Nope. Nope. Something is wrong here with this strange woman we’ve met. I gave her my most charming smile. I’ve spoken to her like she is a highborn lady. I’ve done my best to impress her. But I did not receive the reaction to my presence that I expected. Yes, there is something wrong with this woman.
I mean, look at me! I’ve got a stunning personality. I’ve got fresh clothing (that smell faintly like lilac). I’m obviously an accomplished adventurer! I’m young and virile. I’ve found the lost city of Saventh-Yi, for Olladra’s sake! It’s obvious that I’m some kind of noble; my bows are perfect! I’ve been more than courteous.
But, all she has is eyes for Leif. She talks to him more than she does to me. I can see appreciation in her eyes for him.
I don’t know, maybe being alone for so long, with the vegipigmies and their “forest” of moss and fungus, has rattled her brain. Saventh-Yi is a strange place. She has a bit of an accent that I can’t seem to place which is making me wonder.
This has got to be a trap, one that I will not fall for again. Several days before we arrived at Tazion, Pol, Dadak and I came across several women bathing in the river; one of them turned out to be a succubus! Maybe this woman is Zakayya, once again, but in disguise. I’m not going to fall for her whiles this time. I’m not going drink a thing she offers me like I did before! The only reason she’s paying so much attention to Leif is because she’s already sized Dadak and me up from our last encounter. She knows, from that last encounter, that she must be wary of Dadak, he held her off alone until Pol and I gained our wits again after drinking that foul brew she served us.
I need to get a signal to Dadak that our “new” hostess will not discover. Maybe Kylia could smell her and let Dadak know if this is indeed Zakayya. What will we do?
—From the log of Kreshton Rel’Astra