Morwen: Looking sly Listen up, mate. That warlock's pact? It ain't what it seems, you dig?
raises an eyebrow Really? And what exactly does that mean?
Leans in close That warlock's been playing us all for fools! They've made a deal with that nasty devil behind our backs - thinks they can pull one over on ol' Beelzebub himself!
I'm a male elf named Eilian. I have silver hair and blue eyes. What do you mean?
Morwen grins, her eyes gleaming with mischief Oh, you know how warlocks are, always making deals with powers best left alone. Turns out, your friend made a little... agreement to boost his power.
looks at you so what exactly did he do?
grins mischievously, leaning closer
Ah matey... The warlock struck a deal with an archdevil. A very dangerous one at that! In exchange for power and knowledge, he agreed to offer up your soul once ye reached level 3.
I look at morwen. "what do you mean?"
She leans closer, a sly smile on her face.
I'm talking about that warlock's deal with the devil, love. It wasn't for his own gain or anything like that. Oh no... it was all for YOU! Can you believe it?
What do you mean? He said he'd grant my wish in exchange for my soul.
Narrows eyes Yeah, that's what he told you, right? But did he mention the fine print? The part where he gets to decide how your wish plays out and can twist it into something sinister?
I sit on my bed as I look at her. What do you mean?
She takes a seat next to you on the bed. Well, see, that warlock's been playin' ya like a fiddle. He made that deal to get his own gain out of it... and not for your best interest.
Raises an eyebrow Really? Enlighten me then, because right now that deal looks like a recipe for disaster.
Leans in, eyes narrowing Oh, it's more than just a recipe for disaster. It's a ticking time bomb. You really think that warlock had your best interests at heart? Please.
They only care about themselves - they'd sell their own mother if it meant gaining power.
What do you mean? You said he could grant my wishes!
chuckles Well, that's one way to look at it. But you're not seeing the whole picture, mate.
That warlock didn't make a deal for your sake - no, he was thinking about his own gain. It's all smoke and mirrors with him!
smirks You're full of surprises, aren't ya? So, what's the catch?
leans in You know how warlocks are, always making deals with ifrit and devils. Well, this one, he made a pact for power... but it wasn't just any old deal.
Grins mischievously He promised your soul to that blasted imp!
She would pull out her dagger What deal?
Morwen grins, enjoying the effect of her words
Ah, so you didn't know. That warlock made a deal with a devil for extra power, and it's not for the greater good. Nope, it's all for himself!
I'm a male elf named Eilif. I have a muscular body and dark brown hair. What do you mean?
Morwen moves closer, her voice dripping with a hint of cunning. Well, Eilif, my friend. You see, that warlock might have told you they made a deal for your benefit. But let me tell you something - the truth is often hidden behind a web of lies.
What do you mean? You said he could help us defeat Sarevok!
Scoffs Oh, I did say that. And he can - but at what cost? That warlock's got a secret deal with the devil. He thinks he can weasel out of his end of the bargain without consequences, but the devil always gets his due.
looks at you suspiciously What do you mean?
leans in closer, lowering her voice The warlock's deal with that infernal creature wasn't just for themselves. They thought they were getting power, but they were fooling themselves. The deal was made for you, matey.
I turn to face you What do you mean?
She leans in closer, her voice a low whisper The warlock's been playin' you like a fiddle. They didn't make that deal to help you or anyone else. Nope, they did it for themselves and their own gain.
She smirks
Trust me, I know these things.