[ The grim-faced villagers look at each other, eyes dark and suspicious. They shake their heads and do not put away their weapons.
Ciri stands beside the other woman, and as she lowers her bow, Ciri's grip on his sword tightens. She adds her voice in agreement, hoping they'll see reason. ]
We've all seen the way the infection spreads. Like a curse. A fell transformation that takes hold within minutes.
The longer we waste time deliberating what is already obvious, the more destruction rains down elsewhere in this village. Go. Stop wasting time, for all of us.
[ Perhaps it helps that Ciri's clothing just happens to match quite well with what the other villagers are wearing too, though really it's just by chance. They might mistake her for one of their own, or maybe some of them are in fact swayed by reason. A mix of the two would be enough. ]
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Ciri stands beside the other woman, and as she lowers her bow, Ciri's grip on his sword tightens. She adds her voice in agreement, hoping they'll see reason. ]
We've all seen the way the infection spreads. Like a curse. A fell transformation that takes hold within minutes.
The longer we waste time deliberating what is already obvious, the more destruction rains down elsewhere in this village. Go. Stop wasting time, for all of us.
[ Perhaps it helps that Ciri's clothing just happens to match quite well with what the other villagers are wearing too, though really it's just by chance. They might mistake her for one of their own, or maybe some of them are in fact swayed by reason. A mix of the two would be enough. ]