Fairy waltz

[Anastasia]

'The price is collects.'

[Nephrite]

'What is the price it collects?'

[Anastasia]

'The harp stores what it takes for an unknown purpose.'

[Nephrite]

Hm.

Is it really possible this information is so easy to obtain...?

'Where is this information coming from?'

15/18

[Anastasia]

'This spell.'

[Nephrite]

Is it possible to fool the spell...? No matter.

'What else should I know about the harp?'

16

[Anastasia]

'Nothing.'

[Nephrite]

'How old is the knowledge supplied by my questions so far?'

[Anastasia]

'It varies depending on the knowledge.'

[Nephrite]

'Was any of the knowledge created within the last month?'

final question

[Anastasia]

'Yes.'

[Nephrite]

The spell ended, Moore turns his attention to The Adversary.

"So, I know more about it now." Moore says as he takes in a breath. "Are you familiar with 'The Lost Tear'?" He asks.

[Anastasia]

"Yes," A simple, one word answer before, "I have heard legends of it."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Well, I am going to show you my earnest desire for this accord to work out - it can only be used by bards of my skill safely, so as it is to you now it's useless." He says. "So... with that in mind, what was your real intention with it? What do you want me to do with it?"

[Anastasia]

The Adversary's pale hand gestures, "Loss." A single word reply, heavy in the air. "The Prophecy has spoken. Primus is no seer to be ignored. Loss must be understood and mastered to stop her."

"You think this is tied to her?" Antenora says, voice level as her gaze turns to the harp for but one moment.

"I believe so," The Adversary confirms as...

Antenora takes the softer tack of a Sense Motive check rather than sparring with trying Power of Truth on him (and a rank check she's probably at a disadvantage on).

> roll 1d20+91 (+22 Moore, +15 divine insight)
<Penuche2> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 103 > [d20=12]

"...A liar that speaks truth, or a truth deadly enough that no lie is needed?" Antenora muses aloud. "Or a lie so pretty that the poison in it looks as appealing as a fine fruit?"

The Adversary is silent a time more as Antenora's gaze drifts to the harp. "It's your choice, Moore. Merely do not pretend that this is a fair and equitable trade, no matter how it appears." Antenora declares.

Wisdom is to walk away. That is my council, but I did not lie. The choice is yours.