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Fantasy Terrorchild: Awakening
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Damian0358
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K0mori
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The vote is tied - DEALER'S CHOICE:
Your "joke" causes the bar patrons to snort and chuckle, and even Corrinth is taken aback by your sense of humor. She does a double-take, before snickering at your gall in a way that reminds you that it was probably in poor taste. Maybe her company is rubbing off on you. But it's her mother's reaction that you watch for, and she seems more alert for a moment before quickly playing into the joke.
"Tsh... Corrinth, I told you to stop bringing murderers in here," she replies, allowing you to relax a great deal. She takes out a glass for each of the two of you and sets them onto the wooden counter. "So what's your name, you roguish vagabond?" she teases.
"Agranne," you answer as you take a seat. "But now that I've told you..." you lead on.
Corrinth's mother finishes the joke: "oh, am I next, then?" She gives a daring grin and pulls out a dagger, playfully striking a pose as if a fight were about to break out between you two. Any and all tension built from your confession has already evaporated, and the bar patrons return to their prior conversations, none the wiser. Corrinth's mother gives a wistful sigh and puts her dagger away before reaching for a pitcher instead. "You can call me Iona, hon," she says as she pours each of you a bit of beer.
You're not much a fan of the taste, but growing up on land without access to good, clean water meant that you learned to trust it. After a few, much-needed gulps, you settle in. "Nice to meet you, Iona," you say. "...I'm trying to find some work; I don't have any money to take care of myself and I don't know how long I'll be here in town. Has anyone been talking about needing a hand?"
Iona raises an eyebrow at your line of questioning and glances over at Corrinth. Given that the latter definitely intended to recruit you to the coven, you can see how your reluctance to make long-term commitments might be unexpected. She hums a bit as she thinks about it. "...Well, do you know any trades?"
"I come from a poor family," you explain with a shrug. "I can do everything from housekeeping to tilling a field."
Corrinth, meanwhile sets her glass down empty on the countertop and gives a hearty sigh. "Needed that," she says, again, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. After a moment, she then breaks back into the conversation a little mysteriously: "Yeah... You could say she hasn't decided how she'll keep busy."
"You couldn't think of anything?" Iona asks her, now clearly confused. You realize she's asking her daughter why she was being so passive towards you when, in the past, she was probably quite forceful with weaker witches. You're not forcing her?
She gives a dark chuckle and looks away, a bit embarrassed. "...Nah."
You understand the response, unmistakably: I can't.
Iona's eyes flick back to you for a moment as she studies you more carefully, and you begin to feel nervous about the whole situation again. "Well," she mutters, "I guess you'll just have to tell us if you need anything... But let's see - work, work, work~!" She chants brightly as she suddenly returns to the earlier subject. "I think Jakom is looking for help over at the stables. It's dirty work, but you could learn how to shoe horses-"
"Excuse me," an older drow man says from further down the bar. "Hi, Agranne - was it? - My name is Lucyk. I'm a handyman and a gardener, and I have a bit of a task ahead of me. I think I could use your help."
1. Jakom - You've never worked with horses, but you think you might enjoy caring for others' animals for a living. You politely decline Lucyk's offer to learn more about this "Jakom."
2. Lucyk - Not wanting to pass up such a convenient opportunity, you immediately agree to help Lucyk with his job.
Your "joke" causes the bar patrons to snort and chuckle, and even Corrinth is taken aback by your sense of humor. She does a double-take, before snickering at your gall in a way that reminds you that it was probably in poor taste. Maybe her company is rubbing off on you. But it's her mother's reaction that you watch for, and she seems more alert for a moment before quickly playing into the joke.
"Tsh... Corrinth, I told you to stop bringing murderers in here," she replies, allowing you to relax a great deal. She takes out a glass for each of the two of you and sets them onto the wooden counter. "So what's your name, you roguish vagabond?" she teases.
"Agranne," you answer as you take a seat. "But now that I've told you..." you lead on.
Corrinth's mother finishes the joke: "oh, am I next, then?" She gives a daring grin and pulls out a dagger, playfully striking a pose as if a fight were about to break out between you two. Any and all tension built from your confession has already evaporated, and the bar patrons return to their prior conversations, none the wiser. Corrinth's mother gives a wistful sigh and puts her dagger away before reaching for a pitcher instead. "You can call me Iona, hon," she says as she pours each of you a bit of beer.
