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ID: Nvh1BTbG/qst/6261156#6278009
7/21/2025, 2:59:27 AM
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Damnit, you wanted that Seraph Robe. You purse your lips in disappointment. If you had a bit more gold it would have been yours, though that would have meant selling out to the Consortium. A part of you thinks about potentially dissuading Leonora from buying it. Perhaps something along the line of telling her that it makes her ass look fat. Or that the royal blue color was out of season and that others would mock her behind her back. But frankly, you didn’t know a thing about fashion, and you grew up around enough women to know that botching this might prove to have dire consequences.
>“I think it looks good on you.” You force yourself to say the words after some time.
“Ahh, a warrior with a sensitivity for fashion. Now I’ve seen everything.” Leonora smiles. “I suppose I’ll take it then.”
>Leonora gained +7 Max HP!
“Thank you for your feedback, Lord Tristain.” Leonora says, handing the robe off to her Adjunct so that she may complete the purchase. “I hope that there will be plenty of opportunities for us to work together in the early stages of the competition. Though there may only be one winner, I believe it would be fruitful for us to establish good relations. Together, I imagine we may be able to cull much of the chaff we find ourselves against.”
Working together with her? On the surface, it seemed like an obvious answer. Leonora was one of the favorites to win the whole thing. If you watched each other’s backs, there was a good chance you would both make it to the Top 8. But could you actually trust her? Or would she stab you in the back the first chance she had. No one knew what the Competition’s early stages would entail, and it was entirely possible she might jump on a chance to eliminate you rather than risk a one on one. Sure, she was friendly enough. Perhaps even a bit flirtatious. But you were sure there was a mask there. No one could command as much influence as her back home without possessing a cutthroat side.
>“I’ll be sure to think it over.” You tell her as diplomatically as you can. You had no intention of locking yourself into an ally just yet. Bronte said anyone you worked with should be someone you could place your confidence in, and so far you’d yet to find that person.
“Please do.” Leonora smiles. Adjunct Filomena returns with a bag for the Seraph Robe, and you find that the shopkeeper has finally finished sorting through your own gold. Grabbing your things, you and the others finally leave the Emporium. As the door slides open, you find a group of mages standing out in front.
“Tristain d’Rusalka.” The lead mage says. “You have been summoned by the Royal Sages. Please, come with us.”
>A): Go with them.
>B): Decline. The Sages are the enemies of Bronte. You have no need for them.
Damnit, you wanted that Seraph Robe. You purse your lips in disappointment. If you had a bit more gold it would have been yours, though that would have meant selling out to the Consortium. A part of you thinks about potentially dissuading Leonora from buying it. Perhaps something along the line of telling her that it makes her ass look fat. Or that the royal blue color was out of season and that others would mock her behind her back. But frankly, you didn’t know a thing about fashion, and you grew up around enough women to know that botching this might prove to have dire consequences.
>“I think it looks good on you.” You force yourself to say the words after some time.
“Ahh, a warrior with a sensitivity for fashion. Now I’ve seen everything.” Leonora smiles. “I suppose I’ll take it then.”
>Leonora gained +7 Max HP!
“Thank you for your feedback, Lord Tristain.” Leonora says, handing the robe off to her Adjunct so that she may complete the purchase. “I hope that there will be plenty of opportunities for us to work together in the early stages of the competition. Though there may only be one winner, I believe it would be fruitful for us to establish good relations. Together, I imagine we may be able to cull much of the chaff we find ourselves against.”
Working together with her? On the surface, it seemed like an obvious answer. Leonora was one of the favorites to win the whole thing. If you watched each other’s backs, there was a good chance you would both make it to the Top 8. But could you actually trust her? Or would she stab you in the back the first chance she had. No one knew what the Competition’s early stages would entail, and it was entirely possible she might jump on a chance to eliminate you rather than risk a one on one. Sure, she was friendly enough. Perhaps even a bit flirtatious. But you were sure there was a mask there. No one could command as much influence as her back home without possessing a cutthroat side.
>“I’ll be sure to think it over.” You tell her as diplomatically as you can. You had no intention of locking yourself into an ally just yet. Bronte said anyone you worked with should be someone you could place your confidence in, and so far you’d yet to find that person.
“Please do.” Leonora smiles. Adjunct Filomena returns with a bag for the Seraph Robe, and you find that the shopkeeper has finally finished sorting through your own gold. Grabbing your things, you and the others finally leave the Emporium. As the door slides open, you find a group of mages standing out in front.
“Tristain d’Rusalka.” The lead mage says. “You have been summoned by the Royal Sages. Please, come with us.”
>A): Go with them.
>B): Decline. The Sages are the enemies of Bronte. You have no need for them.
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