>"...so why exactly were you trying to keep us alive?"
>"You know you're talking to the princess of all monsterkind when you call me a submonster, hmm? Peasant?"
“Your kind aren’t predisposed to charity. What exactly is it that you think you can weasel out of me?” You keep your grip on the fairy tight, but allow her just enough room to loose her lips. “What good does it for you that I don’t wind up with a silver bullet socketed in my skull?”
“That’s some crazy fairy racism, lady.” The fairy glowers at you. “You think someone like me could help you out of the kindness of her heart?”
You let the question hang in the air.
“Well, I mean.. I did have a LITTLE favor I wanted to ask.” She murmurs. “I mean, I helped you, so fair’s fair, right? I’m not even asking much, either. You don’t even have to go out of your way to do it.”
“And that would be?” You notice the way she drags her feet on this.
“You’re not from here. I can tell. You don’t have the same kind of look as the other monsters that hang around BROCELIANDE. You don’t fall in with the beast. You’re some monster from the outside. Plus, you fell from the sky, so..” She posits. “I figure you’re probably trying to get out, right? Figured I could maybe tag along. You won’t even notice me. Put me in your pocket, or your shirt, or whatever.”
“That’s quite presumptuous to ask of someone you just called a submonster.” Your eyes narrow. “And ‘some monster from the outside?’ Do you not know who you’re speaking to? I rule over all monsters, insect.”
“..You don’t really get it, do you? You’re not in your ‘outside’ anymore.” The fairy leans in. “Not all monsters come from the MISERICORDE, y’know. They can get born elsewhere, wherever great dark magic accumulates. Like down in some low, dusty catacomb, or in a cursed village.. or even a very dark corner of the woods.”
You don’t get the chance to probe her further, as the nun comes into view–or at least, should. Rather, something else stands over her. A low, squat, heavily browed monster, grey and craggy. A TROLL, it seems..
“Oops! Looks like someone got to your dinner before you did. You snooze, you lose, I guess.” The fairy shrugs.
>Attempt a sneak attack from behind.
>Shout to draw it off.
>Romance?
>[Write-In.]
