The truth, kinda

"Well...umm...I'm an adventurer...yeah" you answer.

They clearly aren't convinced, and quite honestly neither would you be.

"Well, maybe you are an...adventurer, why are you here?" Jaina asks, stepping forward.

"I was looking for...umm...for work." You say. "And I umm..."

"Liar." Jaina snaps. "You are practically covered in arcane energies, I can feel your power, and I can almost smell corruption on you. For the last time. Why. Are. You. Here."

You sigh and think for a moment, while you think you started hearing whispers, you don't know at first what they say or whom is uttering them but you can hear that it's your voice, yet distorted as you begin to make out the words.

'Dont trust them.' You hear. 'They want you dead.'

You realise quickly that it's not just a figment of your imagination and, without really realising it you start to banish the voice from your mind with a visible flash of bright light in the room.

They both look at you, shocked, as you turn to the guard and ask them. "Would you kindly leave this room?"

The guard hurriedly leaves the room, leaving you, Calia and Jaina alone.