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[CHRIST THIS IS A HIGHER CONCENTRATION OF HUMANITY THAN I SIGNED UP FOR

a little nervous, looking around eyes wide, shifting just a bit closer to Sigmund than he was walking previously.]

Gotta say I was envisioning a small village or something.

[ o-oh...

looking at him out of the corner of his eye, also he has his armor i totally forgot to say he put it back on before leaving but there is... that. ]

Are you all right?

[ it's probably gonna be worse because. well. king and all so there's a lot of attention and bowing and "LORD SIGMUND" everywhere ]

I'm fine.

[almost snapping, just a little testy, before lowering his voice so only Sigmund can hear.]

You're a king?

Does it bother you?

[ rather amused, honestly, though he's trying not to look it ]

I'm parading around town in only your jacket and I don't even have the consolation of having actually fucked you.

[ kind of a

that

wow. ]

If this is something you would like to amend, then...

I'm not entirely sure bringing a forest spirit to your castle and then banging him is an effective way to stay in good graces with your people, probably.

I have done worse things.

[ leading him up to the castle, and then inside, and there's a great foyer and tapestries and elegant hallways and the like. he leads him into a large room with chairs and couches, obviously intended to be a waiting area of some sort. ]

Would you like anything? Food? Drink?

[eying him a little strangely at that, but he'll save that question for a more private space, probably.]

Just water would be fine.

[nnnnot getting drunk in a town full of humans no thanks]

[ what would a drunk tree spirit even look like...

nodding, and then leaving the room to go fetch it for him. when he comes back he's considerably more dressed down, losing his armor in favor of modest-looking silk shirts of elaborate brocade. it's not quite peasant clothing, but it's less extravagant than it could have been.

OFFERING A GOBLET... ]

[he's perched on the back of a couch when Sigmund returns, bare feet swinging idly.

takes the goblet with a nod, eyes it critically, then shrugs and drinks anyway.]

Thanks.

[ it's just water

not to worry ]

Seating across from him, resting his hands on his knees. straight-backed, etc. etc., totally a monarch and all that.

just. waiting. for Tsuyukusa to be ready or whatever ]

[drinks all of it pretty fast, then sets the goblet aside and eyes him.]

What else did you want to know?

As a nature spirit, you doubtless have access to a vast array of abilities. Would you mind telling me about them?

I don't mind, but why do you want to know?

I suppose you could call it a simple curiosity. More than that... I may have need of you. Whether or not you choose to accept it entirely up to you, of course.

All right. Just keep in mind that some of my abilities aren't exactly typical of my kind, and I'm stronger than most.

I can heal at expense of my own energy and fly and generate weapons from myself. Also shapeshift, though I mostly stick to this form. It's most comfortable.

Past that I'm a good staff fighter, and fast.

[ considering... ]

Is it easy for you to become corrupted? If you say you are stronger than most, then if you should become ensnared by the forces seeking to destroy the forest, it will be rather troublesome for everyone involved.

If you mean by dark magic or miasma, yeah. It's happened before.

... I see.

But you were able to recover from it, I assume.

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Nope. Died. Anything else?

[ ... well that is

unfortunate ]

I'm sorry.

S'fine. Apparently something about me makes gods pretty interested with throwing me at their causes, so I got plucked from death that way a time or two.

I can only imagine how frustrating that must have been. Being someone's puppet is no way to live.

[shrugs]

I got over it.