[h3]Narkissa Langdon[/h3] [@Rune_Alchemist] [@Crusader Lord] [b]“…Oh.”[/b] So, it’s the Illuminator, again. In a different guise, was it? Then why was he being vague, as if he hasn’t just met her the other day in the now disappeared temple? She decided to voice as much. [b]“I feel like we’ve already met.”[/b] She then froze, eyes widening slightly as he dropped the bomb that he might have known all of her –and everybody else’s—knowledge ever since arriving. Aside from an ever-eroding sense of self-agency, it was very disconcerting to know that her brain could be read… however it was done. Her eyes narrowed again as Narkissa realized she needed to think fast. Especially when she started hearing yelling and a grand commotion nearby. [b]“If you picked my brain,”[/b] she began carefully, [b]“Then you should know of at least a dozen ‘powers’ to do such a thing, and the techniques for half of that.”[/b] Narkissa didn’t know how to make a nuclear warhead, but if she knew of it, then the gods here would know of it—and wasn’t that the most terrifying thing she thought of since hearing of the whole village fiasco? But considering he was asking for information, it could very well be a bluff… Frankly though, she didn’t give a damn about the designs for a gun a god made. She could make one herself. It was just making the design into a real thing that was the hard part. She wasn’t a metallurgist. But… [b]“Supplying the power is easy. Creating designs is easy, I can do it myself-- It’s a bad deal for me. I’ll consider it if you give me the means to make such designs myself… now what giant do you want to kill...?”[/b] If he agreed, she supposed she could reveal the formula for gunpowder. It was a very bad implication, but… she herself had been winging it up til now, and had been very lucky. Being able to make something with actual power was very, very tempting. She peeked anxiously in the direction of the noises, and then back at the god, and then back towards Lazhira’s house. Leannah, where the hell are you? She really didn’t have the leisure to negotiate for much longer if something in the village was throwing down.