>>5641995“Right,” you say. “And when we require his appearances in council?”
“Puh-leeeaase,” she says, rolling her eyes. “How often do you even, like, need us for that shit anymore now that you’re practically Prince of fuckin’ HAWKSONG? But, yeah, I can… Like, wear him for a bit. That why you came to visit little ol’ me?”
Her eyes drift downwards, and a long tongue slithers out of her mouth as her hand moved from your face to your chest.
“Or you here to join the party, Big Boy? Still got all that juicy, ooey gooey mana swirling up in there, I see…”
You take her hand in yours and, politely, remove it from your body. She frowns.
“Neither,” you say. “The Green Knight’s allies move to liberate Deepvein and to take up some foolish quest against us. We must stop them.”
Irinnile blanches, expression and body language abruptly shifting from lascivious and relaxed to shrink back and away, frightened.
“H-hey, I told your little snakey-poo there, like, no way. Paladins are a no-go for a hot piece a’ ass from the Seven Circles like me, okay?”
“I require your aid,” you reaffirm. “You promised to assist me.”
“An’ I have, but, like… No pact, ‘member? That was all you, baby.”
“Yes,” you remind her, “because I trusted you.”
“Well sucks to be YOU, then, don’t it?!”
