Rites

The Wanderer's Thoughts

Nabhani pondered thoughtfully...

ID: 5000771

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

Tag Tips Text: None

Random Text: None

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Actions When Wait Expires

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Slots

Slot #1
Nabhani

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
Yourself

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

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Outcome

Prior

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Regular

You actually dared to...
Nabhani sighed intermittently until, slightly intoxicated, he finally spoke. "I never imagined she would truly attempt something so brazen... Utterly inconceivable. I wouldn't dare express this in her presence, lest she threaten to devour my liver..." He gazed at you with uncharacteristic vulnerability, "[player.name], what drives such a woman? And what compels you to risk everything assisting her?"

You recognized he meant Riel. His question prompted a smile: "You question my motives? What of yours? Haven't you provided equal support?"

He frustratedly raked fingers through his meticulously groomed curls, exhaling deeply, "Precisely what confounds me. That woman embodies everything contrary to my preferences - too savage, too unrefined - what man could possibly desire such a creature? Yet I participate in your madness. Why? WHY?" He discarded his wine vessel, reclined against luxurious carpets, contemplating the moon and wind-stirred foliage in extended silence.

Intelligence was never lacking in him - he understood the answer. Riel represented something profound: a warrior willing to sacrifice everything for freedom, embracing death without regret if necessary. Freedom... that concept that perpetually mocked and tormented him whispered contemptuous judgments through his consciousness. With sudden resolve, he unsheathed his blade, caressed its cold edge, and executed an impressive display of swordsmanship beneath moonlight. Finally, releasing a primal howl, he collapsed into wine-induced slumber. The following days marked transformation - never again did he fabricate excuses to abandon your company for solitary pleasures.

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