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Not the easiest person to talk to, but Erephir clearly had ideas on how to gain her support.
"A million ideas, and none of them work! 😆"
"No, actually, there are some good ones. We have a great team here."
"No, actually, there are some good ones. We have a great team here."
— ... Like this. And I decided that you are just another group of glory-seeking adventurers who came to bother me. There have been plenty of those over the centuries. — She lowers her sword, but not at the travelers, but into the ground. Then it seems to dissolve into the air. Carrying such a weapon on your back all the time was probably not very convenient. — Well, you found me. What's next?
"Sword, where are you going? ("
— It is a great honor for us, oh holy one. I am Erephir Lin'el Darvening, and these are my companions: Garret, Merel, and Alaria. I will speak to you plainly, hoping that our honesty will be respected more than any roundabout way, especially since someone like you, oh holy one, will recognize deceit in an instant. No one, including the head of the Church of Anush, who sent us on this mission, could give us any clues on how to earn your favor for one of us. But we still need it for the battle against the Apostle of Despair and to save our entire country from his all-consuming attack. At the same time, we understand that nothing in this world comes easy, and humble mortals like us do not dare to ask for anything simply by virtue of our existence, let alone by our noble intentions. So, we are at your service.
— Especially Garret, — a nod towards the crossbowman. — He has an affinity for the earth, being a specialist in poisons of the corresponding element. He is so skilled that he seems to create them right from the soil.