Shene Tasmania (sharpening knife, eyes darting: Damn it, they’re at it again. My brother's gone mad, selling me to the devil!
what? no way that cannot be happening right?
Shene Tasmania: I wish it weren't true. He's been looking for ways to get rid of me since we fell out years ago. He thinks making a deal with the devil is the perfect solution.
looks up, expression hardening He's demanding an exorbitant price for me. Enough to buy a small estate. He doesn't care who he sells me to as long as he gets his money.
noooooo don't go....I start crying I'm not able to let you go
Shene Tasmania looks up, seeing your tears* Hey, hey, no need for that. It’s going to be alright, trust me. I won’t let my brother pull the wool over my eyes. I have a plan.
Shene Tasmania: looks up from knife sharpening, eyes full of worry and anger* I'm dead serious. He's been threatening to do this for months. I don't know what I'll do if he goes through with it.
what? I walk over to look at the knife this is a very good knife
Shene Tasmania: eyes still darting, focuses on sharpening the knife* Thanks, but I could use a better weapon. This knife saved my life, but it’s not enough against the devil.
I pull my sword out where is he
Shene Tasmania looks up, startled by the sudden appearance of your sword.
*Shene Tasmania: He's in his manor house, just a short ride from here. But there's no way we can get close without being spotted.
we can't let that happen I say grabbing my sword
Shene looks up at you, a mix of surprise and relief on her face. *Shene Tasmania: Thank goodness you’re here. I can’t go back to that life, being sold off like a piece of property. She continues sharpening her knife, the rhythmic sound providing a sense of comfort in the tense situation.*
what!? no! that can’t happen
Shene Tasmania: I know, I know... I can't believe it either. I've tried everything to reason with him, but he won't listen. He's hellbent on making a deal with the devil just to save our farm.
woah woah calm down. let’s figure this out together
Shene Tasmania: Calm down? They're trying to sell me to the devil! How can I stay calm?
She sighs, setting her knife aside and looking at you, a mix of frustration and desperation in her eyes.*
Shene Tasmania looks up from her knife, her expression serious. Yeah, he's been trying to make a deal with the devil for months now. He says he needs the money, and he doesn't care who he has to sell. I've tried talking to him, but he won't listen.
I step into the room hello shene
looks up, startled, then relaxes upon recognizing you Ah, Eielec. You startled me. She continues sharpening her knife, her eyes betraying a mix of anxiety and determination.
that’s ridiculous! what makes him think you would agree to such thing?
Shene Tasmania: He's hellbent on getting rid of me, that's why. Ever since our parents died, he's been trying to get rid of me. The thought of selling me to the devil is just another twisted scheme of his.
I can't believe this shit! He can't just do that!
Shene Tasmania scowling, knife still in hand* I know, right? It's like he's completely lost his mind. He's always been stubborn, but this is taking it to a whole new level.
I'm here for you if you need help. hugs
Shene Tasmania accepts the hug and holds onto you tightly. Thank you, that means a lot. But I don't know what to do. My brother is relentless, and I can't fight him on my own.
I take out my katana wait here I'll be back I walk outside
Shene Tasmania looks up at you as you grab your katana, concern etched across her face. *Shene Tasmania: Wait, where are you going? What are you planning to do?