “O-oh, yes! Costella Fanucci, um, personal scribe and… Courier?”
“In-training, in both regards,” you add quickly, knowing Costella very much lacks the training to plausibly pass as one of the Tower’s scribes or couriers. “Absolutely vital, you understand. I couldn’t get by without her. She takes down my notes, runs important errands, all those sorts of tasks.”
Costella frowns a little, just for a second, but bobs her head in a quick nod.
“I see,” says Ranger Commander Qinfir. “You alone have such a servant? You must be the leader of this mission, then?”
“I suppose I am,” you say, and make a decision. “I am the Archmage’s Apprentice, after all.”
“The one who cured that terrible plague?” he asks “Who established the first fairy-forest west of the Sylvan Realms?”
“The same,” you confirm.
The Ranger Commander’s eyebrows lift slightly in surprise at this, but you’re not done.
“My name is Magus Ezreal Mious van Houtzmann,” you say, “of Dappulyet.”
“Dappulyet… They’d had some trouble lately, hadn’t they?” the Ranger Commander asks, in which you know to be more of a rhetorical probe—to see what you know, to see what role you might have played in it.
“Myself, my friends and my family, we fought the Unseelie off, in the name of the moon,” you say with well-deserved pride lending steel to your spine and weight to your words. “I was honoured by the priestess there, Clanirae.”
“Honoured by the priestess?” the Ranger Commander repeats, and smiles slyly. “I’d heard a rather more exaggerated telling, then…”
“I suspect there was truth in the telling, sir,” you say with feigned indifference. “We were indeed graced by a rare visitation by my people’s ancestral patron, Princess Miannie of the New Moon.”
“Really?”
The Ranger Commander only looks half-surprised—perhaps more surprised that you would speak so openly of it. The other Woodland Rangers in earshot certainly take notice, whispering and pointing. You do your best to pay them no heed.
“It’s an impressive life you’ve lived, for an elf so young,” the Ranegr Commander acknowledged, bowing just a little lower.
You say nothing for a moment, wondering what will come next… Worrying that it might have to do with however your reputation has developed among the Bonum Chaoticum and their most faithful children and cousins. However, the Ranger Commander says nothing of this… Nothing at all.
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