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Re: Where Even Lords Dare Not Tread (Knephi and Hafnium)
The monk couldn't entirely hide her frown at the man's response, so she chose to distract from her expression by taking another sip of tea. The cup lingered at her lips for several long moments as she formulated a response in her head. "A generous offer, brother. I must gratefully accept it," she would reply as she lowered her tea back to its spot on the table. "I'm afraid that I must impose with one more request though. Might I find shelter here for the night? I don't have the coin to rent a room anywhere, I'm afraid."
The die was cast, she inwardly bemoaned. If her brother monk accepted, then she'd have a place to recollect herself for what needed to be done next. With any luck, by the time the other two were sleeping, she'd still several hours of darkness to care for her weapons and armor and might be able to spend some cleaning the shrine in an attempt to repay their host for his kindness. Before the morning came, she'd set out to retake the piece of the palanquin from the caravan, whether it be through deceit or blood, and be off on the road before the sun rose or anyone might link her to the two she was sitting with and attempt to dole out justice on them. A disappointing turn of fate, but her quest for the palanquin came above all else.
The monk couldn't entirely hide her frown at the man's response, so she chose to distract from her expression by taking another sip of tea. The cup lingered at her lips for several long moments as she formulated a response in her head. "A generous offer, brother. I must gratefully accept it," she would reply as she lowered her tea back to its spot on the table. "I'm afraid that I must impose with one more request though. Might I find shelter here for the night? I don't have the coin to rent a room anywhere, I'm afraid."
The die was cast, she inwardly bemoaned. If her brother monk accepted, then she'd have a place to recollect herself for what needed to be done next. With any luck, by the time the other two were sleeping, she'd still several hours of darkness to care for her weapons and armor and might be able to spend some cleaning the shrine in an attempt to repay their host for his kindness. Before the morning came, she'd set out to retake the piece of the palanquin from the caravan, whether it be through deceit or blood, and be off on the road before the sun rose or anyone might link her to the two she was sitting with and attempt to dole out justice on them. A disappointing turn of fate, but her quest for the palanquin came above all else.