Baltika9
Arcane
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I've sat on it for a while and here's what I think: this is another OPP, Other People's Problem.
I don't trust the chick. It is compeltely possible that she's telling the truth, but I don't want to do anything until we find out the facts here. Maybe she's a very good con artist and is taking the gullible foreigner for a ride.
Therefore, I'm voting A.
I don't trust the chick. It is compeltely possible that she's telling the truth, but I don't want to do anything until we find out the facts here. Maybe she's a very good con artist and is taking the gullible foreigner for a ride.
She comes off more like a street-smart urchin, which could be useful if we bail her out, actually; a street-smart rogue versed in the local customs would be very useful indeed, at the risk of ditching us at the first sign of trouble. But I want to play this smart, we're not in a rush right now and I find the musings of 'lol let's take over the town right nao' kinda silly when we don't know the first thing about the world, to be honest.“That makes me very curious indeed. You bear the smell of an inhuman monster. That rules out Barzam. You could be the alleged angel working for Methuss, but I find it hard to believe a dreaded weapon of war would be fishing for rumours in a tavern. You might be Galbaldian, but I doubt it for a very important reason.”
“Oh? Why is that?” You turn around, looking at the person that has accosted you. It is a woman – probably, it is hard to make out under the dimming light, and you had been unfortunately fooled before – with messy brown hair underneath that hood, and a pair of round quartz lenses perched on her nose. The quartz is smoked and dark, rendering you unable to see her eyes. Still, she does not seem – again, you had been unfortunately fooled before – to look older than thirty.
“When you were talking to that miner at the bar. I heard you speak in fluent Dijehnese, while he responded normally in Methussian… as if he was hearing you speaking his language. That is very curious indeed.” A cat-like grin spreads across her face. “That effect is not from any existing spell that I am aware of, and Galbaldian muscle-head agents do not have that sort of mastery over magic. Now, of the major powers, that leaves Byarlant, but I am rather certain you are not with them. Their spies would be less obvious, though of course they would not escape my eyes all the same. Does this analysis satisfy you?” She finishes with a labored sigh, as if being forced to repeat the obvious to an ignorant child.
Therefore, I'm voting A.
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