The gray-gloved woman gestures toward Ashbridge, then along the distant northern track. She remains beside the weathered waystone, inviting Mara to stay where they can see one another.
Nera
Settlements hear a warning and turn it into a command. Then they send watchers, and watchers turn uncertainty into authority.
Wind moves through the pale grass between them. Her hooked staff stays propped against her shoulder, while the gray cloth at her wrist stirs like a small flag.
Nera
I marked the slate so Ashbridge would look north, not because I wanted them marching there. I wanted to learn whether they could be warned without being directed.
Nera
Orren is speaking with Chief Raska now, and your watch captain is keeping the town still. No one followed you. That was part of what I needed to know.
The waystone bears older crossing marks beneath her fresh sign. Nothing in the air demands an answer, but her steady gaze leaves room for Mara to question the method, the motive, or what she knows.
“" why is that," I use a silent cast of the loose tounge spell that will compell her to speak the truth”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +2)
Mara
Why is that?
Mara casts without gesture or sound. The spell settles over the gray-gloved woman’s voice, compelling honest answers without seizing her thoughts or directing her words.
Nera
Because I have watched warnings become pretexts. Veyra taught people to call observation permission, and Grey Gloves learned to hide control inside careful language.
The woman’s guarded posture loosens. Truth moves through her speech plainly, while the waystone’s older marks remain untouched beneath the fresh gray sign.
Nera
I wanted proof that Ashbridge could receive danger without claiming the right to investigate every person near it. Your captain held the gate, and you came alone.
Nera
That tells me the town can still distinguish protection from possession. I marked the slate to test that boundary, not to lure anyone into harm.
The spell confirms no evasion in her account. Far behind Mara, Orren’s voice carries faintly from the camp road as the warning is explained without command.
“" I'm Mara by the way deary, I would hate to have to call you Veyra's pet." I say warmly.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -2)
Mara
I'm Mara, by the way, deary. I would hate to have to call you Veyra's pet.
Mara says it warmly, but the teasing lands against the woman’s guarded history. For a breath, the gray cloth at her wrist snaps sharply in the wind.
Nera
Then call me Nera. I am no pet, and I will not wear Veyra’s leash again.
The woman’s answer is immediate. Her suspicion eases into wary amusement, though the accusation has cost Mara the easy trust her successful charm might otherwise have earned.
Nera
You may keep the deary, if you like. But if you call me hers again, I will leave you with the question you came to ask.
Nera lifts her hooked staff and taps the waystone once, beside the older crossing marks. Her gaze remains steady, but she no longer hides behind formal caution.
Nera
I served Veyra once. That is a fact, not a collar. I marked the slate to test Ashbridge, and now you know why.
✓ Quest Accepted
Establish a narrow working trust with Nera
“" fair enough near, then why use her spellcraft. And to what end?" I ask”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +0)
Mara
Fair enough, Nera, then why use her spellcraft, and to what end?
Nera studies Mara across the weathered waystone. The wind slackens, leaving the gray cloth at her wrist hanging still.
Nera
Because Veyra’s craft can observe a boundary without crossing it. I learned its shape while serving her, then kept the useful part and discarded the leash.
She taps the older crossing marks with her hooked staff, careful not to touch Mara’s magic or the fresh sign.
Nera
My end was proof. I wanted to know whether Ashbridge could receive a warning without turning it into ownership, pursuit, or permission to inspect everyone nearby.
Nera
The slate gave me that answer. Your captain held the gate, you came alone, and Orren carried the truth openly to Raska. The method served a test, not Veyra.
“"what's next then dear?" I ask politely”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Mara
What’s next then, dear?
Nera’s guarded amusement settles into a more open regard. She glances from Mara to the gray mark, then toward Ashbridge’s quiet northern gate.
Nera
Next, I remove my test from the slate and tell Ashbridge exactly what I did. No hidden lesson, no lingering hook.
She kneels beside the waystone and draws two fingers through the gray residue. The observing weave loosens cleanly, leaving the older crossing marks untouched.
Nera
Then I return with you, meet Orren and Chief Raska openly, and offer what I know about Veyra’s methods. They can decide what use it has.
Nera
After that, I will follow the northern trail alone unless you choose otherwise. Someone is still placing signs, and I would rather question them before suspicion becomes pursuit.
The last gray thread fades from the stone. Nera lifts her hooked staff and waits beside Mara, ready to walk back without concealment or claim.
Quest Complete
Establish a narrow working trust with Nera
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