You ask for a piece of jewelry that affects your charisma. She then conjures up a scroll into hands of your Treasurer, who shares it with the Advisor.
"With what we have in the Treasury right now, we can safely afford the Sorceress' services and still have enough to cover our yearly expenses if we assume even the lowest of profits for next half of the year." You nod at your courtiers - you will get the artifact done.
The Sorceress asks for one bar of silver, one piece of crystal rock, and one rod made of iron. A peculiar set of requests, but your servants quickly procure them from the treasury, royal storerooms and elsewhere within few hours.
The nude silvermen grab the rod and effortlessly bend it into a small circle, wide but thin, hammering onto it with their fists.
The centipede devours the crystal, munching on it, before spitting it out. It's rough shape has been replaced with a green stone of eighty eight sides, with shine and clarity unmatched by any other crystal you ever saw.
The goblins tear apart the silver bar into numerous pieces, either size of a nail or a knucklebone.
Yornantei then gathers all those 'pieces' into her left palm, and she asks for a hammer which she takes with her right hand. She swings it, looking at the pieces. She swings it three times, always slowing down and stopping before hitting her palm. People murmur as the swinging continues for a while.
Then you notice that the wind has picked up and a breeze, seemingly out of nowhere, begun to wash across the throne room with chill and even frost!
Suddenly, the Sorceress shouts something in unknown language and strikes her palm and the ingredients with the hammer. A sickeningly green light blinds you and causes your to scream. A blast of hurricane wind topples you and the throne as you hear your noblemen and servants tumble and trip over each other.
But then it is all over; the wind is gone, and so is the light. Guards help you up as you stare at Yornantei's hand; a dark bracelet is wobbling in the air above it, glowing with the green light from the gemstone adorning it, and you see the silver pieces, made into perfect squares and orbs, vibrate visibly.
Soon however even all this subsides, and the bracelet, still and calm, falls down onto Worldserpent's palm. Slowly, she makes her way to you and, with a smirk on her face, takes your hand - you can feel some unholy energy go up your skin, as if thousands needles were pricking you - and places the metal bracelet on your wrist. The bracelet feels both uncomfortably hot and very heavy.
But once the Sorceress lets go, you no longer feel any discomfort - instead, the bracelet feels as if tailor-made. It is resting on your wrist snugly and weighs very little.
"There you go, your trinket." You look up at the iron bracelet. It is of highest craftssorceressship. It is adorned with green beryl and decorated with silver.
"What's it name?" You inquire. Yornantei laughs.
"Bracelet of Charisma." She brushes her blue hair and looks at you condescendingly. "I expect to be paid for services rendered, oh Empress."
You decide to...
A) Ask the guards to get rid of the Sorceress.
B) Let the Sorceress take the money she requested.
C) Negotiate for a lower price.
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