I headed after Lyzea, and then I saw a dagger... I grabbed it and hid it under my cloak...
- I... I don't understand... There should be a turn to the right here... - the corridor turned to the left. - I remember clearly, to the right. It's an illusion! He knows we're trying to escape! I don't want to... Maybe we should go back and apologize?
Such revelations stirred up a whole whirlwind of thoughts in me, made me happy and at the same time worried: I was glad that he finally started talking and that he seemed to be sane and even peaceful, but at the same time I became worried, suspecting a trap from the forces that gave the dancing amulet - it was too sudden for him to come to his senses. Maybe they just allowed it? That is, they saw everything that was happening to him, now they removed the spell, and when I relax - as they expect - he will attack me? Or do they have something more insidious in mind? Or maybe he's just pretending?
Then I decided to use my own little trick - before asking questions, I demanded that he swear that he would only tell the truth and not touch me. Even if spells were acting on him, I would notice it by the obvious internal struggle, which would inevitably happen - as I have already noted, the dancers are simply obsessed with honor, oaths, and promises.
After that, having clearly formulated in my mind everything I wanted to find out from him, I said:
- Of course, I forgive you, since you did not act of your own free will. I will not touch you and I will let you go after you tell me: who and why ordered you to kill me? Whose house is this and what were you doing in it? Did you see anything like a censer with the one who hired you - you know, a bowl on chains, used by monks? Who were you ordered to deliver the amulet to?
Speak as quickly as possible!
He stood for a moment, remembering my questions, nodded at me, and...
- I... I... Bowl... - the dancer screamed in pain, as if something was devouring him from within. The skin turned black more and more, the tattoos began to change color to a poisonous green, a sharp smell of decay hit your nose... Necromancy?! The warrior's body was covered with sores and, decaying in a few moments, the dancer of death crumbled into grave dust. People watched as the elf, whom you were holding bound, died under the influence of black magic.
- Necromancer! Help!
- Call the guard! - the women screamed. Some of the men went towards you, slowly rolling up their sleeves...
And yet I was glad... But now, how to remove the stone in order to find that very moon ribbon? Maybe my Dimension Door spell will work on the stone too? If I slightly reduce its power? Let's try:
-Move to where I command you to be! (I trace the direction with my gaze).
- Oh, damn...*elven curse*!!! Who's throwing things there? I'll get out, I'll knock your horns off!
Tanya, note: this is a druid-mushroom picker :D
