>>5574944>Rolled 20 (1d20)You gently unclasp your silver talisman from your neck, whereupon it slips into a bank of snow and flowers.
“Oh, dear! How clumsy of me..!” You make a show of (very, very slowly) bending down to pick it up, flaunting your GOTHIC WILES for all the world as you do. You may be a little long in the tooth, but you’ve still your natural buxom about you–you’re sure you can appeal to his more bestial side with a display as wanton as this.
You end up rubbing your hands around in the dirt for an embarrassing thirty seconds, to the point your fingers grow numb and your backside aches. You glance over your shoulder to see the wolf continue his prowl away from your party and down the churchyard. That’s right. He’s blind.
“Oh, how clumsy you are, dearie.” The hag leans down and places the talisman in your hands. She lowers her voice. “And.. is your backside quite alright? Do you have a wedgie, or..?”
You ignore the old lady as you continue along after the lycan, just barely managing to keep in pace while your disciples go skulking behind you. “So-..!” You exclaim with a pant as you drag yourself up to him. “You said you had urgent affairs in the QUARTIER DE DEVOTION, did you not? I plan to meet with the cult’s holy father there. Why not join forces–help each other out?”
“You think we could help each other out? You and your crippled peasant and hunchbacked crone?“ MORNE’S lips curl with amusement. “It will take three times the time that I don’t have to get there at this pace. I will be fine without you.”
You glance back to your disciples. The hag waves.
“They are.. loyal, at least. And.. I have a menticide BLOOD RUNE. You got a taste of that in the church, a powerful magical force to have on your side.” You add on. “You, meanwhile, are wounded, starved, and clapped in irons. They caught you once at your best, so what’s to say about your worst? I can help you, MORNE–so what, exactly, is it you need help with..?”
The wolf’s mouth moves for rebuttal, but he stops, his lips curling back beneath the steel muzzle. The chains on his wrists clatter against the ground as he continues his amble, but he’s beginning to slow. “A blood rune. Hmm.” He speaks slowly as he massages his snout. “..Fine. Maybe you’ll prove useful.”
The wolf pauses as he casts his gaze at the village, which stretches high into the sea of stars above. “The reason I’m here is for my half-sister–.. no, my big sister. She went missing about two years ago. I presumed the worst, but I’ve found proof that she’s been seen imprisoned by the cult here, somewhere in the QUARTIER DE DEVOTION. I’m here to save her.”
>Offer to join forces to help one another out.>Induct him into your cult as repayment for his debt.>Any more details of his sister? Maybe, as your cult grows, you can help him look for her.>Try out your GOTHIC WILES again.>[Write-In.] 
