(lie) "My name is Sir Tablemerchant, the finest table merchant in the entire world! I've been looking for new customers, and this seemed as decent a place as any."
That... doesn't sound like a real name, but I can call you that if you want. Welcome to my humble abode! I don't think I can afford a table, but you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like.
The Narrator: I see, you're trying to get her to lower her guard. I'm not confident she'll believe it for long, but I suppose it's worth a shot.
The Narrator: You continue down the staircase, but it starts to feel as if the table is actively resisting your efforts. By the time you reach the final step it becomes almost impossible to hold onto the table for more than a second as it slips and squirms out of your grasp.
Voice of the Hero: Hang on, I'm pretty sure it shouldn't be this hard to bring a table down some stairs. What's going on?
The Narrator: Yes, you're correct. Something is clearly wrong with either the table, or your table transporting skills, and I believe it's the former.
Voice of the Hero: You're avoiding the actual question.
The Narrator: I'm not avoiding anything. I have no idea why this is happening. You were never meant to bring the table down here in the first place, and I never even considered the possibility.
The Narrator: You reach the bottom of the staircase panting for breath. As you pull the table off the final step, you feel a sudden surge of resistance, and then it's over. The table feels normal again, and while it's still heavy, it seems lighter than it's ever been before.
Voice of the Hero: I don't like this. If even He doesn't know what's happening, we should be careful. Also, maybe stop with the merchant thing, yeah?
The Narrator: You take a moment to recover, and then lock eyes with the Princess. There's a heavy chain around her wrist, binding her to the far wall of the basement. She sits against the wall with most of the chain hidden behind her, preventing you from knowing how much room she has to move.
I'd come over and shake your hand or something, but I'm chained to this wall. But make yourself at home! Sit down wherever you want, I don't mind. I haven't talked to anyone else in ages. You said you were a table merchant right? What's that like?
Voice of the Hero: She's so beautiful, and kind too. Is she really a threat to the world?
The Narrator: Focus on the task at hand. She's clearly hiding things. Don't trust her, and don't tell her anything.
A: "I lied, sorry. I'm not actually a table merchant."
B: (lie) "It's a pretty good job! You get to see all kinds of places, talk to all kinds of people, and sell all kinds of table. I've been in the table business for as long as I can remember, wouldn't give it up for anything. I actually have one of my finest tables right here, if you're interested."
C: [Stay far away from her]
D: [Pick up the table and charge at her]
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Voting ended onMay 17, 2024