>>5465812“…Dragon?” Azonia waves, and you shift your gaze upwards.
“I… Notice you had no swords on your person.”
“Well, not NO swords,” she says, with a smirk of sinister excitement. “But they’re less obvious. You don’t need to be on guard in Tlintear territory, you know! You ought to tell your, uh, ‘men’ that.”
“It is natural to be wary around spies and infiltrators,” the Archer shoots back.
Azonia the Duelist has the good grace to look embarrassed, but shrugs.
“Orders are orders,” she says. “Besides, from what I hear, you aren’t exactly keeping your scaley situation a secret anymore. Word has already spread all over Wevenore, you know!”
You tilt your head, and say nothing.
“Oh, come on!” she rolls her eyes. “Are you seriously MAD at me for doing my job?”
How do you reply?
>Yes, and you demand an audience with the Prince who ordered this invasion of your privacy--IMMEDIATELY>No, but you’re disappointed, and you don’t want to see her around anymore>No, you’re actually impressed… Maybe enough to see if she’d rather work for you?>If she wants to make this up to you, she could tell you what she knows about a recent assassination attempt…>If she wants to make it up to you, you could use a dance partner for this little gala [seduction]>Write-in 