"Oh my gods, you killed Halsin! You bastard!!"
【💣】— ❝What? It was obvious,❞ The Bhaalspawn lowered her heavy crossbow, cocking the mechanism that once held the bolt as she looked down at the alleged druid, crossbow bolt struck right through the temple. He didn't know what had hit him.
———-> ❝He's the imposter doppleganster that's been in our camp.❞ The monk had found it suspicious that the normally calm, down-to-earth Halsin had been acting so fidgety lately, complaining almost non-stop about the city and acting so negative-- even in the Shadow Curse, Halsin still had hope and carried a level of calm to him. To Cottonbelle, it had seemed like something an imposter would do if they only had a surface-level of spying and observation on the elf.
———-> ❝Watch, he'll start changing shape any second now.❞ She knelt down to nudge the late-Halsin's foot. ❝Aaaany second now... See there--!!! Ah, no... that's just blood..❞
———-> Okay, maybe she fucked up.