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>Lost them in a game of revolver roulette with a skeleton.
>Ask her to give some of the fabric off her habit. You want nun pants.
“Lost a game of revolver roulette with a skeleton.” You grumble.
“Lost a.. what..?” The nun’s brow furrows. She seems to take that claim for reticence on your part. “Oh. You don’t want to talk about it, then..?”
“No. It was bad.” You examine your figure in the sheen of your rapier. You ought to get out more, pick up fencing again–you’re pudging up a little around your rear section. The blood tonics you quaff will do that.
“Hey, you mind slipping a little fabric off your gown for me? It looks like you’ve got some to spare–unless you don't mind me wandering around pantsless with you.”
“Uh.. well–..” The nun looks between her habit and your VAMPIRE LEGS. “Alright..”
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You’re lucky you got yourself such a pushover of a lady of the cloth. She offers a bit of fabric from a layer beneath her habit for you to put together some half-decent pantaloons to wear (with a dash of magic to take form).
The forest closes all about in a thick brush too unwieldy to bring the nun through, and a path northward seems to be the only one you could take from this house. You could go that way, or backtrack to a path not taken.
>Which path do you take?
