Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Honour
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You decide on your answer. It would be best to appeal to his sense of chivalry as a man. You say as much, explaining that it would be the right thing to do if he would at least give you a tip or two as to when the best time to escape would be. That would barely count for anything, and it wouldn't lead back to him.
Isaiah hears your small voice and looks away. "Sorry, girl. I didn't have much honor before, and I sure as hell haven't got much now. But it's true that I'll have a little trouble sleeping if I don't at least throw you something, so here," he says, leaning in close. "The patrols change at 2 in the morning, and they're sounded by a bell. If you leave then, you'll have a window of time to make it to the treeline, then you're on your own."
Your heart beats faster as you contemplate running away with nothing, but surely anything would be better than risking your chances in this place. You nod carefully and lie back, thinking of ways to find your way back.
So immersed are you in your planning, you don't even realise when Isaiah leaves - you simply open your eyes to find him gone and the glow of sunlight much weaker. Occasionally, as you lie there, the worst case scenario pops into your head - being lost in the woods, no way home, no way to survive, at the mercy of wild beasts... but there's no time to think of that now. You steel your Yind and try to get some rest for the escape.
Then again, now's your last chance to back out...?
It's too risky. You should stay here and wait for another chance.
There's nothing to lose. Steel yourself and go to sleep.
| Status | ||
| Health | 20 | Equipment:
rags |
| Stamina | 20 | |
| Mood | Tense | Inventory:
none |
| Purse | 00, 00, 00 | |
