Your First Taste of Control

"B-by Mordai's eyes, another one. Come to rip me open too?" The teifling says, trembling. "Where I'm from, a formal greeting starts with a bow." Lae'zel commands. "Is this m-monster with you?" He says, turning to you.

You've been called that before. When they threw you out into the streets, hoping you would die. "You heard her. Bow." The anger seeps into your voice. He slowly bends at the waist. "Lower" Laz'eal says. He looks at you once again, sees the fury on your face, and gets on his knees.

Lae'zel continues to interrogate him about where he saw others of her kind. But you ignore that, and soak in the man cowering at your feet. At how good it feels.

Lae'zel tells you that her people have a way to purify you of the parasite, and that you must fund them as soon a possible.