Emma doesn't raise her head, but she does answer. "Are you sure?" She does quite well to mask her mood from her voice, which sounds rather neutral. "I could tag along if you wish, but I don't think the town will look anything special. Just buildings." Besides, she can't see well in the dark, especially not after sitting by the bright fire for long. She wondered if the Elf sees something special.
It is then that Emma realises Juniper might have just wanted to try cheering her up. "Wouldn't you prefer to celebrate with the rest here?" Or maybe Emma was just spoiling the mood despite her best efforts, and Juniper wants to take her away so the rest could enjoy. Even though... by the looks of it, the Vitsani were enjoying their celebration just fine. Perhaps she was just being self-centred.
If Juniper still wants Emma to come with her, Emma will stand up and brush away dirt from her dress. She'll then tag along with the Elf, keeping a rather silent company.
If Vice sees Nicolai and Apep in the crowd, he goes to them. Nicolai is easy to spot - large and burly man, a head taller than almost anyone. He waves at him, the celebration and cheerfulness getting to him. He weaves through the people dancing, singing and approaches Nicolai. “I’m glad I made it. Would be a shame if I missed this.”
Vice sees Apep and calls to him. When the boy comes, he kneels down and pulls out the bone pipes. “Here,” Vice says, showing him the gift, “I got it for you. Thought you could join the music. Do you know how to play?”
As Star is mesmerised by the fireflies and focuses on playing his lute, he doesn't notice how far the boat has travelled down the river. However, Hans navigates to the river bed and moors the boat.
"Here we are then," Hans says, turning his attention to Star. "That's Daggerford just over there. I don't know who those people are just outside with the fire."
From the boat, Star can see that around the fire is a camp consisting of three barrel-topped wagons. A group of people seem to be dancing, singing and playing musical instruments near the bonfire's base.
"Well, thank you for helping me with loading earlier. I won't need help unloading. Someone should be down from Daggerford to collect the goods. I won't keep you."
@Juniper(DandDSince1973) and @Emma(FireCat5)
Another person arrives as you begin discussing plans to go for a walk. The arrival of this young man causes the Vistani to stop celebrating. A silence falls over the camp, which Stanimir breaks.
"Alright, then, it's story time."
The Vistani begin to gather around where Stanimir stands.
@Kal(VanderLegion)
Upon exiting the ring, Kal realises that the fog is not as thick as it was four hours earlier. He can now see a couple of feet away in all directions. Whereas he was on Trade Way between Waterdeep and Daggerford, it now seems that Kal is in the middle of a forest.
@Vice(WhiteByakko)
Vice does notice Nicolai and Apep sitting on the end of one of the wagons. The two are talking amongst themselves but seem to be enjoying the atmosphere.
Apep approaches when he is called and takes the bone pipes with a look of curiosity. He turns them around in his hand, examining them in detail.
However, the sudden silence and a man announcing it is storytime distracts the boy's attention. He follows the rest of the group, taking the bone pipes with him.
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Satisfied to see the boy seem to like the gift, Vice smiles then stands up. He realizes the people around him had paused the celebration. Feeling a little puzzled, he shrugs and puts it out of his mind. He goes to fill a goblet of wine, before coming back to the circle where the people were already gathering around the man, who Vice assumes is the leader or the host of the celebration, preparing his speech. He finds a spot around the edge of the circle, drinking, interested to hear what the man has to say.
"You could also listen to the story, whichever you prefer." Emma would already acquiesce to walking with Juniper, if the Elf asks her again, but she didn't want to burden her. Neither was Emma ina mood for a story, so she wouldn't get up to listen to it unless someone insists, though she'll probably involuntarily listen if the teller sits close enough that she can hear it, given she had nothing else to do.
The woods are quiet, and the air grows chill. The fog hangs thick in the air, turning the trees around Kal into grey ghosts. He does not recognise where he is. He is not sure which direction he came from. However, for the time being, the woods are quiet.
@Vice(WhiteByakko), @Emma(FireCat5) and @Juniper(DandDSince1973)
From his vantage point, Stanimir notices that Emma and Juniper have not yet joined the group. He calls out to them from the other side of the bonfire. The group has gathered near the fire, with Stanimir standing close to it.
