>>34164384
>Investigate other villages??

>>34164384
>Investigate other villages

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The last lead you have is that a few survivors escaped the winter village when it was razed by a dragon, the village where some incarnation of your demon Frangelico once lived.

"Let's see if we can meet one of the survivors." You say.

"They could be anywhere now, but we can begin our search in the next town." Sheryl opens the door of your shared room, and leads the way...

You pass through the ruined settlement again, on your way to the town north. Your tainted-heart beats at the sight of it once, briefly, faintly. There's a light snowfall coming down today, at least as light as it gets around here.

"The next town coming is close to Irondale, where we met that Contractor-Prince." Sheryl reminds you of your last visit here. "A real adventure wasn't it?"

"I recall smashing a chair into his face."

"You don't do anything properly do you."

"It worked, didn't it?" Your idle chatter continues for some time longer as you pass into the trails leading to the next town. While you get there...

>Talk to Sheryl about...
>...Family
>...Classmates
>Talk to Frangelico about...
>...Memories
>...What to do with Carna
>Write-In

>>34165075
>Talk to Sheryl about...
>...Classmates
>Talk to Frangelico about...
>...Memories

Oh shit, I'm late.

And you're probably already writing.
Basically what I'd have picked anyway, though.

"I wonder what the others are doing right now." On the eighth month, your classmates went off in different directions for their final missions. They didn't receive any advanced notice of what it'd be as some practice on working in the fields, if not for your special circumstance, Sheryl would be gone off in some direction like-wise.

"We should probably keep our thoughts on our job," Sheryl says, "But, I would think it's not anything risky if they're sent on their own. Not like our previous excursions."

"Hopefully they're safe."

"Don't let what happened bother you. This line of work is dangerous, but they're skilled. I'm sure Rein'll do just fine."

"I didn't say anything about her."

Is that a little smirk on Sheryl's face? "No? I just assumed, hoped maybe? I'll be worried if she's not a little special to you, I hope you're not trying to balance ladies on each hand. The sisters are quite taken with you, you know. I know Leona's bothered you've been ignoring her, we talk a lot these days."

"How about you? Is Yu'yen still courting you? Those cold walls still keeping him out?"

"He's laid off on his jestering if that's what you're asking. But we're friends now, and that's plenty. You and I as well." Before you can say anything more, Sheryl quickens her steps. It seems she's done with the conversation.

"That's a familiar smell." Franny mumbles into your thoughts as the village gate comes to view. You train your nose on the air, and between the still cold a thin sweet scent drifts from ahead.

"Candy?" If you had to describe it more specific than sweet, sugary might be right.

"They squeeze out frozen fruits and mix the drops with sugared waters in this region."

"You're oddly knowledgeable Franny."

"My contractor came from a village ripened with the stuff, that's all. And it is Frangelico, Lord of Tragedies; not Franny. You seem to think I am some small child." It growls, as you enter town.

>CONT

>>34164384
I'm here too now

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"Prepare them faster before the beast arrives!" A gruff voice calls out among various chatters. The town seems to be in some hurry, men and women running between doors while some children stomp down on small basins filled with frozen fruit. The population issue is lesser in Belgrand than most of Rascha proper, and it's the first time you've seen so many kids in one spot ever. Still they number just under a dozen.

"Hrrmhmhm... HAHAH! Seems things haven't changed." Franny chuckles, watching one child fall down in the juices.

"What in the world is this?" Sheryl backs up a pace, whispering over to you.

"They often have children stomping down the fruits for pleasure, though it's usually not so frantic." Franny explains, and you repeat its words to your companion.

"This is the town where the survivors would've fled to, do you recognize any of them Franny?"

"FRANGELI-" It pauses, you feel your chest squeeze.

"What is it?"

"Nothing... I thought it was... only an elf." You search for the elf referred to in his oddly sheepish voice, spotting a small girl taking part in the activities. Her ears sharpen out barely, her taint even less than Sheryl's. Had you not focused, she'd likely have passed for a human child. Unlike Danoch's treatment back home, these children seem to treat her as one of their own.

Maybe you should...

