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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 1597964" data-attributes="member: 8623">Rhesa grows increasingly suspicious of this man, and the phrase "I'm a servant of what's right" sets off a dozen alarm bells in her head- Trouble. "As you should be."  And self-righteous to boot.  "Then perhaps you can tell me what you and your allies are doing here."  Big trouble.  Aeweth nods slightly, although it's unclear whether she's agreeing simply to calm the girl or to anything else.  In any case, she walks over and leans to whisper a few words in the girl's ear."Don't worry," says Aeweth, optimistic and confident, acting the adventurer coming to 'save' the prostitutes.  I know what I'm doing, and I'll hand this guy his head if he tries anything funny, with a wink and a smile.  "I won't let anything bad happen to you," she says, and then giggles as if she just whispered some dirty secret to her fellow whore.  The giggle might be a bit too loud or a bit too obviously a cover, depending on whether Rhesa can manage to play Aeweth as appropriately confident.I assume there's some sort of check here- Diplomacy, perhaps?Assuming Rhesa's calmed the girl down, she waits for the fellow to cast his spell, standing next to Heliah and casting the occasional confident look her way- which doubles as a method of checking to see how she's affected by the spell.  Despite her apparent confidence, Faleri is nervous about her first foray into prostitution, Aeweth is nervous about that plus the fact this fellow is asking awkward questions, and Rhesa, although regaining her balance (the suspicion helps- he's probably a self-righteous Cuthbertian dragging them out of here, will they or nill they!- despite the fact she would appreciate the rescue, were she working here) is nervous about all that and the fact that this man is so goddamn sharp.  He knows what she is.  How can he know what she is?This fellow sound familiar?  Like the Heironian lover-boy, perhaps, minus the convieient niaviate?  The obliviousness was what made that relationship work.  Which is to say, it worked because he had no idea what was really going on.  Which is a pretty poor definition of "working," but in any case.And why am I thinking of this paticular sordid exchange in terms of a relationship, anyway?</blockquote>

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