Episode 3 Finale Sneak Peek #8-5

SPOILER WARNING

The following preview is of the Episode 3 finale. If you have not played the alpha build up to the very end of its current content, or if you would like to avoid major spoilers for how things play out, you may want to skip this post. As the finale is very dependent on companion and approval levels, prior actions, and player choice, the following is only a sample of what may occur on some routes.

The following dialogue occurs on a favourable Solarath path.

“I’m listening,” you say. 

Aeran stirs beside you, jaw clenched, body tense, eyes trained on the ground. He looks as though he could snap the staff clean in half from the way he’s holding it. 

“Your blundering here was too much for even the greatest illusionist to shield. Whoever Lethalis has employed to keep your activities contained has put forth a commendable effort, but it is all for naught with the city on high alert. All eyes are on Diradan. The Red Guard, the Arcanists’ Lodge, the Meissandium, anyone who has a stake in Velantis’ future are watching and will not be afraid to interfere. And should events play out where you are forced to contend with them, you will find them hostile to negotiation. Some may even determine your actions here today treason of the highest order, even though you act on the behalf of an Arathian citizen. Your punishment would go far beyond an unpleasant stay in the Themistrya.” 

Of course it would come to that. “Well, they’re not here now, are they?” 

“Precisely.” He smiles. “Which is why it would benefit us both to reach a solution sooner rather than later. Time is slipping away and Nashira waits for no one. Consider your circumstances: you are a stranger to this city, ignorant of its inner workings. How many, do you think, would be willing to kill you just to be rid of you? A Wayfarer without their order is little more than a specialized mercenary, and mercenaries are a means to an end. Unimportant next to those whose fervent beliefs and even more fervent choices would shape the world. Were this a story recounted upon the stage, you would be little more than an unnamed character within the chorus, disposed of quickly and forgotten.” 

A muscle twitches in your jaw. “Say what you want to, Quirinus.” 

“I believe you are more than a means to an end. You are an open-minded individual—more open than most—and though we may be at odds now, it need not remain that way. These circumstances are why I must implore you to come to a peaceful solution. Let no blood be split between us, for if we make enemies of each other, neither of us will be better for it.”