Turn 7 Results A: Shameful Display
You decide quickly that this mysterious huntsman will be allowed to remain in your court for the month, but clarify that you have no intention of allowing him permanent residence. Whatever trouble this man brings is more than you're willing to deal with, but you won't fail to at least show him the courtesy due a person of his training.
Almost immediately after, you fall into labor for a long, grueling day. You pass a daughter, first, but your stomach is still swollen with a second! You have had twins!
[] Female name
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It turns out to be a good choice not to invest yourself in the affairs of the strange huntsman for long, however, as what can only be called a
curse seems to descend upon your realm for his entire stay. Aristos suffers a horrible accident while inspecting a prototype machine, where the automated monstrosity literally chews his hand off! Fortunately, the older man is mad of sterner stuff, so even with his sudden maiming, quick treatment ensures he'll suffer little ill aftereffect from the loss of such a necessary body part.
The bad luck continues as San-Do reports the sudden death of two crucial members of the spy network. She receives their posthumous reports just in time for you to be caught in the crossfire of an ambush while taking some time in the city. She responds
just fast enough to reinforce your flagging honor guard, and the perpetrator is caught and made to confess. Your hands are still shaking violently as you raise your neighbors over the radio to accuse Ailus of the attack.
With confidence shaken, and treasonous interlopers executed from the city's own people, Gnostras suffers from this bout of bad luck as well as people put less stock in his sermons and promises than he'd hoped. To top it all off, nearly half your huntsmen retinue falls ill at once, making it all but impossible to restrain the minor surge in grimm you receive reports of in the countryside.
You cannot wait the rest of the month. You confront the temporary courtier in desperation. "Huntsman, you
need to leave. I am sorry, but my generosity does not extend to weathering supernatural curses!"
The man sighs as he sets down his cup.
Does he truly smell of alcohol, in the morning? "Come on, please," he says, gripping tightly to the chair he sits in backwards. "Just a few more days, Milady. I'd do
anything for a few more days..."
You feel a bout of wooziness, but not quite. You feel flush, excited even. All you can say for sure is that as you look at him twice, as you listen to his smokey voice...
[] Anything for a few days, you said? (Affair, permanent residence, ???)
[] A-Alright, you can stay, you can stay! (Allow the huntsman to stay for another few months, ???)
[] I... I shouldn't. (10% chance of horrible failure, 30% chance of failure, 50% chance of success, 10% chance of huge success, he will probably leave immediately, ???)
