Needless to say, it is not what I expected.
Lyron is nice. It's kind of disconcerting, knowing that this person who serves multiple eldritch abominations is nice. And she's not like, nice-to-meet-you-now-leave-nice. She has a genuine niceness. A sister-niceness.
Which doesn't mean I won't burn her house down if I have to. As soon as she set us up in her spare rooms, I set up several contingencies in case we needed to leave in a hurry.
I also don't have any qualms about spending her money. Money is money, doesn't matter where it came from. Hell, a majority of the money in the US has cocaine on it. True story.
I just wish Kenny would ask her for information already. I don't think the Choir will mess up his information - but it may mess up any questions I ask, so I've been trying to avoid talking. Believe me, I've had to hold in a million questions and if Kenny doesn't start asking soon, I may toss my apprehensions about the Choir aside and ask myself.
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