>[Alacrity] Approach the girl and ask about herself
>Learn what the bustle is about, it'd be bad to talk to approach a child so casually
>Write-In

Rolled 9 (1d12)

>>34165968
>[Alacrity] Approach the girl and ask about herself

>>34165968
Have Sheryl approach. The girl would probably be more comfortable, if for no other reason that she's also a girl.

Observe.

>>34166050
This, Sheryl is a smallish girl and also an elf, she not only looks less dangerous, but also can relate being an elf

>>34165968

>[Alacrity] Approach the girl and ask about herself

Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>34166050
good point.

And Sheryl is small enough that she might be mistaken for a child.

"Sheryl, could you ask about that girl there? Franny might remember her." You point over to the elf child. Sheryl raises a brow at you but nods before making her way forward. The children watch her with cautious eyes, but they lose their tension quickly when she kneels down to meet their eyes.

"Hey, could you help me? We're travellers and we were wondering if you knew anything about a Franny... erm, Frangelico?"

"Frangelico?" The child looks up at Sheryl with bright eyes, no elven sparkle but just the shine of a child. "Ah, my grandmam knew a Frangelico."

"Oh that's great? What's your name?" Sheryl touches her finger tips together, you can see a shade of Leona there. It's a bit strange seeing your cold companion wear such a friendly smile.

"I'm Alla. Nice to meet'cha." Alla does an awkward curtsey, and the children around her make for their imitations of coloured bows.

"I'm Sheryl, and that's..."

"Oh! Is that your mate miss? You got that Raschan look to you two, here on a honeymoon mayhaps?" One of the kids bounces excitedly.

"No." Sheryl responds flat, all sisterly look to her gone in the moment before returning with her next question, "Could I meet your grandmother Alla?"

"Grandmam got tooks by the valkyries, they whisked her off where the fox-goddess knows. My pa and ma are around, but they're awfully busys preparing for the beast."

"Beast?"

"Real scary thing, I hears. Haven't seen it myself. Black'n'yellow with a split tail and a mouth where its belly is. Demandin' candy for tribute."

"Well, thank you very much. I'll see if I can find your parents and ask them then." Sheryl pats eat of the kids on the head, before making way back to you. "Should we ask them anything else?"

>Tell Sheryl to ask Alla and the kids about...?
>Talk to Alla's parents about Frangelico
>Talk to the village chief about the beast
>Write-In

Rolled 4 (1d12)

>>34166422
>Talk to Alla's parents about Frangelico
We can just ask them about the "beast" if it goes well.

>>34166574
This. The beast sounds like some sort of tradition rather than an actual demon.

Sheryl has Alla point out her parents quickly, before the two of you move to approach them.

"Hey, could you help us?" The man and women are unmistakably the parents to the girl, and the man particularly with his razored ears and curiously, a split-tail slipping out the back of his coat.

"Oh hello? If you're here looking for Irondale, it's up further north." The father says.

"Not that." You've already been. "I was told you might know something about Frangelico."

"Frangelico!?" He grabs both of your hands and shakes them. "Ah, are you the Winter Prince? Come to save us at last?"

"Uuuh, no." Where is this going? This doesn't sound like it's going anywhere good.

"Oh? That's curious, you knew ma or something? You seem awful young for that."

"I was actually wondering what your mother had to do with Frangelico."

"An awful lot it seems." Franny says.

"Ma was a resident contractor, give me these ears and my tail I'll tell ya. Called 'em Frangelico, whens most of us calls it the beast."

"What happened to her?" Your voice in the moment overlaps with your demon's.

"Nothing much, passed away some years back. Geez, what a nightmare. I barely had time to mourn 'cause we were all afraid the demon would spring out of her. Three days and three nights we waited outside the house with pots and pans, then one day it just opens the door and walks off to the mountains alone."

"Then what do you know? Five years pass and the beast comes on back demanding the village pay him tribute! We passed three moons now that he's been taking us for trouble!" The wife complains, tapping her husband on the arm with a fist.

"Stupid thing, what the hell am I... it doing." Franny grumbles, growing increasingly annoyed.

