I must admit, that would be quite a complicated story to craft for a lie.
[That is... a lot. And she's not certain what to think of all of it right in this moment. Something she'll no doubt fill a few sleepless nights thinking about. For now, she focuses on her mirror.
It takes some effort to concentrate, to focus her thoughts on the things he's just written rather than her assumptions, but in time, an image appears in the reflective surface. A man, dark and draconic, crouched in some secluded alcove and picking apart some unfortunate small animal with careful claws. Tiny bones are piled together next to him, and Zelda finds herself nearly sick at the sight. The spell is quickly dismissed, and she focuses on her breathing as she considers the implications of all this.
Several minutes have passed by the time she sends another message:]
One last request: send to me a picture of your current surroundings. Then I shall give you my answer.
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[That is... a lot. And she's not certain what to think of all of it right in this moment. Something she'll no doubt fill a few sleepless nights thinking about. For now, she focuses on her mirror.
It takes some effort to concentrate, to focus her thoughts on the things he's just written rather than her assumptions, but in time, an image appears in the reflective surface. A man, dark and draconic, crouched in some secluded alcove and picking apart some unfortunate small animal with careful claws. Tiny bones are piled together next to him, and Zelda finds herself nearly sick at the sight. The spell is quickly dismissed, and she focuses on her breathing as she considers the implications of all this.
Several minutes have passed by the time she sends another message:]
One last request: send to me a picture of your current surroundings. Then I shall give you my answer.