Perhaps it was by virtue of Zan's limited understanding of how to express emotions, but the smile remained on his face throughout the short but brutal refusal for his services. While his face held no discerning revelation of his feelings, his shoulders sagged forward and his eyes found perch anywhere else but the Knight.
"Unreliable? I...erm...sir, you don't know me. I want to help, I'm offering to do it...I just, ya know, just want a chance..."
He trailed off, throwing his hands out only for them to fall dejectedly at his side.
"I have tried to do the right things, stand for something better, be something more...I thought surely I could...I mean, I defended one of yours against R-"
Enough, Zan.
Wren's voice in his head was a sobering punch in what he only assumed was where humans kept their pain, you know, in the center of the stomach where breath lived
No. No. NO. I want to help, I want to be a Knight! I could do well! I could be an asset! I could stop people like-
Me? Stop people like me Zan? Look at him. That man knows nothing about me and he's already decided you weren't worth his effort. You could hypnotize him, possibly, but would that be any better than myself? Wake up, Sarawanki, Syliras is a city suffused in its own self righteousness. They reward your honesty with derision, your earnestness with denial. Did they ask you in what ways you could serve? Did they offer to have you talk to other Knights? Do they weigh you by your merit? No. This is the Syliras I know, Zan. It's a place that has grown lazy and cruel, especially to those who simply wanted to help...like yourself.
I...But...
Come home, Zan. Don't waste your time.
"Ser, please, if you'll just give me a chance I-"
Zan. It's enough. They'll never accept the likes of you.
But I can help them...I...
You are not one of them, Zan. And that is all he wants.
Zan's shoulders slumped forward and he almost fell to his knees. It was as if the very spark of whimsy he'd grasped for so long as crushed in the callous judgement of the Knights. Had he not stood in front of a God, trying to defend Imass? Had he not tried to do the right thing?
But this man knew nothing of that, and simply dismissed him...
"Of course, ser," Zan nodded his head in the gesture of respect he'd seen others use before, "I am sorry for wasting your time."
And somewhere else in Syliras, Wren steepled his fingers together and allowed himself the smallest of smiles.
Syliras had done what he could never have done.
Crushed Zan's rebellious ambition.
All that was left was to give him a new cause to fight for, Wren's cause...and all would be well at last.
This PC has the Blight gnosis. As such, you as a player need to be aware of what that consists of. Wrenmae has an invisible aura that amplifies sickness and disease. Wounds may become infected, small sneezes may become coughing, and a slight fever may become more serious. A nuit's body will also break down faster in the presence of the Blight. These effects may not be immediate, but within the few days following your encounter, the symptoms will manifest. Some sooner than others. I cannot control your character, so creativity will be left up to you. Best wishes and stay healthy!
Special shoutout to
Fallon for my new CS