Easy · Inland Empire ≥ 3
Wow. Total psychic collapse between you two right now.
Psyche
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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Wow. Total psychic collapse between you two right now.
A golden pendant hangs around the woman's neck, in the shape of what looks like a tiny fish head trapped in amber.
This economy is a mysterious force, like cosmic weather. Mysterious and harsh.
You've come this far -- you know how to end it. There is an entity behind the entity.
Psychic arts? Sounds right down our alley.
They lurk in the tropical pale of Semenine, casting strange magicks on everyone! Ignore the curtains -- or suffer the consequences...
There is something mysterious about the curtains... be careful!
We must be dealing with seriously malign forces here if there are dozens of wards.
Do you know what takes place upon mist-shrouded Semenese islands? Don't listen to Encyclopedia -- they're inhabited by shamans and wildmen practising unnatural mysticism.
Not so! You sense their strange magicks, cast from the dark forests they writhe around in. Don't believe it? Go ahead, straight through the curtains. Suffer the consequences.
She's right -- those curtains give off some eerie vibes. Better not mess with it.
Do you realize what's out there? Upon the mist-shrouded islands of Ile du Fantôme, in Semenine? Eerie pygmies and wild shamans practising unnatural mysticism?
Okay... you're one of the initiated. Then go ahead and fiddle with the curtains. But do so at your own PERIL.
You swallow, like you swallowed the last time. Whatever bitter emotion was swimming to the surface then -- and now -- subsides. Submerges. Sinks back into you.
White Mourning. It was mourning all along. You should've seen it coming, it was right behind her eyes...