“Won’t you come join us? You don’t want to miss this.”
Stanimir fills his mouth with wine and then spits into the fire. The flames turn from orange to green. As the flames dance and sway, a dark shape appears in the bonfire’s core.
@Star(EMIW)
Star sees the fire to green in front of his very eyes.
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Kal briefly considers calling out to see if anyone else is nearby, but, remembering the animal howls from earlier, decides that would be a bad idea. Instead, he decides to search the ground in the area to look for any tracks from animals or other people.
Juniper is about to explain to Emma that she thinks a moment of relative quiet and solitude might do them both good when Stanimir announces his story.
“We should listen,” she says, “it would be rude not to attend to our host’s tale.” Although she also feels curiosity pulling at her to hear what he might offer. She begins to move toward the fire, but when she sees the dark shape take form at Stanimir’s calling — at least so it seems — she freezes and her eyes flash searchingly to Stanimir, ‘What is happening?,’ the question written clearly on her face.
The flame turns green, the glow dancing on everyone's expectant faces. Vice has seen many tricks at the circus, but it's always different when someone else does it, when you don't know the secrets. He sips his wine, waiting for the man's story.
Emma sighs. Juniper was right, it would be rude. And although she didn't need to meet any expectations with the Vitsani, she still gets on her feet, patting dust off her overdress. She even takes a few steps before she realises Juniper - who wanted her to come - remained frozen behind.
Emma came here expecting enchanters and various sorts of evil doers, so merely turning the fire green was only a bit intimidating. In its current form, at least. But Juniper was different. She could cause vines to form beds, and even if she didn't really answer Emma, it sounded like magic was involved. Shouldn't she be more familiar with it? Or, perhaps, she knew something Emma doesn't. "Are you sure?" Emma asks. "We don't need to listen if you don't want to."
It takes a moment for Emma’s voice to register. Juniper turns to her, at first fearfully, but seeing no alarm in the townswoman’s face, she weakly nods, and replies “yeah, sure.”
Something felt wrong to her, some intuition told her to turn around, leave the vistani behind and return to Gillian’s Hill, now. But she couldn’t make herself do it. Her face blank, she moves with Emma, closer to Stanimir to listen with everyone else.
"You are most welcome, and I thank you in turn. I shall make you an important figure in my story - Hans, solo boatman, Master of the Delimbyr, battling the elements and forces of nature. It sounds good I think, yes."
With a smile, Star starts walking towards Daggerford. Ignore the fire, he tells himself. You are too easily distracted. You must find somewhere to sleep, then leave tomorrow for Barovia.
Just then, however, the flames spark and gush, and turn a bright green, and Star cannot resist. A green fire? This is certainly story worthy. He turns away from the town and makes his way towards the fire, and the group clustered around it.
Kal searches the ground for the signs of tracks. Unfortunately, he cannot spot any discernable traces of animals or people.
@Vice(WhiteByakko), @Emma(FireCat5), @Juniper(DandDSince1973) and @Star(EMIW)
Stanimir continues in his performance,“We come from an ancient land whose name is long forgotten—a land of kings. Our enemies forced us from our homes, and now we wander the lost roads.”
The dark shape in the fire takes the form of a man being knocked from his horse, a spear piercing his side.
Stanimir continues. “One night, a wounded soldier staggered into our camp and collapsed. We nursed his terrible injury and quenched his thirst with wine. He survived. When we asked him who he was, he wouldn’t say. All he wanted was to return home, but we were deep in the land of his enemies. We took him as one of our own and followed him back toward his homeland. His enemies hunted him. They said he was a prince, yet we didn’t give him up, even when their assassins fell upon us like wolves.”
Deep in the bonfire, everyone sees the dark figure standing with a sword drawn, fighting off a host of shadowy shapes.
“This man of royal blood fought to protect us as we protected him. We bore him safely to his home, and he thanked us. He said, ‘I owe you my life. Stay as long as you wish, leave when you choose and know that you will always be safe here.’”
The figure in the dancing fire vanquishes its final foe, then disperses in a cloud of smoke and embers.
Stanimir’s face becomes a sombre mask. “A curse has befallen our noble prince, turning him into a tyrant. We alone have the power to leave his domain.”