"Well, whatever the case. The Winter Prince should be on his way to deal with it now, I don't like the fellow but if you got a demon, it's him to call." The man nods to himself, his tail waggling.

>Ask more about...?
>Go to meet the demon
>Go to meet the prince
>Write-In

>>34167343
We should probably head off the Prince. Our only good lead is going to be that other Frangelico, and if the Prince succeeds, we'll be out of it.

Rolled 1 (1d12)

>>34167343
I would rather take care of it ourselves. But to avoid a split vote I'll go for. >Go to meet the prince

>>34167343
Who's the winter prince again?

Since I rather we don't have to rush our meeting with The Beast,
>prince.

>>34167696
The ice guy we hit over the head with a chair a few threads ago.

>>34167740
That was a good day.

>>34167740
I was hoping it wasn't him. Damn. Well, he doesn't know we're after The Beast, so interfering with him might cause him to delay his investigation to look for us.

...or it will make him rush his way to The Beast.

"The prince should be en route from Irondale right now, take the north road and go right at the fork, you should be able to intercept him." With those last words from the couple, you depart for the trails...

"What do you think the odds are this is the same prince I smashed a chair into?"

"This is certainly the same prince you smashed a chair into." Sheryl answers your question.

"That was the only thing you ever did right." Frangelico chuckles. "Oh, when will you stop disappointing me."

"You should probably let me do the talking at any rate. I'm sure he won't be too upset at me if he does remember, but I can't imagine he's forgotten you." Sheryl removes her hood, and puts the hat underneath it into her cloak pocket. Carefully, she straightens out her messy hair.

"What're you doing?"

"Making myself presentable, I'd like to make sure that he'd like to have me. Seduction is an important skill in a den of rogues." You're left frozen by her comment, before she turns her head your way and tells you, "It was a joke. Why does everyone always react like that?"

Eventually you come across the sound of wheels digging up thin frost and hooves kicking ice dust, and duck away to the snowy bushes. A decorated wagon led by two furry-white stags approaches, with a driver in front and the familiar Winter Prince seated inside, his carriage window left wide open. There's the mark of a scar on his forehead, between his white curly locks.

"Well, I'll go make like a damsel in distress and get him to stop I suppose." Something about this plan bothers you, but what is it exactly...

>Let Sheryl go ahead
>[Alacrity] Step out instead and try to negotiate with the prince
>[Cunning] Destroy the wheels of the caravan to cut the prince's transport
>Write-In

>>34168079
>Let Sheryl go ahead

Yeah, let's just let her go.

There's no use in inconveniencing the prick unless things go sour.

You keep your thoughts to yourself, and leave your trust in Sheryl to handle things.

Sheryl steps out from your hiding spot, going into a calculated stumble over some imaginary twigs. She falls gently on her front, landing in view of the driver and prince but out of the stags' way. As the wagon pulls into a stop, the prince steps off to inspect things. Sheryl lifts her head, turning her head left and right to toss the snow on her loose, her eyes widening to the approaching man as her lips come into a sheepish smile. Where in the world did she learn to do that?

"A little cold out to be sleeping on the roads, don't you think dear lady?"

"I was chasing birds in the woods when I stumbled onto the road, thank the myriad Gods that you stopped." Her tone is sickeningly saccharine. "Oh, your hands are so cold."

"A curse of mine to bare."

"That won't do." She reaches into her satchel and pulls out a pair of gloves, slipping them onto the prince's hands in an attentive way. Her fingers tracing the lines of his palms as she does. "What is your name?"

"Oh er... Onnad." He stumbles on his words.

"Why, isn't that the name of Irondale's lord? The handsome Winter Prince?"

"Handsome?" A tinge of red meets his icy cheeks. "Hardly. I've no potential brides for miles, even with my rank."

"That's hard to believe. What would you be doing out here past Iceondas though?"

"The people call for a demon to be frozen, you ought head back to your village where ever you came from, it's not safe around here."

"Oh, I'm north from where you came... I don't suppose you could return me?" Sheryl's eyes glance over to you, and they gesture for you to continue to meet the demon alone. As you bid to move, she starts to follow Onnad's guiding hand to the caravan...

