King's Mulligan [Interactive Project]

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You take the moment to check in on Ibarra.

Tiles: You're shaking.

Ibarra: Cannot be helped, didn't mean to be here to begin with..

Ibarra: We got in a bit of a dispute over the menu.

Ibarra: Somehow accidentally shoved her out of control in the middle of it.

Ibarra: I don’t really know how to engage in a situation like this.

Ibarra: This is really  it isn’t it?  Now that I’ve stepped through those doors I’m a fugitive.

Ibarra: I’m admittedly terrified. I fear being exiled by both side of the war, losing everything i’ve tried to preserve this whole time..

Ibarra: Would I even be welcome? Creme may blend but I feel people here will know my choice was reluctant…

Courier: Do you hold any love for the crown?

Ibarra: None, but-

Courier: Then you’ll figure it out. You’d be surprised how many folks here are in similar positions to you.

Ibarra: I suppose….

Ibarra: Still, I don’t imagine myself to be one very liked amongst this crowd.

Ibarra: Our knight here has made such very clear I think…

Ibarra: I'd give you Creme back but she can't seem to figure out what happened exactly either.

Ibarra: I think it would’ve been easier to just let me spend the rest of time stuck in a mirror…