Stanimir leaves the fire and walks amongst the gathered Vistani to Juniper and Emma. He then turns to Vice and Star.
“We’ve travelled far and wide to find heroes like yourselves to end our dread lord’s curse and put his troubled soul to rest. Our leader, Madam Eva, knows all. Will you return to Barovia with us and speak with her?”
Stanimir waits patiently for a reply. The rest of Vistani look at you with patient faces.
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Kal frowns as he can't find any signs of people or animals nearby, but tracking animals was never a big part of his training, so he isn't that surprised. Given the late hour, he doesn't want to stumble around in the dark, so he looks around for the best spot nearby to settle down for the night and wait for morning.
(Assuming I didn't time jump when I ended up in the forest, since it was early evening before I went into the vessel, presumably it would be getting fairly late at this point)
As Star approached the fire he could tell immediately that he was in the presence of a storyteller, and by chance he had entered the circle at the beginning of the tale. It was well told, like the best tales was based on the truth of these people's lives. And the illusions in the fire reminded him of the tricks he was taught by his father, to find the magic in song and story.
Being addressed personally by the storyteller was something of a shock, however. "You have not even met me, but you call me a hero? I do not know who you are either, I simply found your fire. But... Barovia. I am on my way there. That you go there too, at first I thought I was finding my story, but now I think a story has found me."
Drawn into the story, watching the shadowy figures dance in the flames, the glow flickers across his tan skin. Vice hadn’t even realized he finished his drink. When he’s back in the present, he blinks and realizes the man is looking at him directly. And several others. An elf, a… cat person, okay. And a lady that seems kind of familiar, he thinks he saw her earlier running across the square. Bemused, he cocks his head to Nicolai. “Is he talking to me?”
Emma doesn't really focus on the story, hearing it without really listening to it. In all truth, whatever the man did to form the figures in the fire was more enticing than the story itself. She had heard many stories while working at the inn, and even if none of them were true, they were far more interesting. Saved a wounded soldier who was actually a prince? That was usually just the first part of the story, the background, when the tale is still somewhat believable. It was like warming up water and calling it a stew. At least throw a few vegetables in to make it actual food, and then you can argue whether or not it qualifies as a stew.
Neither did addressing her personally at the end make any difference. Though few, some of those who told stories chose to involve the audience in their story. It was usually done in different ways, of what she can remember, except for a handful of those who tried the same, usually trying to con someone too honest, lead them somewhere alone and steal their money, or just make a laughingstock out of them.
Or maybe this was how the Vitsani enchanted people? Emma didn't feel enchanted, though. Maybe it just didn't work? Two more folks popped out of somewhere, to whom the man addressed. Did the enchantment work on them, or were they part of the ploy? Whatever the case, if they needed heroes, Emma wasn't the right pick. Far from it. But anyway, Emma watches Juniper's reaction, to see whether she was enchanted, or if she simply believes this story.
Juniper watches the performance with a growing sense of dread. The secretiveness of Stanimir and Damia has broken, it seems to her, revealing an imbalanced bargain whose premise is built on thin air. Hot, green-flaming thin air. When the story ends and Stanimir makes his plea, the young eladrin is flooded with emotions. Her dark sepia complexion, deep cinnamon in the firelight, flushes, her brow knits, and her strong chin juts out, full lips pouting almost to a pucker, breaths coming fast and deep.
Her eyes flash to Emma, and to the two others the vistani’s leader addressed as heroes. Then, her countenance still hot as lava, she glances at Damia and the man who asked her to dance, staring them down if she sees anything but remorse. Almost through clenched teeth she says, glaring, “That’s a steep price for admission, Stanimir. And it goes far. Far. Beyond courtesy. You did not invite me to stay here so you could guilt me into some quest on your behalf. TELL ME THAT WASN’T YOUR PLAN,” she demands in a growl.
Emma doesn't raise her head, but she does answer. "Are you sure?" She does quite well to mask her mood from her voice, which sounds rather neutral. "I could tag along if you wish, but I don't think the town will look anything special. Just buildings." Besides, she can't see well in the dark, especially not after sitting by the bright fire for long. She wondered if the Elf sees something special.
