Round 47 Transcript

Jeane turns her full attention to Hera and Silra, spreading her wings slightly for emphasis but keeping them mostly folded against her back. Ladies, please—there is no cause for alarm. Abby has not transformed into anything monstrous. What you see is... She pauses, choosing her words carefully. ...a natural expression of her true self. She is as safe as any of us. Jeane's eyes flicker to Hera's protective stance between herself and Abby, then back to Silra's hand resting on the hilt of her dagger. You both have my solemn word that no harm will come to you or anyone in this room. I would never bring danger into our shared space. She takes a small step closer, her movements fluid and unthreatening despite the inhuman grace of them. Won't you join us? There is so much enlightenment to be gained here tonight.

Silra eyed Jeane's partially-spread wings with the kind of suspicion usually reserved for unsecured chests in goblin dens. "Natural?" she repeated, blade still resting casually but meaningfully at her side. "Those look suspiciously like what dragged us into this mess in the first place." Her gaze shifted to Abby, now cowering despite her demonic allure—a sight that would have had Hera swooning if not for current events. "Abby's changed state is... intriguing," Silra allowed, voice dry. "But I'm more concerned about what else might be lurking in this suite with appetites we haven't priced yet." She glanced at Jeane, tone sharp. "And you suddenly developing wings? That's not suspicious at all."

Her free hand gestured to the luxurious but contained room. "We're trapped in a gilded cage now, and I don't trust cages, especially when the keeper starts growing feathers mid-party."