Choose Your Own Adventure: The Dalaran Corpse, Page 13
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“What do you mean, ‘Who are you?’??” The strange woman beside you retorts, looking quite taken aback at your inquiry. “Didn’t they tell you all about me? Their dragon contact? You’d think they worshipped the ground I walked on half the time.”
With a look to the bartender, a drink arrives before her momentarily, which she sips as if she needs the alcohol to calm her down. A little ruffled by her initial answer you mention casually that you had noticed, indeed, that she probably was a dragon in disguise.
“I’ll tell you what,” she returns, gesturing with an olive on a toothpick before popping it into her mouth, showing long canines, “there are at least three other dragons at the party upstairs. But you’d never know it. All elf ears and perky little human noses for them. Hmph, if you’ve got it, flaunt it, that’s what I always say.”
Did she just sweep her tail from side to side? You find yourself staring inappropriately at her seated curves until she brings you back with a touch to your arm and a low whisper.
“Listen, sweetie, I know why you’re here. Just hand over this week’s comic strip and you can be on your way.”
At her request you reach into your pocket and hand over the note, which she eyes with an eyebrow raised, but does not open in your presence. She gives you a small smile, however, as she snuggles the note into her cleavage. “Thank you very much. By the way, I go by Miranda around here, in case you need to find me again.”
Clearing your throat, you answer that you’re really not involved in any of this and was just delivering the note as a favor.
“I know,” she says, sipping her drink again, her strange eyes wandering. “After all, Kenseth is dead.”
A.) Ask her what the heck she means by that. Kenseth was a head figure in all this, wasn’t he?
B.) Ask her if she could better explain the whole situation
C.) Bid her a good evening and get out of there