The Lesser Gift
Twenty Seventh Day of Olweje-eza (Olweje Ascending) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
It comes to your mind that this is an oddly elaborate way to kill someone, at the very least someone, who would die a mortal death. Thinking back to Korman your mind goes to possession, both of the living and of the dead as the old king had been And yet... though you ponder many tests with cold iron and with hallowed waters, not least among them, in the end you decide against them. No test do you possess that will weigh the soul for goodwill or for ill, and this world you have found wide enough and strange enough that it would be easier to err in guesswork than to be correct.
"Inge can you...?" You hesitate a moment, unsure at the notion of asking a child to take a risk you would not, could not take.
She does not wait for you to finish. A pale light between her fingers flickers unlike any born of sky or flame, like moonlight that rises from the depths of the sea rather than being cast upon it and, with a look of determination in her eye. There is a flash and then the power slowly sinks into the flesh of the strange woman. Yet those too bright eyes to not open again, there is barely a fluttering of her lashes, barely a deeper breath past her lips.
When Inge looks back at you it is with a troubled mien. "I don't think that worked as well as it should have. It felt as though I was swimming against the tide, or like I was pouring water into some deep dark well that had been long ago been struck by drought."
"So sorcery does not heal her as it should?" Zaia asks, sounding at once worried and intrigued. "Perhaps there is some curse upon her, these are after all not the most common of circumstances to find a noble lady in."
"How do you know she's a lady?" Antonio asks before you can pose some more substantive question.
"Her skin," the doctor shrugs. "She has not spent enough time in the sun to be aught else than one with leisure aplenty..."
"If that is she is a woman in truth and not merely one who wears the guise of one," you interject recalling the otherworldly beauty of the fey. Hers does not quite fit the mold from what you have seen. She seems too present, too much anchored in the moment to belong to that distant ethereal folk, but then perhaps your judgement is not the best in this matter, for you find her fair indeed such that the memory of Aina fades in your mind like the morning dew before the rays of the summer sun
"It seems a waste to leave her here," Antonio says, keeping his tone light, wishing perhaps to imply that he only seeks reward, though you catch the look in his eye just the same. He was not unmoved by her pleas and would not leave a helpless woman to die adrift at sea. "Since we are taking the ship in any case," he adds quickly, to help sell the 'ruse', but you do not think anyone is buying.
"She is strange to my touch and I cannot read the marks upon her bindings," Inge interjects. "I worry that if she proves to be a foe my magic will not be enough to see her sent into the embrace of Ikomi."
What do you counsel?
[] Take the strange woman on the Marcella
-[] Still bound, you might not know what that sack does, but then you do not know what she would do either
-[] Unbind her, perhaps it is part of the reason she does not wake and Inge's magic served less than was hoped
[] Leave her on the new ship, claimed with a prize crew, you will watch over her and over the sailors yourself
[] Leave her as you found her and set the ship adrift, you do not wish to take a chance with the lives of your men (DC 21 Diplomacy roll to convince Antonio to give up the ship)
[] Write in
OOC: Technically killing her so you do not have to worry about what she might be or do would also be an option but it would be rather out of character from the way you have played Roland so far. Not yet edited.