Bounty Hunter Quest 2

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Your search for one Riddel Kantelef, murderer and rapist, has lead to Wyeton, a hamlet by the coast of the Black Sea. There you were told to go to the Leford plantation, where you found your mark, but he escaped you (through no fault of your own, save perhaps, compassion and duty).

The Lady Leford is before you now dressed in red satin like a cloak of blood, and offers her white-gloved hand to your lips.

>Accept the courtesy
>Do nothing and stare steel
>Write-in

>>580055
>Accept the courtesy

>>580055
>Accept the courtesy

Perhaps now you are speaking with someone who doesn't have rock for brainflesh. Best to be polite, these high-strung noble folk are always stickers for manners, even below the mountain.

You bend your knee (but not very far, given your stature) and bring your dried lips to the gloved hand. It smells of frankincense but also spiceweed, both acrid and sweet at once--a strong scent, worthy, you think, of the woman before you.

"My lady, forgive me for entering without permission. I thought to handle matters discreetly and that discretion would engender speed. I have been wrong on both accounts."

She laughs, the tittering laughter of the high-born.

"You speak our tongue well, for a Zwerg, Were you raised on the surface?" A pointed question for it is an insult to be asked if an underborn was raised on the surface. She is testing your self-control clearly.

>You don't have time for these games, ignore the question, excuse yourself and give chase to Riddel
>Answer, but do it politely
>Tap into the powers of the mind-eel and throw her body aside
>Write-in

>>580350
>Answer, but do it politely

"I was born and raised below the pointed spires of Hoher Berg. My eloquence, if it indeed may be called that, is a kindness you bestow upon me, my lady, not a boon I have earned nor feel I possess."

"You please me, Zwerg. What are you called?"

"In my home I was called Manfred von Richthofen. In the Empire they called me Aurem Draconem. You may call me Manfred, if you please."

"Very well then Manfred. Clearly, my men have cost you some expectation? But perhaps it is for the best, for I have need of someone with your...particular skillset. Would you join me for a bit of chew?"

You haven't had spiceweed in...you can't even remember, it's been so long. And these rich folk usually have strong, aged drink. You can almost taste the wine--well, mead goes better with spiceweed, but you'll take what you can get.

On the other hand, minutes in her company are minutes Riddel can use to get away. But, where there's rich folk, there's Florins, her job might pay for more than a few drinks at the nearest watering hole.

>Refuse her invitation and give chase
>Accept her invitation and give up on Riddel (for now)
>Write-in

Welp. I tried folks. Since I don't really want this to die, I think I'm going to try and run this on anonkun. I would appreciate any feedback though (I'm still a bit puzzled as to why this so was so unpopular).

I'll link to anonkun, here, when it's ready. Thank you to everyone that participated!

>>581193
Better luck next time.