You're not much a fan of the taste, but growing up on land without access to good, clean water meant that you learned to trust it. After a few, much-needed gulps, you settle in. "Nice to meet you, Iona," you say. "...I'm trying to find some work; I don't have any money to take care of myself and I don't know how long I'll be here in town. Has anyone been talking about needing a hand?"
Iona raises an eyebrow at your line of questioning and glances over at Corrinth. Given that the latter definitely intended to recruit you to the coven, you can see how your reluctance to make long-term commitments might be unexpected. She hums a bit as she thinks about it. "...Well, do you know any trades?"
"I come from a poor family," you explain with a shrug. "I can do everything from housekeeping to tilling a field."
Corrinth, meanwhile sets her glass down empty on the countertop and gives a hearty sigh. "Needed that," she says, again, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. After a moment, she then breaks back into the conversation a little mysteriously: "Yeah... You could say she hasn't decided how she'll keep busy."
"You couldn't think of anything?" Iona asks her, now clearly confused. You realize she's asking her daughter why she was being so passive towards you when, in the past, she was probably quite forceful with weaker witches. You're not forcing her?
She gives a dark chuckle and looks away, a bit embarrassed. "...Nah."
You understand the response, unmistakably: I can't.
Iona's eyes flick back to you for a moment as she studies you more carefully, and you begin to feel nervous about the whole situation again. "Well," she mutters, "I guess you'll just have to tell us if you need anything... But let's see - work, work, work~!" She chants brightly as she suddenly returns to the earlier subject. "I think Jakom is looking for help over at the stables. It's dirty work, but you could learn how to shoe horses-"
"Excuse me," an older drow man says from further down the bar. "Hi, Agranne - was it? - My name is Lucyk. I'm a handyman and a gardener, and I have a bit of a task ahead of me. I think I could use your help."
1. Jakom - You've never worked with horses, but you think you might enjoy caring for others' animals for a living. You politely decline Lucyk's offer to learn more about this "Jakom."
2. Lucyk - Not wanting to pass up such a convenient opportunity, you immediately agree to help Lucyk with his job.
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"Sure. What's the job?" you ask, ignoring Iona and Corrinth as they trade glances again.
Lucyk gives a reassuring smile. "Well, you see, every week I tend to the church's gardens, so we'll need to pull some weeds, trim the grass, clean the stonework, trim the hedges, and so on... But this week I also need to handle the cemetery's maintenance. Normally, I have help for this, but my pal Rythe had to leave town and won't be back until next month. You don't mind working on hallowed grounds, do you?"
You honestly don't mind the cemetery, but you're hesitant to work so close to the church itself. Part of you fears that you'll be recognized as a witch, or worse, that you'll actually be identified as a murderer, as the clergy tend to be quite paranoid about cultists and witches. Mages of light may not be known for cruelty like witches are, but that doesn't mean that they can't use their magic to compel you to speak.
On the other hand, there are five witches already living in this town who have apparently avoided suspicion, so maybe they won't judge you so quickly just because you're an outsider and a bit strange. Perhaps it would be better for you to attend and pray to Gallanis, to set their minds at ease?
Moreover, you don't want to change your mind so quickly after learning about the task, as it would make a poor impression. "No, it wouldn't bother me at all," you reply quickly, giving a weak smile of your own. "What can you offer?"
"Five silver pieces for a day's work, and five more for tomorrow," Lucyk answers. "How does that sound?"
1. Accept - this isn't much money, and won't take you very far, but it'll put food on your plate and keep you from being too reliant on your benefactors in the coven. Plus, you can always look into the other job later. You nod. "That's fair. When do you want to head over?"
2. Haggle - "Do you think you can do a little better than that?" you reply, sheepishly. You're still thinking about your future beyond Tashlaan, and you won't be able to save for it unless you get paid well for your work. "If you could spare a little more, it would really help me."
3. Decline - You begin to suspect that Iona and Corrinth might have had a better opportunity in store for you. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I can do better," you explain, gently.
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