Send “This isn’t you” for your muse to try and stop my muse from doing something reckless.
accepting
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" You have no idea who I am, Alkas. " Lark replied with ire in her tone, her expression becoming a scowl as she shot a dangerous glare at her companion.
" You shouldn't even be here." She seethed as she paced back and forth. The Necromancy of Thay remained in her hands. The book had disappeared days ago. On the ground beside them was the unconscious form of Ruhn Valencia, bounded by his wrists and ankles.
Lark flipped a page and continued reading the contents. " A soul for a soul. it says it all here, you know." She said with deadly calmness. " I get rid of an ongoing problem and, in return, my beloved Caelum. He will walk beside me again."
She glared at Alkas, her emerald hues glazed with fanatic hope. It had been laid out for her, but who would whisper such secrets in her ear, and what price did she pay to uncover such information when the book had been so elusive?
" Step aside, Alkas, I am doing this, and you will not impede me. Do you understand?"