>>5183425“Lord Bianchi,” you say grimly.
“Yes,” says Felman, looking a little surprised.
Of course. A spooky, arrogant, black-clad young nobleman always reading books on matters mysterious and occult within the bounds of legality, maintaining a guard around him so as not to be unduly interrupted (or observed), even bringing his own tomes whose contents he refuses to share… he might as well have painted a target on his back.
‘Ha! B-boy’s fucked,’ Irinnile laughs, clearly deriving some enjoyment from the fall-from-grace of the man who sought to summon and enslave her.
‘We are as well,’ you point out, ‘if they mentioned we were seen with him.’
“Did they speak of any associates?” you ask.
Felman is quiet for a moment, narrowing his eyes, but shakes his head.
“But we plan to bring him in for questioning today,” he says.
You feel panic rise, and begin to consider your next move.
“What happened to your… Lisp? Accent? Whatever it was?”
You ignore Inquisitor Felman’s question. You have quite enough on your mind.
What do you do?
>Instruct Felman to redirect the investigation [specify if you have a patsy in mind] to the best of his ability>Get Felman to stall the Inquisition long enough for you to destroy any evidence of Bianchi’s occult hobbies and library>Spirit Bianchi out of town, on his way to his family’s old home in the countryside, before he can be arrested and questioned>Alas, Bianchi’s usefulness is at an end—you’re headed to his home to kill him>Write-in 