>>5219926Alhazred is less decisive when you approach him.
“Was I explicitly include din this order?” he asks. “My human parentage is Southernly, and the alarm which you have raised may well raise suspicion of darker, foreign human breeds.”
You pause before replying. Alhazred has been useful, stalwart, cunning, and supportive. He is a fellow Degenerate—the first of your abhorred and discriminated-against ilk with whom you have bonded.
‘Handsome son-of-an-iguana, too,’ Irinnile notes, appreciatively. ‘Ooo, that jawline!’
You sensed resentment and envy in him however. You do not detect it now, but his reluctance to immediately seize upon this opportunity in spit of his ambition speaks to a disillusionment.
What do you do?
>Bring Alhazred>Leave Alhazred here>Suggest that Alhazred at least join you as far as the surface, then chart his own course>Write-in The rest of your reinforcements are (so you are told) to meet you in Hawksong—or, rather, to privately coordinate through Roth and Albacete, and one other such contact called Sauer who hides in some capacity among the shippers and receivers at the dockyards. They will await your signal and summons, and join you when you need them—be it this month, or next year, or five years hence. They are to be embedded deep, attending to no other grand schemes save to support your own. It is an ego-affirming situation, to say the least: you are practically a field commander, something even Roth and Albacete cannot boast!
You don your leafweave armour, (reluctantly) trade your blood-red Fleshweaver cloak for your (by now cleaned and mended) blue one which Agatha Johan made for you, and you make the long trek up the winding tunnel-system to the cave outside of Sparrowtown. Roth is at your side, in his same humble garb and same human guise. Your first destination is…
>The farmhouse, to see Henzler and your pact-minions and to check in on their progress>Sparrowton, to gather a few supplies>Goblintown, to attend your promised meeting>Mina at The Pretty Kitty, to explain your absence and to ask after your brother’s trading company—your source of subversive shirin stimulant>Write-in