Re: We have ways of getting what we need.
In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 34):
(Your rapport becomes a 6 thanks to the aspect)
Dena looks around, making sure everyone else is gone, and starts sobbing.
They took my niece! I thought it was over, that kids wouldn't be taken in the night again, and then it started. But it's not time yet, so I told myself it was something different. Awful, sure, but different! After all, the disappearances are always 30 years apart, which means if it is him, it shouldn't start until 2010!
She takes a couple of deep breathes, exhaling raggedly, looking for all the world like she needs a drink. She directs you to the bar and a bottle of Summersisle Mead. You open the bottle while grabbing two glasses and sit, pour, and listen.
The mead is sweet, and smooth, and a hint of apples. You feel calmer, more relaxed, yet still alert. You notice the affect on Dena is just as evident and quick working.
I don't know what you have heard, agent, but this place has a past. Every 30 years a number of kids goes missing. I know it happened in '50, then it happened again in '80. I was one of the last taken. Me and Abby. Except they found me...
She starts crying harder, torn by the memories and the guilt. You know this face, the face of the tormented. Suddenly you find yourself wanting something a little stronger than apples and honey.
I could see the disappointment in their faces. If they could only find one, they want Abby, everyone wanted Abby. Oh they were nice, they wrapped me in a blanket and hugged me and said everything would be ok. Except it wasn't. I was saved, and Abby lost. and why was I spared anyway? I can see the looks they give me to this day, over twenty years later, like I had something to do with it.
I was found in that cave I told you about. I don't remember much, everything about it is vague, clouded over.
(new aspect: Recovered)