[after the npc reveal, laudna can be found sitting out near the pyre on her own, with pâté, a dead rat with a bird skull sewn onto his head and bony bird wings, fluttering nearby. she has her long hair hanging down over her face and she's clearly talking to herself out loud.]
...Still nothing from you? How long are you going to give me the silent treatment? You're useless!
...okay, are you talking to the familiar or is the pyre the best place to talk to yourself?
[Trying to commune with spirits by positioning yourself over the damn pentagram is a third option. Truthfully Erin had come to try to ruin the pentagram and that was why she had brought swamp mud- She hadn't expected to see someone here]
[Beginning to rub mud onto the line of the pentagram, she shrugs]
Is whoever you're trying to talk to someone you can speak about freely or did I just hear something I shouldn't have heard?
[She tries to make herself a little less prickly. A little. The moods in this village must be a tad on edge after they all found out they're all sacrifices for a ritual, so Erin is trying to dial down her usual bad mood]
[Erin grimaces from the feeling of the mud on her hand. So cold...]
Those four said something about magic and abilities being blocked. That could be it.
[Magical interference, blocks of some sort...they already proved they had access to magical abilities, such as that veil to avoid being monitored for a short while]
At times like these isolating you from everyone else is step one. Classic cult move.
[Having smeared mud all over a section of the pentagram, Erin stands aside, looking at it, and just...sees the mud isn't sticking there. A mere breeze is enough to move the sludge away and restore the pentagram]
...in the end as long as we're not sitting around like sitting ducks waiting to be sacrificed we did nothing wrong. Who cares if it's hitting your head against a brick wall until your skull splits open.
[Failing at fighting is better than not fighting at all. Failing at trying to talk to someone who may or may not be giving you silent treatment, or breaking the setting of the ritual is better than just doing nothing]
[Not everyone has gotten involved in this kind of thing, but Erin really hopes there are more than three people with some level of knowledge about this. She's been asking this to a few]
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...Still nothing from you? How long are you going to give me the silent treatment? You're useless!
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[Trying to commune with spirits by positioning yourself over the damn pentagram is a third option. Truthfully Erin had come to try to ruin the pentagram and that was why she had brought swamp mud- She hadn't expected to see someone here]
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I'm not talking to you.
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Yeah, thought so. This is no confrontation.
[Beginning to rub mud onto the line of the pentagram, she shrugs]
Is whoever you're trying to talk to someone you can speak about freely or did I just hear something I shouldn't have heard?
[She tries to make herself a little less prickly. A little. The moods in this village must be a tad on edge after they all found out they're all sacrifices for a ritual, so Erin is trying to dial down her usual bad mood]
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[she can speak about it freely, but she doesn't necessarily choose to.]
She isn't answering right now, anyway.
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[Erin grimaces from the feeling of the mud on her hand. So cold...]
Those four said something about magic and abilities being blocked. That could be it.
[Magical interference, blocks of some sort...they already proved they had access to magical abilities, such as that veil to avoid being monitored for a short while]
At times like these isolating you from everyone else is step one. Classic cult move.
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[that's so annoying, isn't it?]
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[With some luck any potential solutions won't involve having to face those four, but Erin doesn't have her hopes up]
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[Having smeared mud all over a section of the pentagram, Erin stands aside, looking at it, and just...sees the mud isn't sticking there. A mere breeze is enough to move the sludge away and restore the pentagram]
...in the end as long as we're not sitting around like sitting ducks waiting to be sacrificed we did nothing wrong. Who cares if it's hitting your head against a brick wall until your skull splits open.
[Failing at fighting is better than not fighting at all. Failing at trying to talk to someone who may or may not be giving you silent treatment, or breaking the setting of the ritual is better than just doing nothing]
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I'm no sitting duck. I won't wait around to be targeted.
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Saw this kind of cult business ever before?
[Not everyone has gotten involved in this kind of thing, but Erin really hopes there are more than three people with some level of knowledge about this. She's been asking this to a few]
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[Just the mere concept is enough to make anyone reasonable dislike them. Not liking cults feels like it should be a given, she thinks to herself.
Still, dang. Sounds like there's no in-depth knowledge there, probably]
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[Speaking from experience there, although those have been less cult and more individual people]