>>5355865>>5355760>>5355724>>5355602>>5355560>>5355546>>5355546>>5355496>>5355472>>5355412>>5355368You tamp down your misgivings and make a decision.
“Make a map for the Elf Specialist and for the Drow. If we are late in returning, they shall proceed to the Bloodrise with rations, and begin preparing for the campaign ahead. You, I, and the rets of the retinue will proceed to the northern forward base, to requisition aid.”
After all, you HAVE made more progress than the Infiltrator Program has in decades, including securing a TRUE foothold in your ancient ancestral lands. How mad can the Chaplain really get?
(Especially if you personally frame it in the most favourable possible light, and leave out the less-savoury details involving the dragon-hatchlings and your trysts with non-Reptilian females…)
The Cartographer complies immediately, rushing off to begin duplicating his map of the routes between this drow encampment and the Bloodrise mountain range for the Elf Specialist’s benefit. You begin planning as well—planning what you will tell your superior of what has transpired, and what you will request in turn. As you do this, you assign to Olu the duty of readying the others to leave, and Agno to task of wrangling the fire-lizards—he has been showing an affinity for them, now that they understand that he is not a meal. While they deal with these duties, you pay Princess Jazkarmel another visit.
“You’re leaving again, so soon?” she asks, frowning slightly. “I was hoping to discuss matters of strategy with you…”
You recall previous such discussions—the wine, the touching, her laugh, her smile, your mutual flirtation. Perhaps it is all your ‘rest’ with the dwarven herbalist the previous night, but the <appetite> is less distracting than it has been in the past, easier to ignore or dismiss. There is also Oluwadamilare’s own interest in Jazkarmel—immaterial if you desired her, you suppose, but one more complication which you can do without.
“We will have time to discuss such matters at Bloodrise,” you reply. “In the interim, the Bastard and the Thief will probably be able to answer most anything I could.”
“Alright,” she says, nodding her head with a small smile. “Travel safely, Dragonborn.”