>Go to meet the beast
>Reveal yourself...
>[Alacrity] ...Negotiate working with the prince
>[Tenacity] ...Try to send the prince away with words
>[Cunning] Destroy the transport and run with Sheryl
>Write-In

>>34168909
>Go to meet the beast

I want to wait and see where this is headed. As much as I want to make use of the distraction Sheryl is providing us, it wouldn't do to simply leave her to go deal with the beast.

The purpose of getting to the prince was to hedge options in our favor. As capable as the protagonist is, leaving Sheryl would detract from that more than I'm willing to bet.

>>34168909
>Go to meet the beast
Damn, Sheryl. Well played.

Sheryl can handle herself, you watch the caravan make a wide turn back to where it came...

After a return to the crossing where the road split, you head up towards where the beast should be. With any luck, you can get this job done fast enough to see about a candy reward from the village. The trail leads up hills, and the usually thick Belgran woodlands thin out until the few trees sit meters apart. The mountainsides close in further as you advance along, but never come close to leaving you feeling kept.

After a long walk, you hear the sound... a rumbling sound you follow. Each step brings you closer, and the noise louder until you find it. A village built entirely of snow, with a layout identical to the ruined one you crossed; it's carved clumsily but made on grand scale. Countless barrels lay empty between the houses, some broken and all of them mostly blanketed white. Sparkles of red and purple colours peak out from the snow, loose candies rolled from the barrels. Between it all, the snow-dressed beast makes bothered noises.

"Wwhen will I get mmy candy!?" It growls. There's no mistake, it's Frangelico, or 'a Frangelico' as it were. But it's smaller than Carna's, and its shape is slimmer, if not for the snow on it the thing would stand unseen.

"How embarrassing, the thing there is vanishing." Franny says.

"What do you mean?"

"It has no contractor, it's already lost form. It must've been quite powerful to last this long, but another month or two and it'll be pulled between the seams."

"So it is you then... but you have its memories?"

"It's a strange life my kind live, I thought that other Frangelico I came from might have come from it, but it seems his thoughts had invaded my dreams." Something about that clings onto your ears. "Agh, if we were contracted, it'd be such an easy time devouring it for power."

Those thoughts aside...

>Parley with the demon
>Prepare to vanquish the demon
>Write-In

I jusst finally kicked Grigori's ass a couple of days ago in dragons dogma and I just realized we're the arisen

>>34169831
>Parley with the demon

>>34169831
>Parley with the demon
Is fusing them together going to require the "cutting self open" thing again? I am less than inclined to be the first to suggest that.

>>34169893
Unfortunately. There are options in universe but...

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>>34169933
I hope you don't mean what I think you mean.

>>34169933
So it's either we seriously contract now, or just abandon this pitiful version of franny.

We should just contract, this is going to end with our death either way.

>>34170136
But I want to die as myself, anon.

>>34170136
Why didn't people contract in the first place?

>>34170279
muh humanity

>>34170279
It's harder to get Frangelico to leave Carna and "contract"(we gank him) with us.

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"Hey, Frangelico."

"Rasc's maw! You call it by its proper name but not me!? Seriously, FUCK you. If I ever work my way to your arm, I'm going to shove it so far up your-" Franny's throwing a fit again, but it's probably better to ignore him.

"Hhuuuuh?" The beast turns its head your way, it really is a snow Frangelico, from the tip of its ears to the claws on its toes and piling up in the maw of its gut. "Wwhat in the world ddo you want mortal? If you have nnot come to feed me candy, tthen you have come to feed me fflesh!"

"AHAHAHAH! Look at that idiot, talking like that when it's made of fucking ice cream!"

Ignoring Franny again, "I've come to ask you to stop trouble the village, and to tell me about the contract you held."

"Ccontract... ccontract-ccontract-ccontract!" The beast whips its arms left and right, smashing the barrels on each side of it. "Ddamn this... twice nnow I've ttrusted and twice now I've been bbetrayed!"

"Hmph, I should've known. You humans are hardly good for anything. From the first bastard king to the last bastard pauper."

"Betrayed? What're you talking about?" You ask.