It is then that Emma realises Juniper might have just wanted to try cheering her up. "Wouldn't you prefer to celebrate with the rest here?" Or maybe Emma was just spoiling the mood despite her best efforts, and Juniper wants to take her away so the rest could enjoy. Even though... by the looks of it, the Vitsani were enjoying their celebration just fine. Perhaps she was just being self-centred.
If Juniper still wants Emma to come with her, Emma will stand up and brush away dirt from her dress. She'll then tag along with the Elf, keeping a rather silent company.
Varielky
Kal remains in his vessel for the remainder of the 4 hours he can stay there (unless he hears other sounds before then), then pops back out.
(Still dense fog?)
If Vice sees Nicolai and Apep in the crowd, he goes to them. Nicolai is easy to spot - large and burly man, a head taller than almost anyone. He waves at him, the celebration and cheerfulness getting to him. He weaves through the people dancing, singing and approaches Nicolai. “I’m glad I made it. Would be a shame if I missed this.”
Vice sees Apep and calls to him. When the boy comes, he kneels down and pulls out the bone pipes. “Here,” Vice says, showing him the gift, “I got it for you. Thought you could join the music. Do you know how to play?”
@Star(EMIW)
As Star is mesmerised by the fireflies and focuses on playing his lute, he doesn't notice how far the boat has travelled down the river. However, Hans navigates to the river bed and moors the boat.
"Here we are then," Hans says, turning his attention to Star. "That's Daggerford just over there. I don't know who those people are just outside with the fire."
From the boat, Star can see that around the fire is a camp consisting of three barrel-topped wagons. A group of people seem to be dancing, singing and playing musical instruments near the bonfire's base.
"Well, thank you for helping me with loading earlier. I won't need help unloading. Someone should be down from Daggerford to collect the goods. I won't keep you."
@Juniper(DandDSince1973) and @Emma(FireCat5)
Another person arrives as you begin discussing plans to go for a walk. The arrival of this young man causes the Vistani to stop celebrating. A silence falls over the camp, which Stanimir breaks.
"Alright, then, it's story time."
The Vistani begin to gather around where Stanimir stands.
@Kal(VanderLegion)
Upon exiting the ring, Kal realises that the fog is not as thick as it was four hours earlier. He can now see a couple of feet away in all directions. Whereas he was on Trade Way between Waterdeep and Daggerford, it now seems that Kal is in the middle of a forest.
@Vice(WhiteByakko)
Vice does notice Nicolai and Apep sitting on the end of one of the wagons. The two are talking amongst themselves but seem to be enjoying the atmosphere.
Apep approaches when he is called and takes the bone pipes with a look of curiosity. He turns them around in his hand, examining them in detail.
However, the sudden silence and a man announcing it is storytime distracts the boy's attention. He follows the rest of the group, taking the bone pipes with him.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
(Is there a forest anywhere near where Kal was when the fog started?)
Sliding the ring back onto his finger after exiting his vessel, Kal frowns as he takes in his surroundings.
"A forest?" He thinks. "What's going on, I was walking along the road before the fog hit. Did I really wander that far off before I stopped?"
He decides to wait a few more minutes to see if the fog continues to thin before he decides what to do next.
Satisfied to see the boy seem to like the gift, Vice smiles then stands up. He realizes the people around him had paused the celebration. Feeling a little puzzled, he shrugs and puts it out of his mind. He goes to fill a goblet of wine, before coming back to the circle where the people were already gathering around the man, who Vice assumes is the leader or the host of the celebration, preparing his speech. He finds a spot around the edge of the circle, drinking, interested to hear what the man has to say.
"You could also listen to the story, whichever you prefer." Emma would already acquiesce to walking with Juniper, if the Elf asks her again, but she didn't want to burden her. Neither was Emma ina mood for a story, so she wouldn't get up to listen to it unless someone insists, though she'll probably involuntarily listen if the teller sits close enough that she can hear it, given she had nothing else to do.
Varielky
@Kal(VanderLeigon)
(Not close enough to stumble upon.)
The woods are quiet, and the air grows chill. The fog hangs thick in the air, turning the trees around Kal into grey ghosts. He does not recognise where he is. He is not sure which direction he came from. However, for the time being, the woods are quiet.
