>>5882902>>5882905>>5882918>>5882928>>5883087>>5883094>>5883100>Ask Sigrid for what you should do to help her.>Tell her of your patrimony with him. He’s spoken to you recently, like in the dungeon!“Is that pipe weed, my lady?” You eye the thin, wispy trails of smoke that ebb from the bowl. You’ve never been one to smoke, but you’ve heard tell of pipe weed before–it’s particularly popular among the short sort and is notoriously difficult to get outside of their underground communities. “May I try some?”
“Yes. And no.” Your master takes another puff. “Like I said, it’s a foul habit to pick you. Your mouth is just as important a tool for you as a wizard as your wand, so you’d do well to keep it clean.”
“I see.. well, then, might I ask what I could do to help you with the god?” You offer. “Like–perhaps a strategy of sorts, or a clever gambit? You know, as a child born of the wild gods, he’s actually my patron.. in fact, he spoke to me in the dungeon! Even if he was a little mean, but.. you think maybe he’ll just give us the hair as a gift for his son?”
“Oh, that’s right–it was his star you were born beneath, wasn’t it? Your mother made mention of that.” Your master sighs. “But no. Not likely.”
“We can do little to plan for this. The wild gods embody chaos, and he most of all relishes in it.” Your master looks out the window bitterly. “When people think of wild gods, they imagine fertility, bucolic scenes of pasture, fecund woodlands and peaceful wildlife.. not the roiling cosmological tempests that they are. The wilderness is, by nature, untamed, uncontrolled, and unbound. Just look at the primordial sea. It surrounds all known civilizations, no matter how much we try to conquer it. We’ve been tamed by the wilds, not the other way around. That’s why I hate that name–’wild gods.’ They’re more like chaos gods.”
You know little about the wild gods and you’d like to know little still, but if it would help your master.. “You mentioned you had run-ins with him before, have you not? How did those go..?”
“Embarrassing. Frustrating. Humiliating.” Your master’s gaze grows angry, then falls. “He generally avoids killing, but we should still watch ourselves around him. If we’re to head out, I’d prefer it just be you and me, to tell the truth. Any more and things will get unwieldy. Leshy preys on that.”
>Go out with your master.>Try to convince your master to bring along someone else from the chapel. [Write-In.]>[Write-In.] 