>>5182930You enter the general store, a small and stuffy place, full of ill-packaged items on rickety shelves. It’s cramped, mouldy, mouldering, sad… But full of more essentials and inessential ‘luxuries’ than any such store outside the auspices of Hawksong and its satellite communities like Sparrowtown would hold, even in such a relatively unaffluent neighbourhood.
“One bottle of your finest oil,” you say.
The man behind the counter sizes you up, smirking a little as he makes an assumption of why you might need such a product. “Oh? Lubrication, huh?”
He’s not WRONG in his assessment of your profession—not technically—but with Irinnile’s emotions seeping into you, you feel your irritation flare.
“I don’t require skincare advice from a pox-marked peasant,” you snipe back.
“Feisty!” he says, then leans across the counter. “That IS how I prefer them. How much?”
What do you tell Irinnile? But, well… She can tell if you’re lying, so it must be the truth.
>You cannot turn your back on the paradise you beheld, or the affirmation of the Dark Gods, not even for her [-affection, weakens soulbound]>You care more for her than for any paradise the Dark Gods can offer—you will find a way to be with her, wherever it may take you and whatever it may deny you [+affection, strengthens soulbond]>You will extend your time together, in this world, as long as you can… But one day, you WILL need to leave>Write-inWhat do you do to the man?
>Pay up, and leave this place in peace—he’s a waste of time and effort>Mesmerize him, and take his oil and his other valuables as well—and the coin behind his counter>Draw your dagger, raise an aura of intimidation, and dare him to say another word>Agree to prostitute yourself to him… And then drain him dry and feed him to Irinnile, as a treat>Write-inWhere will you head next?
>Bianchi’s, for research purposes and a check-in>Felman’s, to get an update on the ongoing investigations>Roth’s, or Albacete’s, to discuss the Reptilian’s moves and to keep them abreast of the Dragonborn and the other events of the last few days>Yosef’s, to see about getting ahold of those glasses>Zi’s, to sate some <WANT> and mend your wounded heart with a cute date>Write-in 