“mighty kind offer you’re making, but don’t you need it more?”
you shake your head, refusing the offered gold. you don’t need the woman’s money-- and you’re wondering what her angle is here. she’s got a pretty little face that screams ‘genuine’, but then again the most devious schemers are the ones that look the most unassuming; you know this better than anyone. hell, you make use of it yourself.
whoever she is, she’s definitely a foreigner-- why else would the archbishop and her right-hand man have imprisoned her for simply getting a bit too close to garreg mach? you can’t help feeling a twinge of sympathy... and revulsion at the fact that she’s been held this long. typical church of seiros...
“rhea was talking about letting you go free earlier. seems they can’t justify keeping you down here for much longer,” you lean against the cell bars, carefree and casual. you’re not supposed to be down here... but you couldn’t resist a peek at the stranger. “if you want to travel, you’ll need money-- and i’m not the type of guy you can buy silence from, anyways.”
@butterflybladed | meme.
