When dismissed, Sepoto exits Goludov's office with the others, sharing a concerned look with Kaelan. Something seemed amiss. Even Trebuchet seemed to sense it, and although reading a sense of the warforged emotions was next to impossible, it only showed how unnerved the metal man was.
As the subdued shifter follows Trebuchet through the stockpile of supplies that Wila keeps available, he turns to the warforged with a certain puzzlement on his face. For a moment he is unsure of how to broach a discussion with him on such a sensitive matter, but decides on forthrightness in the end, whispering,
"Trenchbucket, I feel you feel as Sepoto does: there is an emptiness to what Master Goludov has told us. This emptiness may be the absence of a truth. His words, though they seem the truthful, have the scent of some deception about them. Perhaps the headmaster does not lie, but there is a lie lingering about him? Sepoto fears this lie shrouds the face of the mission's true sponsor, and it may have its source in this person..."
As Sepoto speaks, he absentmindedly fingers a slender crystal decanter the color of a ripe lime, inside of which is a viscous purple syrup. As Trebuchet answers him, his eyes are drawn to the decanter and the tattered, faded, almost illegible label upon it.
After reading it, he does not hesitate, taking the elixir to Wila and paying for it with the entirety of his letter of credit only after the others have departed and only he and Trebuchet remain. Sepoto smiles nervously at the older woman's querulous glance, and places the decanter deep in the padded confines of his pouch, nestling it safely in a cluster of banana leaves.
[SBLOCK] Sepoto buys an
elixir of truth, for 500gp. Now that is paranoia, my friends!
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