>>5169775>>5169777>>5169790>>5170035>>5170055>>5169775>>5169777>>5169790>>5170035>>5170055You consider Edwin of Engel. The safety and security of his home—his arms—is a powerful draw. Being the damsel-in-distress worked once… Could it earn his love anew, your hasty appearance and desperate circumstances appealing to his protective instinct?
But what if he rejects you? More than even the possibility of wasting time, of being caught…
<Heartbreak: 87%>
No, you can’t do it. Instead, you will Irinnile to shift your shape into something a little huskier and a little tuskier. Your skin shifts shades towards a more greenish hue. By the time you have traversed all the way to Goblintown’s entrance, you are once more in the guise of the half-orc occultist Zithra.
The human guards at the Goblintown gateway hassle you more than necessary, questioning how ‘someone like you’ came to be in possession of such a nice cloak. It takes but a little glamour to bypass their predations, though, and you do so readily—you can waste no time with their petty inert-mammalian racial jockeying, with Paladins breathing down your neck. You have heard no commotion in your immediate wake as you traversed the city streets and back-alleys, but you don’t wish to take any chances.
‘Might wanna’ wipe their minds?’ Irinnile suggstes anxiously. ‘If they remember the cloak, an’ the Paladins come askin’…’
It would take additional time, and it might be time (and energy) wasted. Would the Paladins think to look for you here? Would these dimwitted guardsmen recall such a detail? It’s already mid-afternoon…
Do you take the time and effort to better brainwash the guards?
>Yes>No 