Action:
- Prompt:
You did not give Qais a chance to redeem his family belongings. Qais was a bit disappointed, but he still smiled at you, “Well, maybe those things will serve some use with you rather than rotting in my family's warehouse.”
Rites
Qais has gathered enough money. Now, he hopes to redeem his mother's ancestral engagement ring.
ID: 5008020
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 1 days
Waits For: 5 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
Random Text Up: None
Action:
You did not give Qais a chance to redeem his family belongings. Qais was a bit disappointed, but he still smiled at you, “Well, maybe those things will serve some use with you rather than rotting in my family's warehouse.”
Qais family heirloom, an Ancient Ring
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops:
Thank you!
Qais
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
This rite has no activation conditions.
This rite has no prior outcome.
This rite has no regular outcome.
Without hesitation, you agree, allowing him to exhale a sigh of relief. You take him to your storeroom, where the old dressing table has been cleaned and repaired by the carpenter you hired, polished with sandpaper and wood wax, covered with varnish, renewed yet maintaining its old charm; the portrait also painstakingly restored, removing dull dust and old stains, the woman in the painting smiling softly, her features somewhat resembling Qais, and there’s the ring, now collected in a velvet-lined ornamental box...
"Take it, these are your things," you tell him.
Qais is too moved to speak. In his eyes, filled with complex emotions, it seems he has never been treated so kindly, as if no one has ever treated him with such thoughtfulness and kindness without expecting anything in return.
Conditions:
He has no friends in the court; those who were back-slapping when Qais's family was at its peak were the same ones ruthlessly stabbing him in the back when help was needed. Qais doesn't need such dirty and hypocritical friendships. But you are different; you are so upright, kind, and tolerant... As he gently touches these ancient yet new, familiar yet strange objects, a sharp pang fills his chest, and he solemnly looks at you, making an eternal promise: "I swear by the ancient honor of Qais, as long as this name endures, you and I, my family and your family, will be friends forever.
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