Chapter 16
by 
Yelawolf
Do you want to betray the Grove for a piece of Drow tail
You talk with your party before making this decision
You gather the group in a secluded corner of the camp, far enough from prying ears but still under the watchful eyes of the Absolute’s followers. The tension is palpable as you recount your encounter with Minthara and the visions she **** into your mind.
“She wants us to attack the Grove,” you say, your voice low. “To prove our loyalty to the Absolute.”
The reactions are immediate and visceral. Karlach’s fiery eyes blaze with anger, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles crack. “Are you bloody serious? After everything we’ve been through, you’re actually considerin’ this? Those people in the Grove—they’re just tryin’ to survive! And you want to burn it all down for what? A pat on the head from some drow bitch?” She steps closer, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “If you even think about turnin’ on them, you’ll have to go through me first.”
You hold up your hands, trying to calm her. “I’m not saying we’re doing it. I’m just telling you what she said.”
Karlach glares at you, her tone sharp. “Then tell her to shove it. We’re better than this.”
Shadowheart leans against a nearby rock, her expression unreadable. “The Grove is full of fools who cling to their gods and their morals. If the Absolute offers us power, why not take it? Survival is what matters, not sentimentality.”
Karlach whirls on her, her voice rising. “Survival? Is that what you call it? Sellin’ your soul to some bloody cult?”
Shadowheart shrugs, her tone cool. “I’m just saying we should consider all our options. The Absolute is clearly a **** to be reckoned with. Aligning with them might be our best chance at removing these parasites.”
Lae’zel snorts, her golden eyes narrowing. “Weakness. Both of you." Lae’zel steps forward, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. “This is an insult. The githyanki do not bow to parasites or their puppets. If you are so easily swayed by pretty words and empty promises, then you are no better than the istik you claim to despise.” Her gaze locks onto yours, her voice sharp. “But if you choose this path, I will follow. Not because I agree, but because I will not let you falter alone. Someone must ensure you do not disgrace yourself completely.”
Karlach throws up her hands in frustration. “Unbelievable! You’re all mad!”
The group falls silent, the weight of the decision pressing down on all of you. You look at each of them, their reactions a stark reminder of the stakes.