>>6095744Although you wait for him to explain himself, the human does not elaborate further. He does not provide the rationale behind his choice, nor does he provide his opinion on the Ilythiiri, Eilistraee, or anything else for that matter. That, it seems, is for all of you to infer. Whatever his reasons, he has cast the decisive vote in favor of your people. Sten is the first to speak up, clearing his throat. "Looks like that settles things. We can put the drow up at the old Tenpenny estate, now that we finally cleared it out. At least that place can be put to use for a good cause, after everything."
"Speaking of which, let us not forget the matter of Lady Sindiira's reward!" Sings Emitia, who hops to her feet. Circling around the chamber, she approaches you with a heart-sized chest fortified by steel, the dull white glow emitted by its dark wood informing that it has been augmented by magic. She offers it to you with both hands, holding back joyful tears as she looks into your eyes and beams. "This is from my personal fortune. It is not nearly as much as I would like, though my coffers are a tad lean after paying back the stolen council funds I had received from Tenpenny in full."
Your heart stirs, heralding a warm sensation that spreads all throughout your body. Accepting the chest as gracefully as you are able, your the edges of your lips curl upwards for once. "Dos bel'la ussa, abbil," you state. Nodding, she continues. "Furthermore, the High Captain and I have agreed to formally declare you Champion of Everlund. It is no royal title, but it is the highest merit that a citizen can receive. I can think of no other individual more deserving of such an honor."
Bowing politely, Emitia returns to her seat. Not only have you finally secured the place of your people in this city, but a peek at the contents of the chest leave you dizzy. The interior is several magnitudes larger than its appearance would suggest. Money - more money than you have ever possessed in the entirety of your many years, all for you you. This is wealth.
As the council's discussion turns to matters of statecraft and petty squabbles over the outcome of the previous vote, their words become indistinct noise as you dream of the possibilities.
>I am a rich woman now. There is only one thing to be done! I go to the Bell Market, right this instant!>It has been far too long since I have seen my dear Amaranth. I wonder if he will like my new hair color?>This seems like a fine time to visit Ilanis, and celebrate my hard-won successes by becoming mind-bogglingly inebriated.>[Write-in.] 