Cheese & Garlic

Asha’s heart raced with apprehension as she stood before Nyllian, feeling the weight of the threat in every word spoken. Her gaze met Nyllian’s cold, calculating eyes with a mixture of defiance and caution, her mind racing for a response that might placate the volatile situation.

I understand your loyalty to Elgar'nan and Death, Asha began carefully, her voice steady despite the fear pulsing through her. But I am not your enemy. I seek no quarrel with you or your masters. I have no desire to challenge your beliefs or your allegiance.

She continued, each word carefully chosen, I simply desire my freedom, as any being would. You have your loyalties and I have mine. Like I told Elgar’nan months ago, keeping me captive is useless, my mother has no real use for me and my father is dead. Of course, Loghain was alive, and perhaps that rumour had made its way to Antiva, but not to her ears yet.

Asha's words hung in the air, a desperate plea for understanding in the face of a chilling threat. She held her breath, waiting for Nyllian's response. It was a dangerous game of survival she was playing, but it was the only card she had left to play. She contemplated the question, tipping her head and trying not to look as terrified as she felt. I’m confident I can handle anything you can dish out. She said obstinately.

@Nyllian