Mr. Lotwyver nods, an understanding look on his face. "Straight to the point, eh? Perfectly reasonable, given your position. You're confused, unsure of what is going on, maybe even afraid - and here you are, talking to a man who might be able to shed some light into this matter." Turning his velvet chair around, he stands up and walks over to the window behind him, which covers the whole wall and provides a magnificent view of the city, still poorly lit by the sun that is only beginning to rise.
"The creature you did battle with, that armor...being like it bear many names. Ghasts, Spirits, Killer Dreams...all of those name suit them, but at heart, what they are is Summons, brought to this world by a human with a special talent for reaching out to the supernatural, in one way or another." Mr. Lotwyver glances back at you. "That particular summon was a Dullahan, the soul of a soldier who died on a battlefield while burdened by regrets, encased into a piece of war equipment. They are vicious creatures, as they borrow the skills the soul possessed during life and amplify them many times. Several Dullahans have been responsible for the butchering of whole towns and villages over the years." You can see that his face looks grim on the window's reflection as he explains this all to you.
"As for who sent it at you...ah, that is the million dollar question. Given what you told me, it appears that you had not yet awoken to your special powers when you were buffeted by that wind, or attacked by the Dullahan. Unless you were lying to me..." Mr. Lotwyver's tone makes it clear that he does not believe such a thing to be possible. "...That was an unprovoked attack. In other words, the magician who targeted you wanted to kill you for who you are, not for your powers, unless..." He pauses for a moment then continues. "...Well, I've got a few ideas about other motives. In any case, whatever the Summoner's motives might have been, you are part of a very select group now, my friend. The number of people capable of reaching out to the supernatural is vanishingly small. Out of the billions who inhabit this planet, the combined total of Pages and Knights couldn't possibly exceed a hundred thousand, and the Pages far outnumber the Knights and are unlikely to awaken to their powers. Now, where was I...oh, yes. That."
Mr. Lotwyver turns around and walks past the desk, until he's standing next to you. "A Knight is like a beacon that is constantly active, broadcasting a signal of supernatural power to all other practitioners...and things...in the area. You're in mortal danger now, my friend, as whoever wanted you dead is unlikely to forget about you so easily just because you've dispatched its Summon. Out of curiosity, do you have a job at the moment?" Befuddled by the random question, you shake your head. "Good. In that case, would you be interested in joining me here at HT&L Inc.? I'm in charge of an agency that deals with supernatural matters, both monsters and practitioners such as you. We deal with threats, secure latent practitioners to train and nurture into responsible people, and occasionally, engage in some pro bono work on the side, just to keep our conscience clean and keep the normal world turning. The pay is good, and while the risks are tremendous to say the least, they will be no matter what you choose to do with your life from now on. You've dived into a very murky pool, my friend, and its fishes have been disturbed. They will not leave you alone if you choose not to move, but will instead devour you bit by bit."
12) "So, my young friend, what say you?"
A) Accept Mr. Lotwyver's offer.
B) Decline the offer.
C) Other.
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