"As I anticipated, Opal chose you to handle the Penacony case, but it seems... you've found a new ally."
She remarked, gesturing for them to take a seat on the ornate chairs. You can feel the warmth of the last visitor lingering on the cushion. "What do you need to collect bad debts owed by Penacony?" "Your Cornerstone." the young man replied, meeting her gaze. "Well, this is the first time anyone has asked for such a thing. What price will you pay in return?" she asks, a smile playing on her lips. "Our Cornerstones." the young lady replied. "And my life, too. I have no choice except that if I want to tear open a gash in Penacony," the young man adds. Your stomach twists. You know it's all part of his plan; you know his success rate— while not as high as yours— is one you'd put your faith in. After all, you don't put your support behind anything without carefully weighing the pros and cons. It's just cruel and unfair that things have to be taken this far. But you're both backed into a corner. This plan has to succeed.
It will succeed, if the woman before you agrees to help.
She considers your words and his and lets out a sigh. She places miniature model of Penacony on one end of the scale. "Each of us has our own beginnings and endings." On the other side of the scale, she places a large orange gemstone, bigger than the woman's palm. While you understand that a Cornerstone contains great power and should be protected at all costs, you don't waver. You wholeheartedly trust the woman before you and the man beside you with this tool more precious than your own life.
The woman continues: "This journey together may be long or short, but as long as we haven't reached the end, we must honor our contract."
A green gemstone joins the orange one. She goes on, "In this world, nothing is truly beyond value. Everything can be measured, leveraged, and traded..." Finally, another green stone, the woman's own, is placed on the scale, tipping the scales. "Now, let's trade them for the future of Penacony," she finishes.
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Landfall Memory Event
"As I anticipated, Opal chose you to handle the Penacony case, but it seems... you've found a new ally."
She remarked, gesturing for them to take a seat on the ornate chairs. You can feel the warmth of the last visitor lingering on the cushion.
"What do you need to collect bad debts owed by Penacony?"
"Your Cornerstone." the young man replied, meeting her gaze.
"Well, this is the first time anyone has asked for such a thing. What price will you pay in return?" she asks, a smile playing on her lips.
"Our Cornerstones." the young lady replied.
"And my life, too. I have no choice except that if I want to tear open a gash in Penacony," the young man adds. Your stomach twists. You know it's all part of his plan; you know his success rate— while not as high as yours— is one you'd put your faith in. After all, you don't put your support behind anything without carefully weighing the pros and cons. It's just cruel and unfair that things have to be taken this far. But you're both backed into a corner. This plan has to succeed.
It will succeed, if the woman before you agrees to help.
She considers your words and his and lets out a sigh. She places miniature model of Penacony on one end of the scale.
"Each of us has our own beginnings and endings."
On the other side of the scale, she places a large orange gemstone, bigger than the woman's palm. While you understand that a Cornerstone contains great power and should be protected at all costs, you don't waver. You wholeheartedly trust the woman before you and the man beside you with this tool more precious than your own life.
The woman continues: "This journey together may be long or short, but as long as we haven't reached the end, we must honor our contract."
A green gemstone joins the orange one.
She goes on, "In this world, nothing is truly beyond value. Everything can be measured, leveraged, and traded..."
Finally, another green stone, the woman's own, is placed on the scale, tipping the scales.
"Now, let's trade them for the future of Penacony," she finishes.