09-09-2016, 06:34 PM
It was the reluctance that reaffirmed to Ingrid that the dancer was legitimate. No one only pretending to see the future would ever be so unhappy with as weighty a title as "oracle". Any supposed fortune teller would be all too happy to accept it, not mutter in disagreement and agitation. Ingrid felt a tinge of guilt for being so direct; she hadn't meant to distress the girl any further. It was clear she wasn't at all comfortable with others labeling her in such a way.
The mercenary's brusqueness was not helping. Ingrid understood that the matter was urgent, but there was no need to be so blunt.
"If you're certain the boy's in danger, I'd be glad to help you save him" she said, reassuringly as she could. "I'm Ingrid, a nomadic healer of sorts. Though... if anyone in town asks, the name's Adeline." She'd already given the false alias to the innkeeper and a couple other townsfolk, but it seemed insensible to lie to an oracle. She didn't know what, if anything, the dancer had actually gleaned about her in her fit.
The mercenary's brusqueness was not helping. Ingrid understood that the matter was urgent, but there was no need to be so blunt.
"If you're certain the boy's in danger, I'd be glad to help you save him" she said, reassuringly as she could. "I'm Ingrid, a nomadic healer of sorts. Though... if anyone in town asks, the name's Adeline." She'd already given the false alias to the innkeeper and a couple other townsfolk, but it seemed insensible to lie to an oracle. She didn't know what, if anything, the dancer had actually gleaned about her in her fit.