The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[NPCs]

"Well now, I was kind of interested in the other information," Roland says with a grin.

[Bethany]

"Mmmh. My friend always had this strange little quirk about nicknames- I noticed Jassinth seemed to do the same, though far less... sentimentally. Did your friend?" Beth also needs to work on her verbal jousting- that was a bit of a path to get where she wanted, too far to do in one go.

[Isabela]

"Can't say as he did -- unless you count slipping into elven when he liked someone," she says, tilting her head a little. "I was more distracted by the flirting and the tattoos. He was a damn fine looking fellow, that's for sure."

[Bethany]

"Tattoos?" Beth asks a touch too sharply. "What kind?"

[Isabela]

"Blue ones, all over his dusky skin. Very fetching."

[Bethany]

Beth bites her lip, looking contemplative. "What... what did he do? For you?"

[Isabela]

She leans forward, tilting her head just a bit. "I think the real question is, why are you so interested?" she asks, her voice a low purr with a hint of menace in it. 

[Bethany]

"You started this first- and got my sister involved," Beth snaps back.

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Beth, pax," Haliel says softly, reaching over to rest a hand on Beth's arm. "Why are you so tense about this?"

[Bethany]

"Random meeting in a small village and she just happens to know my Zev?" Beth scoffs with disbelief. "No way this is just chance."

[NPCs]

"Course it ain't," Roland draws lazily. "She's an adventurer. Come on, you know your story lore better than this, Bethie," he chides her, then frowns as the nick name plucks at his memories. 

[Bethany]

"My-" Beth's mouth snaps shut with a click. Oh. That... that would make sense. If she's a wandering adventurer then... news of an old friend, lover, inspiration could impact her course in order to move her someone she's needed. But... Zevran. Wait... No, there's no way... but... "Did... did he used to call you something specific?" she asks slowly.

[Isabela]

"I'm quite interested in how you came to know my Zev," she says, narrowing her eyes.

[Bethany]

Beth shakes her head. "No, you want to know what I know, so you have to convince me," she says with strong protectiveness in her voice. "I won't risk him."

[Isabela]

"What I want from you depends entirely on who you really are -- and how you came to meet Zevran."