Now That You Are Pure 51
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"If I can call you Logris." you shake the hand. It's cold, even through her white glove.
LOGRIS: "You may, Vesper. We will speak again."
LOGRIS' FACE: This was not as painful as I expected.
The captain remains seated in her folding chair under the pavillion. As you move away, she produces a small leather-bound book and starts leafing through it.
SAGACITY: Well, apparently she has at least one book.
As Logris observed, the rain has stopped, but Sulco camp is still a mire of well-trodden bare earth and puddles. You can still smell baking bread, from somewhere to your left, beyond which you can detect the faint scent of the sea, over the cliffs. The air is full of the sharp percussion of tools striking metal and wood, there must be a workshop nearby, with many craftspeople busy within.
Well, it's time to-
PRESENCE: Wait, wait, hold up. What the hell was that?
What the hell was what?
PRESENCE: You just met a real Dynast, in the flesh, and you were all buddy-buddy. You shook her hand, you're on a first name basis now!
We're not buddy-buddy, it was just basic manners.
PRESENCE: Fuck your basic manners! You want to be some big-shit anti-Realm revolutionary, right? How does that start with making nice with a Dynast?
Well, she seemed nice. Being rude would have been weird.
PRESENCE: Oh, I see how it is. You've been encorcelled by her androgyny and her perfumed soap and her vowels. Next you'll be reclining on a couch made of human baby leather and slurping liquified cultural treasures through a jade straw. You're corrupted.
This is bullshit, I'm not corrupted.
PRESENCE: This is how it begins, don't you see?
[ ] You're right, I need to be more combative with Dynasts. I'll do things differently in future.
[ ] No, there has to be a better way than just hating all Dynasts on principle. I'm going to get to the bottom of this.
[ ] I don't think I want to think about this anymore [Unequip Unbroken Rushes]
This is a consequential decision, please vote.
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