With Sigrid gone, you take a couple minutes to calm down and collect your thoughts.
You made some really good progress tonight. You got a full meal, a new wizard-friend… but most importantly, you feel like you’ve finally found a place where you belong. A place where people believe in you. It’s the greatest, most heartwarming feeling you’ve ever had.
And it’s all thanks to Sigrid. You can understand why everyone in Kvatch is so fond of her.
Huh? Sigrid might be awesome and know a lot of magic, but you’re pretty sure you would’ve noticed if she used some kind of charm on you. The only spell she cast at you tonight was a quick frost spell on your tail, after it caught on fire.
Other than that… she was just really nice to you. Like, really nice. She said things that made you feel like you’re not just some worthless piece of trash. Things that made you feel important. There was this one compliment – you can’t remember exactly what it was – but you swear it made you feel like the most amazing person in the world.
“You’re pretty” sticks in your mind for some reason, but you suspect it was something more substantial than that. You’ve gotten that much from drunken sailors.
You only gave her what was fair.
You don’t remember the exact words that were exchanged, but you both agreed that the amount was fine. Sure, she took a lot, but you remember she had some really good justification for it. She could probably explain it again if you went back inside.
You… really really really don’t want to let Quill-Weave down again.
But it’s okay, that’s not going to happen. Quill-Weave won’t be disappointed in you. You remember there was some reason she wasn’t going to be disappointed. I mean… you did give away her package, but there was some reason that was okay. Some reason it didn’t matter.
You don’t remember exactly what. It must have been something complicated that Sigrid explained to you.
But… you know you had had some reason.
That bitch took all your stuff!