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Pain. It surges through bone and blood. It tears at Belmarniss' heart, where the Relic of the Reaper once rested. A hole has been carved in her flesh, just above her heart, and raggedly stitched by an unskilled hand.
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where-have-you-gone
A smirk. "It's kind of you to deflate me. But, come now; this banter is delightful, but you came here with purpose, and I'd like to hear it argued. Why should I follow you into battle against the spirits? I have spent some time accruing their goodwill, you know, being a shaman, and it would hardly behoove me to oppose them without reason."
not_born_evil
"Apparently you can get amnesty. For being so pretty. Then you could, like, take up unflattering cosmetics to avoid getting immediately re-arrested, in this hypothetical."
where-have-you-gone
"Ahh, amnesty. Only the Wychlaran themselves could offer such a thing, and I must wonder why they would offer such a boon to one hunted by the spirits."
the-face-of-love
"We fought some Red Wizards for them," Safiya says offhandedly. "After defeating the bear god in his barrow. And tonight we're headed to the Plane of Shadows to raid Myrkul's Vault and retrieve a lost half-celestial. If that doesn't sound interesting, though, there's always staying in a prison cell and hibernating until something that does catch your fancy comes along."
where-have-you-gone
"I see... I suppose that sounds amusing enough."
The prisoner stands, somewhat reluctantly, and bows. "Gannayev-of-Dreams, at your service. You may, if necessary, call me Gann."
where-have-you-gone
"Excellent."
On their way out, Gann leans on the warden's desk. "If you would return my possessions, my good witch?"
She scowls, retrieving a long box from a shelf behind her. "Take them and begone, dreamwalker. I shall be glad to be rid of you."
"Shall you indeed?" Gann laughs. "And you have never dreamed of my face, my hot passions, my wicked embrace? It seemed sometimes as if I was the only thing livening your twilight years, o matron-of-the-cell."
The witch snarls audibly. "Leave, hagspawn. Curse only these fools with your presence."
"Very well, very well. Perhaps in another life and in other forms we shall meet again, and your wrinkles and thinning hair and bad hip will serve as no impediment to our love."
And he saunters out of the prison, carrying his possessions with him.
where-have-you-gone
"I did say I would not peek into your fantasies, did I not?" Gann says irritably. "At any rate, Belmarniss, you may rest - as it were - assured; I did not say idly that your mind is studded with thorns. You would be a most inhospitable environment, even to one as skilled as I."
the-face-of-love
"An amoral dream-walker, a Red Wizard, and a foreigner cursed by the spirits... I don't think we'll have any trouble making friends in this town," Safiya says under her breath. "Should we collect the wayward angel now, and complete the set?"
The sun does appear to be going down.
not_born_evil
"Yeah. Gann, you coming on that sidequest, the deal only covered the bear god situation."
where-have-you-gone
He shrugs. "It sounds intriguing. And if this angel turns out to be another beautiful young woman, well, so much the better if I aid in her rescue."
not_born_evil
"...We could pick up Dream Shield if they have it in a shop here for other people," Belmarniss suggests to Safiya.
the-face-of-love
Safiya nods. "There was a scroll vendor in the market square, as I recall. I'll check there."
where-have-you-gone
The vendor does have a scroll of Dream Shield! It can be theirs for the price of a reasonable amount of money, which Safiya is happy to provide.
Gann looks terribly bored throughout the shopping process. "If we're ready to move on from protecting this young woman from my no-doubt-depraved clutches to actually finding her?" he suggests.
not_born_evil
"Yeah-huh," says Belmarniss, turning into a centaur so she can scribe the spell into her book while they walk, "let's go find a portal. People might think your clutches were less depraved if you didn't say creepy shit about them? Just a thought."
where-have-you-gone
"I apologize for calling you beautiful," he says caustically, "and for implying that I enjoy the positive regard of women. My shame knows no bounds."
where-have-you-gone
"Why don't you elucidate me, then? If it was not my calling you beautiful, or my saying that I should like to help rescue a beautiful woman, what made you so abruptly sure that you needed to protect the maiden from my wiles?"