"Sshe told me we'd be ffriends forever... and now, she's lleft me!" The beast cries out loudly.

"Huuuuuh!?" Franny seems taken aback.

"Enough! I hhunger, and yyou will do. I know not what's in you, bbut your fate looks delicious!" The beast starts stomping forward.

"This thing isn't even worth calling Rasci. Just forget about talking and cut it down." Franny says.

>[Alacrity] Continue negociations
>[Cunning] Skirt around it and make your cuts
>[Tenacity] Meet The Beast's attacks head on
>Write-In

I usually try to maintain an air where I post minimum images and avoid engaging the meta, but I figure there're few enough of us right now that I'll just remove the stick from my ass. Here's a rough idea of how the beast looks.

>>34170358
I wouldn't mind killing her

>>34170307
Wait you don't need to be a 100% hooman to have humanity right?

>>34170479
Use Grip. He's small enough for that, right? Hold him in place, maybe comfort him.

>>34170549
I've been on the internet for way too lomg because holy shit the mental image I got was weird

Rolled 6, 9 = 15 (2d12)

>>34170509
She would probably be happier if we did.

>>34170479
Das so kyoot

>Skirt around it and make your cuts... With words!

Too soon to come to blows. Avoid getting hit, drill for information.

>>34170592
>I find your lack of faith...really sad. Here, have a force hug.

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>>34170631
What I got from that was more this kind of comforting.

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>>34170719
>tfw I just wanted to be nice
>tfw I didn't know that would happen
>tfw that was the future I chose
>tfw I wish I could waifuied her atleast once

>>34170608
Didn't she tell us to kill her?

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>>34171044
>tfw I saw it coming.
>tfw I knew it would happen.
>tfwIt was all my fault.
I'm sorry, Best Girl.

>>34171097
I think so.

The Beast whips its arm down at you, but some swift steps leaves it digging into snow. You skirt around it as it awkwardly chases you with its reach.
A swing comes overhead, and you pull into a roll along and beneath it. A sweep from below you jump over. Its claws rake in the ice but you easily run past.

"Sstop running so I can kkill you!" Its voice distorts, but rather than the terrifying tone of Carna's, this Frangelico is more trembling in its own skin.

"What do you mean she left you? Your contractor died didn't she?"

"Why did she ggo and die!?" It twists its body around, sweeping its tail at you. With the snow tracing its movements you have an easy enough time dodging around it. "We ccould've lived forever! Wwhy do you hhumans refuse life so fiercely!? Why wouldn't you llive!?"

"She got married, she had a child, then a grandchild. She lived plenty Frangelico. And what does it matter to 'The Lord of Tragedies'?"

Its thrusts an arm forward, its body stretching and the claws try to skewer you. You push it aside with your blade, its weight gone.

"I should've ddevoured her son, and his pregnant wife too! I should've ddestroyed the entire town of fools!"

"Like you destroyed her home village?"

"I DID NNO SUCH THING!" The Beast yells, shaking white birds out from the hillsides. It stops its attacks, its body shivering as snow slides off its shoulders.

"The dragon attacked, but it couldn't stop it," Franny whispers, "It hunted demons from dawn until dusk, to gain the strength to devour it... that's how it grew so powerful to stay in this realm... until it foolishly lost it."

The Beast lurks forward, in a stumbling step. In the opportunity you cast your grip around its thin neck, and yank it once to the floor. Its head lands down, meeting your level, and you place your palm on its head...

>[Cunning] Convince the demon, that it can be useful again
>[Alacrity] Comfort the demon, it's only lonely
>[Tenacity] Vanquish the demon, put it out of its misery
>Write-In

Rolled 7 (1d12)

>>34171384
>>[Alacrity] Comfort the demon, it's only lonely
been a long time since I rolled.

Rolled 7 (1d12)

>>34171384
>[Cunning] Convince the demon, that it can be useful again

Rolled 1 (1d12)

>>34171384
>[Alacrity] Comfort the demon, it's only lonely

Pat it's head. "Don't worry about it okay?"

Best case scenario we fluster Frannyy's butt
Worst case we die

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>>34171477
All of my yes.

