"ₒₖ...?" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮?" he was calm.
"...𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" you said. He sighed through his nose and closed his eyes. Idle chatter.
You weren't scared, he wanted you to be scared. He knew you knew something. Orin had told him about what happened to her Bhaalist followers when you arrived. He learned about you in a meeting a week with The Dead Three later after you'd embarrassed him in a squabble with Ravenguard.
Other dressed up Banite members, in gold and stripes were leaving and chatting like church ladies in the room. Gortash grasped the back of the pew you sat on and looked at you.
"𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
"𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙙?"
"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙬𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥."
It clicked. That fear and the blur you saw was miss lord of incest murder ma'am Orin the Red.
Your face showed a light of realization, and Gortash caught on. He tilted his head and sat back in his pew.
"𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧." you defended in a whisper.
"𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮? 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝘾𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣?"
"𝙉𝙤." you did, you figured it out.
"..." He looked you up and down. You felt a little violated. "..𝙈𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣?"
"𝙐𝙝. 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚."
"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢?"
"𝙊𝙤𝙊𝙤𝙝. 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙄'𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤."
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬??"
"𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚."
"𝙔𝙤𝙪- 𝙄'𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙. "
"𝙎𝙤 𝙖𝙢 𝙄." This was just like when you were at the park and you verbal harassed him. He didn't know if he wanted to deal with you anymore.
You stood up, and decided to exit. He would come or he wouldn't. You didn't have time for his intimidation tactics. He wasn't getting shit unless it was your fat pussy. That was something you were willing to sacrifice for the good of Faerun.
He stood up and followed you out into the daylight. The path out was lit now.
The light was blinding.
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