@Vice(WhiteByakko), @Emma(FireCat5) and @Juniper(DandDSince1973)
From his vantage point, Stanimir notices that Emma and Juniper have not yet joined the group. He calls out to them from the other side of the bonfire. The group has gathered near the fire, with Stanimir standing close to it.
“Won’t you come join us? You don’t want to miss this.”
Stanimir fills his mouth with wine and then spits into the fire. The flames turn from orange to green. As the flames dance and sway, a dark shape appears in the bonfire’s core.
@Star(EMIW)
Star sees the fire to green in front of his very eyes.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Kal briefly considers calling out to see if anyone else is nearby, but, remembering the animal howls from earlier, decides that would be a bad idea. Instead, he decides to search the ground in the area to look for any tracks from animals or other people.
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Juniper is about to explain to Emma that she thinks a moment of relative quiet and solitude might do them both good when Stanimir announces his story.
“We should listen,” she says, “it would be rude not to attend to our host’s tale.” Although she also feels curiosity pulling at her to hear what he might offer. She begins to move toward the fire, but when she sees the dark shape take form at Stanimir’s calling — at least so it seems — she freezes and her eyes flash searchingly to Stanimir, ‘What is happening?,’ the question written clearly on her face.
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The flame turns green, the glow dancing on everyone's expectant faces. Vice has seen many tricks at the circus, but it's always different when someone else does it, when you don't know the secrets. He sips his wine, waiting for the man's story.
Emma sighs. Juniper was right, it would be rude. And although she didn't need to meet any expectations with the Vitsani, she still gets on her feet, patting dust off her overdress. She even takes a few steps before she realises Juniper - who wanted her to come - remained frozen behind.
Emma came here expecting enchanters and various sorts of evil doers, so merely turning the fire green was only a bit intimidating. In its current form, at least. But Juniper was different. She could cause vines to form beds, and even if she didn't really answer Emma, it sounded like magic was involved. Shouldn't she be more familiar with it? Or, perhaps, she knew something Emma doesn't. "Are you sure?" Emma asks. "We don't need to listen if you don't want to."
Varielky
It takes a moment for Emma’s voice to register. Juniper turns to her, at first fearfully, but seeing no alarm in the townswoman’s face, she weakly nods, and replies “yeah, sure.”
Something felt wrong to her, some intuition told her to turn around, leave the vistani behind and return to Gillian’s Hill, now. But she couldn’t make herself do it. Her face blank, she moves with Emma, closer to Stanimir to listen with everyone else.
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"You are most welcome, and I thank you in turn. I shall make you an important figure in my story - Hans, solo boatman, Master of the Delimbyr, battling the elements and forces of nature. It sounds good I think, yes."
With a smile, Star starts walking towards Daggerford. Ignore the fire, he tells himself. You are too easily distracted. You must find somewhere to sleep, then leave tomorrow for Barovia.
Just then, however, the flames spark and gush, and turn a bright green, and Star cannot resist. A green fire? This is certainly story worthy. He turns away from the town and makes his way towards the fire, and the group clustered around it.
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@Kal(VanderLegion)
Kal searches the ground for the signs of tracks. Unfortunately, he cannot spot any discernable traces of animals or people.
@Vice(WhiteByakko), @Emma(FireCat5), @Juniper(DandDSince1973) and @Star(EMIW)
Stanimir continues in his performance, “We come from an ancient land whose name is long forgotten—a land of kings. Our enemies forced us from our homes, and now we wander the lost roads.”
The dark shape in the fire takes the form of a man being knocked from his horse, a spear piercing his side.
Stanimir continues. “One night, a wounded soldier staggered into our camp and collapsed. We nursed his terrible injury and quenched his thirst with wine. He survived. When we asked him who he was, he wouldn’t say. All he wanted was to return home, but we were deep in the land of his enemies. We took him as one of our own and followed him back toward his homeland. His enemies hunted him. They said he was a prince, yet we didn’t give him up, even when their assassins fell upon us like wolves.”
Deep in the bonfire, everyone sees the dark figure standing with a sword drawn, fighting off a host of shadowy shapes.