>>34171477
Thank Jeebus I was the third roll

>>34171501
We give terrible advice.

>I just slaughtered our whole village and turn my dad into an undead monster
>Don't worry about it okay

>>34171647
They are words of power, anon.
Words.
Of.
Power.

"Don't worry about it, okay?" You rub The Beast's head, brushing aside and into snow until you go numb to your wrists. It lays there there, almost purring under your touch. "You did your best, and you waited with your contractor until she passed away in old age... you didn't consume her, you didn't force her to change, so. Don't worry about it, okay?"

"It hhurts so much to llive... the world tears away at my body, the mmemories tear away at my soul. Countless ages of backstabbing and bbetrayal, and finally she was so kind to mme... I only wanted to taste the sweet candies we sshared from when I met her to when I llost her."

"That's enough of that though, she's not coming back Frangelico... so don't worry about it, okay?" You stand in place as the snow continues falling, until it leaves piles on your head and each shoulder. But The Beast is gone, his form vanished in the black mists drifting up against the white snows drifting down, leaving just a cat-eared pile of frost on the ground, and the image of the town that he loved.

"Sickening... absolutely sickening." Franny says, "Barely hanging onto the world by anger, and now lost with it abated. So foolish indeed, you useless Frangelico. How could you trust again... and again."

You didn't get anything out of this, did you? No matter, The Beast is gone, and you begin your walk back to the town...

>Talk to Frangelico about...
>...The Beast's memories
>...Frangelico's memories
>Write-In

Your heart is feeling stronger, and your body...
>More alert
>Swifter
>Stronger

>>34171997
>...Frangelico's memories
>Write-In

Also how much he secretly wants us to pat and our give him a head rub

>Stronger

NEED TO GET SWOLER

Rolled 12 (1d12)

>>34171997
>...Frangelico's memories
"Because you're not the kind of person who takes well to loneliness. Everything up to now is just to distract you from that."

>>34171997
>More alert

Rolled 4 (1d12)

>>34171997
>...The Beast's memories
Learning from it will help us with the other one.

>More alert

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Your head feels clearer after that fight, for whatever reason. You feel like you can focus better now, and among the things you'd like to focus on...

"So, you want a head rub and a pat on the back too?"

"What?"

"I thought you might like one Franny, the other you over there sure did."

"Do not play with me, you foolish shit. Why would I want to be treated like a dog?"

"Because you're not the kind to take well to loneliness. Everything up to now has just been a distraction from that." If that white Frangelico was any indication.

"Don't assume things of me, I'm not some child. The first of me became Rasci before the start of time, I was there during The First King's Ascension, and I lived through The Vanishing Age. I have seen the demon wastes of Daktori and know the untold tales of The Sevens. Even The Murder Princess knew well enough not to cross me!"

"And right now you're a clump stuck inside of me."

"Fuck you." Franny seems unamused.

"The First King's Ascension though... did you hate humans even back then?" You ask.

"Back then I was foolish... a mindless goblin among the horde. I trusted someone to bring me to greatness, and they betrayed me. I will not fall for it again." Its voice trails into silence, and despite your questions, it says no more...

"How did it go?" Sheryl's back in the poor village when you return.

"How'd you get away from The Winter Prince?" She beat you here and didn't come to join you?

"I managed to coerce him to a drink... it seems he wasn't any good at holding." Looking closely, you see that Sheryl's face is flushed. There's a little swagger in her step.

"How did you get back to town on your own?"

"Ah..." Sheryl's eyes dart about the town, before settling on a familiar stag. "I suppose... suppose I had a ride?"

"Have you been drinking... and riding?"

"It was part of the job." She says while catching her breath in her hands, "Part of the job."

>CONT

When you declare The Beast's demise, the town goes into festivity. Not that they needed much to do so, with buckets of coloured candies and the typical Belgrand brewery already there. You're offered a few different rooms, but the inn will probably do you better than the bed of the blacksmith's daughter which he insists on you laying with. Her little-too-large nose aside, it just isn't the time or place...

"Want to drink more?" You walk Sheryl through the small parade they have, consisting of drunk women and unfortunate men stuck carried by them.

