"Cool-Off," you say as you work the word around your mouth. Finding it satisfactory, you commit it to memory as you ask the next question on your mind. "Are there any tricks to help me convince people of things?"
'Yes, but I won't teach you them. Not all of them.' It's clear by the way he speaks what he thinks of such tricks.
"Why not?" However, you don't know the reason.
'Because it is a despicable thing to convince a man that he wants to be enthralled.'
A frown creases your face. "If a man were to be enthralled, then he was always meant to be enthralled."
Blackhand scoffs. 'If that were true, then the Enemy would never lose.'
The frown deepens. You still don't get it.
He sighs and switches tactics. 'You love Abjorn, right? With all your heart?'
You're on your feet in an instant, your confusion forgotten in the face of raw fury. "What kind of question is that?! Of course I do! I'm carrying three of his children!"
'Even if your heart was wrong?'
"...What are you getting at? What's the point of this?"
'I have met and killed many men that thought themselves as seducers of women. I have seen the effects a silver-coated tongue can have on even the most ironclad marriages. Do not ever think you could never be tempted, for people like that inevitably break.'
Fear grips your heart and you breathe heavily. The snow provides a cushioned seat as you sit back down. "How... How I can stop that from happening?"
'Discern the goals of all those you meet. That is step one to convince someone of anything.'
You nod, swallowing your fear. "I... I'll do that."