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>>5203918>>5203914>>5203896>>5203859>>5203851>>5203838>>5203827>Ask for her to expand on that.“You want hair? How do you mean?” You frown; as much as you’d like to shear the dhampir bald, you can’t help but shudder at the thought of the aftermath, especially in a dungeon where death is no easy escape. “It looks to me like you have a fine head of hair already.”
“Ah, yes, well..” Noelle toys with her own short locks. “Although artificial, my shell was built to replicate the human body; my skin can bend and flex, I can consume and taste foodstuff, and my heart can beat. But the one thing I cannot do is grow hair. It was sewn into my scalp at a set length.”
“..I see. So you’d like longer hair, then.” You begin to understand. “And you’d like my help?”
“..Yes. Up above, in the shrine, adventures would sometimes pass with locks that grew like floods of tangled waves. I always thought it beautiful, but father vehemently denied my requests. Because then I would no longer resemble his daughter.“ Her voice grows distant. “Although I might share her face, I am.. unlike her. I would like mine so long that it falls along my hips, smooth and fluffy and warm. It makes me feel comforted.”
“And how would we do that? Not my hair, I hope.” You frown. Your lineage is one proud of its locks and its distinct lack of male-pattern-baldness.
“You need only provide me hair–lots of it. I can perform the work myself.” She bows her head. “And.. from near anywhere is fine, I suppose.. alive or not.”
>Agree to her request. You’ll do your best.>Deny her. She’s fine the way she is.>Write-In. 