Huarti stands high on the ridge as the red beacon gutters out. The three observers are no longer shadows, they are tall, spindly spies in grey cloth, pinned in the open by his gaze.
The Hooded Figure
We mean no breach. We only watch the Spires from afar.
An and Ghorrik Sul tense at Huarti’s heels. Below, scorched sand, wrecked dragon bodies, and fading red smoke mark the price of trespass.
The Hooded Figure
If the nursery is yours, name its border and we will carry it elsewhere.
Huarti’s presence presses over the ridge, and the spies falter. Their leader glances toward the ruined basin, then back to Huarti, measuring whether flight is still possible.
The Hooded Figure
We have seen the nursery’s strength. Let us depart with that warning intact.
The choice sharpens the scene. If Huarti lets them go, the nursery’s border is acknowledged. If he binds them here, the Obsidian Spires and their hidden listeners lose another thread of secrecy.
✓ Quest Accepted
Hold the nursery against the spies
“I cast whipe mind on them”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +0)
Huarti lowers his hand, and the ridge seems to swallow sound around the three spies.
Huarti
Their surface thoughts go blank.
The Hooded Figure’s posture slackens first. The fear in the other two drains into a dazed, empty pause.
Grey cloth flutters as Huarti’s spell strips away their fresh memory of the Spires, the nursery, and his face.
The Hooded Figure
We... were only passing through.
The words come thin and uncertain. The spies turn together, already forgetting why the sand below feels wrong.
An
They are unfit to return with anything useful.
A faint red haze coils once over their brows, then breaks apart like ash in the wind. Something else lingers there, a dull trace Huarti can claim or ignore.
Quest Complete
Hold the nursery against the spies