“
Seduction
?” I cut him off, shocked. Obviously prestige isn’t helpful, if the World Guardian was offered the lead of the campaign to the Enchanted Valley and is still working for false gods. There are also no demands made by him, although from what Padomenes noted earlier, he seemed quite enthused by the rewards offered to individuals who proved their loyalty in the Battle of Lumbridge. That leaves only one option, and it is unfortunately one that I’m not properly trained or prepared for. It’s not a question of willingness, my body is a tool for our lord just as my blade is, but I don’t want my ineptness in the field to drive the World Guardian into the arms, possibly literally and figuratively, of our enemies.
He blushes, thankfully mistaking the reason for my outburst, *It is quite undesirable, but it can be necessary. The Icyenic Covenent of Saint Elspeth trains themselves in both music and seduction, although I do believe that they entirely miss the point of why the eponymous saint was famous. We haven’t had to resort to using their less savory talents though, so they mostly just play music for the soldiers during downtime to keep spirits up.”
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There was more to the conversation, but it isn’t quite relevant. After finishing the façade of a simulation of a diplomatic strategy, and a farce of a grading on such, I excused myself and made my way to the Covenent’s leader, who had her quarters near where they train. Currently, as it is nightfall, I do not have to deal with the other members, and can go directly to my target. I knock on the door quietly, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep.
The door opens inward, displaying the leader, a tall and rather buxom Icyene with downy wings, which seem slightly puffy, as if the feathers were those softer ones of a very young Icyene. She physically looks the same age as I do. The most noticeable thing about her though, is that her sleeping wear is slightly…
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