>>5390857>>5390862>>5390863>>5390877>>5391382>Offer to carry her on your shoulders.>Ask about your lack of tutelage. Not that you mind serving her, of course, but it is a little strange.“Shall I carry you on my shoulders, my lady?” You offer, ever-generous. “We could combine our powers! I’ll keep the spear for close combat and you can use your blunderbuss for faraway quarry. We could hunt the beast in half the time.”
You manage to distract her from her frustration, if not in the way you meant to–as her exasperation turns on you.
“Are you <span class="mu-i">pretending</span> toward this inane stupidity? Because I have a hard time believing you’re truly this stupid. No. I don’t need you to carry me on your shoulders.” She tries to peel her boot up from the mud with her gun’s stock. “How did you even worm your way into the conservatory? Because it clearly wasn’t by merit of your academic performance.”
“I mean no offense, my lady, but that’s why I’m here.” You try to ease her rage. “They thought my magical aptitude impressive, so–..”
“Of course they did. So why do you even need me, then?” Sigrid yaps back. “You–”
Her barks are cut short by a rustling in the tree line just by you. But your master is still stuck in the mud.
>Stay here with her. Help her get herself out.>Gut the beast yourself! You might prove yourself to your lady.>Write-In. 