Alucard's Rest

[The Gambler]

(Belric loses 1 Disposition Level with Muriel)

"Of course, milord," the woman said, with a bowed head, and a hint of edge to her tone. "What would I know of it?"

[Lord Belric Blackfort]

"Perhaps you know more than I, I have only rumors and wives tales to go on. I do not mean to mock you ma'am, but until someone points the Lady and I in the right direction, I can only believe what I have seen. Will you not tell us what you know?"

(Persuasion: 44)

[The Gambler]

(Failed)

"It is my experience that every wives tale contains a kernel of truth," the old woman replied, with a sigh. "If that is the case, then Harrenhal has enough kernels to fill the granary."

[Lord Belric Blackfort]

Belric had to fight back his frustration with the old woman. She had done little to convince him, only reinforcing his opinion that the superstitions were exaggerated. He agreed that most rumors stared with a dash of truth, though that truth was usually far less sinister than the stories told. Now that the "curse," of Harrenhal was a household tale, any misfortune that occurred within its walls would be view as such.

"I see," he said, writing off the old woman as senile.

Betric kissed Saesha on the cheek, bidding her farewell. "There is more that needs to be done before we leave. I will see you back at the keep." He couldn't get away from the crazy old hag fast enough.

[Barley]

"Belric is a soldier, Madam," she made excuses for her husband, "I myself am more open to those sorts of things, I have seen things that cannot be explained by normal means. I have yet to see ghosts so I cannot say, but I can easily believe the place is cursed, six lords is more than just coincidence, but all things can be borne and curses can be broken." she smiled at the woman, "Thank you for all your help. before and now still. Enjoy your meat, Muriel. I will drop in when we return."

She leant over the bar and touched the woman's shoulder, giving her a beautiful smile.

Charm 53

[The Gambler]

(Failed. Disposition remains the same, which is fairly high.)

"You are a smart girl, just like my daughter and granddaughter were," Muriel remarked, returning the smile with matronly affection. "I will pray to the Old Gods and New for your safe travels, if indeed they still listen to an old crone."