“I.. got lost. And drunk. The plums, perhaps.” You admit–a half truth, because you are, in fact, a tad blood drunk. Your buzz is mild, true, but you certainly drank enough to feel it–your tongue runs a bit more loose, your skin tends to grow a dash more rosy, and your form becomes more.. full. “I might ask you the same, sister. Your vows don’t keep you from a bit of food and song for the festival, unless I have my tenets mistaken.”
“Ah.. right. Well, it’s–.. just..” The nun glances to the grave she was taken to. “It’s difficult for me to get upbeat with all the rumors of the BEAST. And with some of the kids I care for gone, it’s just..”
“The ‘Beast?’” You echo, raising a brow.
“I find it hard to believe you haven’t heard–it’s all anyone seems to talk about, besides the midsummer festival..” Marilia sighs. “The BEAST OF BROCELIANDE–all manner of rumors swirl of a great, dark beast seen in the woods, a monster not seen before, one said to take children and elderly into the forest where it devours them whole in the night..”
“That’s very macabre.” You murmur–you have not heard tell of any manner of beast, which is strange, as you rule over monsterkind. “And you said children were disappearing..?”
“Well.. to tell the truth, children sometimes disappear from our orphanage. They always have. They find someone else they might stay with, or decide to take in with the church clergy or a hunter fraternity, or simply decide to live independent of us.” The sister eyes the great stone church beside you. “But.. I still at least see them in the city, and can know they yet live. The way our children seem to vanish into thin air now.. I fear the worst. I seldom fall in with such fads as these, but.. I fear the BEAST, to tell you the truth.”
A baseless human rumor, more than likely made up by a drunk fool. Maybe you could use this to your advantage to snag poontang, though..
>Your own baby brother disappeared into the woods. Perhaps it was the fault of the beast!
>She needs to take action and look for the kids herself. And you're quite the capable swordstress.
>You live in the woods, and would like her to help you get back. Maybe she can even stay the night.
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