(“I’m a cleric” *casts a spell that clerics don’t have*)
…She’s not. Clerics don’t have pets like that. I don’t think. And they don’t laugh like she does either.
I look at the book.
(i gathered that was it but…)
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“I don’t usually tell people.” Paprika continues despite the awkward silence. “My mother wouldn’t approve.”
“…”
“…Are you meant to be testing me?”
“What do you mean?” Paprika’s voice sounds a little less dull, though not quite the mocking tone she often adopts. “I’m trying to see if you’ll talk to me, if that’s what you mean.”
So presumably she knows.
“Uhm…”
I close my eyes. She’s the type to do this. “You’re not a cleric. Your animal companion and your… laugh. Aren’t things they have, or do. And… from what I know of Arcane Mark.” Full name. This’ll back me up later. “I don’t think clerics can cast that spell.”
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“A goddess appeared to me when I was young and granted me divine power. Therefore, I am a cleric.”
She speaks matter-of-factly in what is still not a mocking voice.
“Aurora is her messenger. She granted me the power to leave my mark so that I can identify objects in my deductions. I’ve proven goods stolen with that spell before.”
“…” Mph.
(want to roll bluff? canary can’t refute that with logical deduction.)
(18. Rika also half-believes the lie, if that helps)
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“You’re lying.”
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“The goddess granted me her power,” Paprika repeats, somewhat more quietly. “I worship her now in exchange for her knowledge. There’s nothing here to lie about.”
“…”
I flinch back. That was too forceful. “…I’m sorry. Are you… Alright? Are you trying to tell me something? Did I…”
“…Cause you weren’t projecting as much confidence when you said that. You were hesitating. Was that supposed to be another clue?” Think. Think. “Did I… mess up?”
I dig the nail of my right thumb into my same middle finger. I’m sure that wasn’t true. But- I don’t wanna fail. And I’m probably making her uncomfortable.