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It's her impulse to giggle at the compliment to her looks, and it fits the image of her the rest of the party guests no doubt have, so she lets it happen. 

As soon as the two of them are alone, however, she turns serious. 

"There's going to be a major demon attack in less than twenty-four hours and you were the only person I could be sure wasn't going to sell me out to Prelate Hulrun." 

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That's surprising enough to stop him in his tracks.

"And so you came to me about it?" The count looks absolutely baffled at her choice, though the sudden about face in topic probably isn't helping his composure. "I suppose if I was a cultist I might fear the eagle's watch as much as I currently loathe the prelate, but surely there must be someone more qualified."

He then lets out a sigh,

"I should have known the offer was too good to be true."

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"I'm not a cultist! But--look, I've been in the city for a couple weeks, I don't know anything about the Eagle Watch, all I know is that you hate Prelate Hulrun and he will hang people for not turning in their cultist relatives. My situation is way, way more complicated than a cultist relative, but it is more like a cultist relative than like most other things. I do not want to talk to the man and my information was very limited. If you tell me the Eagle Watch definitely won't turn me over to Hulrun or demand that I explain my complicated situation, then that's great, but if I had asked a random person I met on the street, that person: might have turned me over to Prelate Hulrun. Anyway. You are very very pretty and I am not categorically disinterested but if you are not going to directly help me then I'm going to need a rain check at the very least, because: less than twenty-four hours." 

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Daeran meets her gaze levelly. Now that his eyes are no longer distracted appreciating her body, his gaze is surprisingly intense.

"I suppose at the very least I do have an interest in the town not getting wrecked by demons. What details do you have for me, and why should I believe you?"

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"I received a sending a couple of hours ago--" she closes her eyes and thinks about the exact words, "--Major demonic attack on Kenabres incoming, estimated arrival 24 hours. Target is the wardstone. Recommend you leave the city or find shelter promptly. Stay safe," she quotes. "As for the latter--I'm willing to submit to a truth spell, if you have a scroll or something. Otherwise? I don't have a whole lot of specific ideas. You know my face--I suppose not my name, it's Luzai Seshka--but I could be under an alter self or disguise self, and lying about my name. If you do help, I'm not opposed to staying here under guard until you have confirmation of the attack. I am... very confident in my source. I would expect them to know what they were talking about, and--they wouldn't lie to me. To anyone else, probably, but not me."

 

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"I have a philosophical opposition to truth spells; frankly it's hard to understand why anyone wouldn't in this city. Holding you prisoner isn't much better. My guards couldn't reliably hold a skilled cultist without beating them unconscious first, and I can't get someone else to do it because you rightly distrust the Iomedaeans and the Desnans don't truck with keeping people prisoner. I suppose that still leaves trying to ruin you if you make a fool out of me as an option, but I try to be less boring than that. Do you have any evidence from your cultist friend that I can use to at least rule out a jest in poor taste?"

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"Mmmmmnot really. We didn't meet in person or anything, it was just a Sending." She could maybe find a book in her bag of holding that would be evidence of something, but...not the demon attack itself. 

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He sighs again.

"Well, I suppose I'll see what I can do. It's not like it's the most foolish thing I've ever done for the sake of a pretty girl."

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She beams at him and throws her arms around his neck. 

"Thank you!!!"

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...Okay, this is a pretty nice consolation prize. If he can manage this without having to listen to Hulrun talk this whole thing might even be worth it.

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She keeps hugging him for a minute, then lets go, slightly reluctantly (hugs are good). 

"Would it help for me to stick around--I am willing to talk to most non-Hulrun persons."

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"I don't think you add much to my credibility unless you're willing to explain more about your source, but some of the people I'll need to talk to should be safe enough for your secrets."

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"I definitely cannot share more details about my source." She drops her hands, smiles at him, then quickly pecks him on the cheek and darts away. There are other things she can do before the attack, to prepare. 

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The count Arendae announces that he has decided to go ride around the city, to see if the preparations for the upcoming festival are sufficient to even make it worth attending. It's an unusual break from his predicted itinerary, but the count is well know to be mercurial in his whims and to change his mind at the drop of the fly; if any of the guests consider it more than an interesting diversion, they don't comment on it.

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Alright. Eagle Watch next. Probably Count Arendae wouldn't have mentioned it if they were going to throw her to the Prelate, so...yeah. 

She makes sure to change out of her dress and back into her practical travel clothes, before seeking out the Eagle Watch headquarters. The sexy exotic dhampir look probably wouldn't help her, there! 

...She's less sure how to...find someone to talk to, once she does make it there. 

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She's got a number of options. Does she want to talk to an Iomedaean paladin, an Iomedaean paladin, or be bold and pick an Iomedaean paladin?

If she waits to observe before heading in, she'll notice a trickle of what seem to be ordinary people heading in and out of their headquarters, one of whom she might recognize from them occasionally paying for her laundering services.

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She ducks briefly out of sight when she sees the person she recognizes. Staying anonymous is likely to be a lost cause, given how distinctive she is, but--she can avoid having to explain anything to anyone extraneous, probably. 

She gathers her nerve and squares her shoulders and approaches a paladin. 

"Prelate Hulrun executes people for not turning in cultist relatives. The Eagle Watch doesn't do that, right?" 

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"Not for that. If they assisted their relatives enough we might still arrest them for those crimes, but it would have to be an extreme case to not be dischargable with hard labor. If you're worried about a friend of yours being caught up in you helping us arrest a cultist they're related to, though, we can take that into account; we don't want to give people reason to look the other way and get more people hurt."

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"My situation is more complicated than that but I got a Sending, a couple of hours ago, from--someone I know--who says there's going to be a major demon attack on the city tomorrow, and I think that they would probably be in a position to know. And I don't think they would lie to me." 

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"Do you have reason to expect you'll be in danger of retaliation due to sharing this information?"

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"No. But I think the person I know would be in danger if I shared anything about who they are, and it got back to the demons, and you wouldn't be able to arrest them regardless, so I'm not saying anything about them." 

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The man nods. "Okay, what can you tell me about the attack? Did they give you any additional details? Even something like a place to avoid could be useful information."

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"'Major demonic attack on Kenabres incoming, estimated arrival 24 hours. Target is the wardstone. Recommend you leave the city or find shelter promptly. Stay safe.' --That's the text of the Sending."

 

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"I'll have to speak to my superiors about this. Do you object to testifying under Abadar's truth?"

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"No, that's fine." Osirion was obsessed enough with Abadar that she knows that spell doesn't compel you to answer questions you don't want to. 

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