"No thank you." She makes weird faces, as you sit by the large fire-pit they've built town centre. "You didn't tell me yet, how did your job go?"

"Good, I learned a lot."

"I don't need to ask more..." Sheryl pulls one knee up to her chest, clutching onto it. Her eyes dart around the town where the falling flakes are lit against the night sky by the roaring flame. "Good, good... you'll be able to have your love back soon."

It's not like that, you'd like to insist but it seems hardly worth the breath now.

"Leona and Rein will be upset, definitely. Yu'yen too, if only because you'll be married before him."

"Yu'yen's engaged."

"That doesn't count." Sheryl pokes her finger at your face. Her eyes sharpen inwards.

"Will you be upset?" You say, mostly jokingly.

"I hope you're not making a pass at me..." She cocks her head to a side. "You really better not be... how about you? Jealous of the dashing white prince taking me away in his carriage?"

>Yeah, you're jealous.
>Of course not, you trusted her.
>Write-In

Last decision, gotta run to the bar on some business.

>>34172814
>>Of course you're jealous, but you trusted her.

And then maybe squeeze her hand

>>34172852
Seconding this

>>34172814
>Of course not, you trusted her.

Being on the fence is a great you know
It's terrible I might either flip a coin to pick

And then immediately regret the result and do it again

And Again

And Again

>>34172964
So take a third option. I did.

>>34172814
>Of course not, you trusted her.

Rolled 4 (1d12)

>>34172852
/tg/ always so wishy washy. But sure.

>>34172976
What death?

>>34173003
He's talking about this >>34172852

>>34172852
Anon pls this is hard enough as it is

>>34173033
Shh

Just let it. They're all best girl. Except for Leona.

But Sheryl is best best.

>>34172852

I also Second this

"Of course I'm jealous," You say firmly, catching the girl by surprise, "But I trusted you."

It's a moment before she speaks, she pulls her shoulders up and her hands together as she does so. "Trusted me to make it bad safely? Or trusted me not to do anything that'd make you jealous?"

How in the world do you answer something like that? You don't.

"You're so wishy washy aren't you? You got half your head on one girl, and half your head on two others and now you're still trying to tease me huh?" She smirks devilishly. "Unless you're really serious?"

Perhaps drunken Sheryl is worse than either of the Belgran sisters.

"If you are, you should give up." Sheryl stands up, pulling her arms apart and then connecting them again behind her back, twisting around to face them to the fire while she faces you. "I'd rather die than fall for you."

"What?" That... kind of hurt.

"Dark humour." She says, pulling into a smile brighter than the flames and the snow and the moons lighting her back. "Guess I still need practice huh... well, I'm going to return to the inn first."

"Good night then." You catch your breath, how long ago did you lose it?

"A little more, and we'll save that Carna of yours." She turns around, the girlish gait vanishing into her usual, if slightly tipsy stance. "I promise you that."

You watch Sheryl's shape even as she passes through the lively crowd, until it vanishes past the inn door.

And so, life goes on.

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>>34173238
>And so, life goes on.

Thanks again. Glad to see a bit more activity in here.

It's oveeeer, thanks for playing. Damn, very pleasantly surprised at how active you guys were today. I guess there's something to be said of running on a weekend instead of my usual early week schedule.

I'd have liked to capitalize on this and run a little longer, but I've got to run and it looks like we found a good pace this session any ways. As usual, I appreciate you guys coming but I can't stay to chat at all since I'll be gone as soon as I do the archive. If this thread is still alive in whatever time I am back from the bar I'll answer whatever you've left here in my absence.

Again and again, thanks for playing. Anlak best girl.

>>34173417
>Anlak best girl.
So Best doesn't need girl part. This guy gets it exactly!

>>34173417
thanks for running, sheryl still cute as fuck, totally best girl

on another note, our head patting is OP, next time we see carna we need to pat her head and then pat big frannie's head when he comes out

>>34174764
still me, also we need to pet _sheryl because its cute as fuck

I drank too much. Forgot to archive it befor eI left dfamn

this alcoholism mioght be problem