“This man of royal blood fought to protect us as we protected him. We bore him safely to his home, and he thanked us. He said, ‘I owe you my life. Stay as long as you wish, leave when you choose and know that you will always be safe here.’”
The figure in the dancing fire vanquishes its final foe, then disperses in a cloud of smoke and embers.
Stanimir’s face becomes a sombre mask. “A curse has befallen our noble prince, turning him into a tyrant. We alone have the power to leave his domain.”
Stanimir leaves the fire and walks amongst the gathered Vistani to Juniper and Emma. He then turns to Vice and Star.
“We’ve travelled far and wide to find heroes like yourselves to end our dread lord’s curse and put his troubled soul to rest. Our leader, Madam Eva, knows all. Will you return to Barovia with us and speak with her?”
Stanimir waits patiently for a reply. The rest of Vistani look at you with patient faces.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Kal frowns as he can't find any signs of people or animals nearby, but tracking animals was never a big part of his training, so he isn't that surprised. Given the late hour, he doesn't want to stumble around in the dark, so he looks around for the best spot nearby to settle down for the night and wait for morning.
(Assuming I didn't time jump when I ended up in the forest, since it was early evening before I went into the vessel, presumably it would be getting fairly late at this point)
As Star approached the fire he could tell immediately that he was in the presence of a storyteller, and by chance he had entered the circle at the beginning of the tale. It was well told, like the best tales was based on the truth of these people's lives. And the illusions in the fire reminded him of the tricks he was taught by his father, to find the magic in song and story.
Being addressed personally by the storyteller was something of a shock, however. "You have not even met me, but you call me a hero? I do not know who you are either, I simply found your fire. But... Barovia. I am on my way there. That you go there too, at first I thought I was finding my story, but now I think a story has found me."
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Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Drawn into the story, watching the shadowy figures dance in the flames, the glow flickers across his tan skin. Vice hadn’t even realized he finished his drink. When he’s back in the present, he blinks and realizes the man is looking at him directly. And several others. An elf, a… cat person, okay. And a lady that seems kind of familiar, he thinks he saw her earlier running across the square. Bemused, he cocks his head to Nicolai. “Is he talking to me?”
Emma doesn't really focus on the story, hearing it without really listening to it. In all truth, whatever the man did to form the figures in the fire was more enticing than the story itself. She had heard many stories while working at the inn, and even if none of them were true, they were far more interesting. Saved a wounded soldier who was actually a prince? That was usually just the first part of the story, the background, when the tale is still somewhat believable. It was like warming up water and calling it a stew. At least throw a few vegetables in to make it actual food, and then you can argue whether or not it qualifies as a stew.
Neither did addressing her personally at the end make any difference. Though few, some of those who told stories chose to involve the audience in their story. It was usually done in different ways, of what she can remember, except for a handful of those who tried the same, usually trying to con someone too honest, lead them somewhere alone and steal their money, or just make a laughingstock out of them.
Or maybe this was how the Vitsani enchanted people? Emma didn't feel enchanted, though. Maybe it just didn't work? Two more folks popped out of somewhere, to whom the man addressed. Did the enchantment work on them, or were they part of the ploy? Whatever the case, if they needed heroes, Emma wasn't the right pick. Far from it. But anyway, Emma watches Juniper's reaction, to see whether she was enchanted, or if she simply believes this story.
Varielky
Juniper watches the performance with a growing sense of dread. The secretiveness of Stanimir and Damia has broken, it seems to her, revealing an imbalanced bargain whose premise is built on thin air. Hot, green-flaming thin air. When the story ends and Stanimir makes his plea, the young eladrin is flooded with emotions. Her dark sepia complexion, deep cinnamon in the firelight, flushes, her brow knits, and her strong chin juts out, full lips pouting almost to a pucker, breaths coming fast and deep.
Her eyes flash to Emma, and to the two others the vistani’s leader addressed as heroes. Then, her countenance still hot as lava, she glances at Damia and the man who asked her to dance, staring them down if she sees anything but remorse. Almost through clenched teeth she says, glaring, “That’s a steep price for admission, Stanimir. And it goes far. Far. Beyond courtesy. You did not invite me to stay here so you could guilt me into some quest on your behalf. TELL ME THAT WASN’T YOUR PLAN,” she demands in a growl.
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