The white sheep of the family
Loren shook his head. "That's not how it will start, though it's how it might end." Hesitating, he glanced towards the door, then leaned forward.
Dropping his voice to a whisper, he made sure no one could possibly eavesdrop on the conversation. "It'll start small. Perhaps some information about the Hollowed Ground, or a task that seems innocuous, looking something up or retrieving something. Then she will likely give you more and more to do, until you've escalated to things you'd rather not be doing. And if you don't she'll hurt those you're close to in order to force you to do it." It came out perhaps a little too frankly and without enough anger, but he'd seen it and heard it enough to know how she operated.
Dropping his voice to a whisper, he made sure no one could possibly eavesdrop on the conversation. "It'll start small. Perhaps some information about the Hollowed Ground, or a task that seems innocuous, looking something up or retrieving something. Then she will likely give you more and more to do, until you've escalated to things you'd rather not be doing. And if you don't she'll hurt those you're close to in order to force you to do it." It came out perhaps a little too frankly and without enough anger, but he'd seen it and heard it enough to know how she operated.
Will blood tell
