Rolled 7, 17, 10 = 34 (3d20)
>>5811418“The truth,” you said.
Izirina looked up at you.
“The truth… The hidden truths, behind all the things we THINK are true… I needed to know it.”
“Uh?” Zith-Zi vocalized, but you ignored her for the moment. This was between you and Izirina.
“I don’t plan to… Expose you, or the Archmage, or to do anything else,” you said. “If you don’t need my help, or want it… if you don’t even want to be friends anymore, I get it.”
“I…” Izirina began, expression conflicted.
You weren’t done, though.
“I remember all the days we spent studying together,” you said. “You feel the same way—I KNOW you do. I know you don’t want to be… DIFFERENT. But would you have really been happier never knowing the truth? Being IGNORANT?”
Izirina’s conflicted expression turned hostile for a moment, then wavered, and melted into uncertainty.
“I didn’t think so,” you said simply. “Even if it doesn’t CHANGE anything, I needed to know… And so did you.”
She said nothing. Neither did the goblin, for which you were grateful. You and your one-time (and future?) friend simply held each other’s eyes, in a long and pregnant pause.
“You said it didn’t matter anymore, that I didn’t change your plans,” you said, breaking the silence, though your voice was lower and gentler now. “Thent what DOES matter to you, Izirina? What are you planning, exactly?”
She opened her mouth, then closed it again. Her forehead knotted and she squinted, thinking hard. You could practically hear her mind working overtime, and her heart hammering, as she decided whether or not to trust you and to tell you this secret… A secret that, in your heart of hearts, you NEEDED to know.
