“Well, no harm, no foul! I’m willing to forgive you, my friend!” Not waiting for her to reply, he continued “Now, from what I gather you needed a cleric to lift the curse on these bodies. Obviously my very gracious and talented friend here took care of that for you, but what would you have done if she hadn’t chosen to help you out, out of the kindness of her heart?” The soldier blinked, looking at Abelon, who was much too close for comfort “We, uh, had a cleric on the way. She’s almost an hour late though… Wha-“ Abelon cut her off, the same cheery smile plastered on his face “Wow! That is just terrible! I know you must be absolutely swamped with work right now, so I’ll do her a favour and find this cleric for you! What do you say?” Abelon was laying it on thick, and after putting the poor woman under some more mental distress, he managed to find out the two most likely places the missing cleric, a half-elf named Lucia Petnorin, could be: Lucia’s home, or the temple of Kelemvor, which was not to far from here. He let go of her and grabbed Eletea by the hand, leading her away from the group of soldiers. Abelon leaned closer to Eletea, whispering in her ear “By my count, we have a little under an hour before the spell wears off, and I don’t think she will be very happy with us when that happens”
Abelon takes her into the nearest street, away from the suspicious gaze of the soldier. Letting go of her hand, he sighs in relief. He avoids looking at Eletea for a bit, eventually sheepishly side eyeing her “Sorry about, you know… Making it seem like you were my servant.” He kicked a pebble lying on the cobblestone pathway, watching it bounce a few feet down the way before continuing “It was immature of me.” He honestly still thought it was kind of hilarious, but seeing how angry it made Eletea made it less hilarious, somehow. (edited)
