>>5197498>>5197449>>5197384>>5197345>Speak to the armored one. Still brooding, still lonely.You turn your attention to the corner again–the suit of armor broods alone in one dark corner, his arms folded and his head lowered. You can make out only a plume of ashen hair and pallid skin between the thick plates of coal black armor. While such a heavy set like this is far from standard wear in the royal army, the armor strikes you as familiar; you could swear you’ve seen one like it before.. but he catches your glare.
“What is it?” She asks in a low voice, much to your surprise. “I’ve nothing to do with you. Go away.”
>Ask for her origin. You recognize her armor.>Ask what her business here is.>Ask if she’s looking to join a party.>Leave her be. Speak with your dhampir about your affairs.>Leave her be. Speak with your new handmaid.>Write-In. 