Part 488: Stahl B

Hey, Tharja. You have a moment? I was wondering about that hair-custom thing. See, because I've been asking around, and no one else has ever heard of it.

You mean that nonsense about friends exchanging bits of hair?

Er, nonsense?

Hee! I'm a dark mage. You know what people like me do with locks of hair, right?

Hey, wait a second... Y-you're not gonna put a hex on me?

Oh, don't look so put out about it. It's really a tiny little thing. It just forces you to speak the truth to me... Or else die in a horribly painful manner.

What?! But that's so... mean.

Now, speak! Why are you so kind to me? Answer with truth, or else!

*Gulp* I was... I mean, I was just kind of... um... concerned.

You thought I might be a Plegian spy? Yes, I figured as much. But you should know I never liked that dastard Gangrel. What kind of king would sacrifice his realm to suit his own twisted goals? It's a travesty he ever took the throne.

No, that's no what-

I have been loyal to Chrom from the very beginning. Not that I imagine any of you sad sacks will believe me.

That's not what I meant when I said I was concerned, Tharja?

Oh, this should be interesting. So what exactly did you mean?

Look, you always seem to be sitting off on your own without any friends. I thought you might be lonely. That's all.

If I wanted friends, I would conjure them forth from the black abyss!

Rrr... right. Got it. I'll just be... walking... over here now.

Oh, stop. You don't have to go. I'm just surprise that you are what you claim to be. That's all.