Mayor: So, now both Azrael and I know about your little scheme. Be careful with who else you share it with. I will share it to the world if I'm starting to feel that keeping silent could threaten my position as a Mayor. Ahriman: Technically it's not 𝘮𝘺 scheme... But please keep silent.

Mayor: Did you just try to woo a Reaper? Ahriman: It worked before. I didn't want to go that route this time though, his hands are a bit cold and it's uncanny to woohoo with someone who doesn't have a face. But I must say that I liked his long nails. Mayor: I did not need any of that information.

Ahriman: Okay, I give up. Azrael: Goodbye.

Ahriman: Back to the point. I need help to find the recipe for Ambrosia. I don't know if you'll believe me, but I have no intention to use it. Azrael: You used my Death Note, which you 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦 from me. Ahriman: Njf but- Azrael: There's no use, I don't have the recipe and I don't remember it.

Ahriman: Sorry about that. Of course I wouldn't overstep any boundaries, I was just curious to see if you're still easily wooed. Azrael: Right. Boundaries. Of course I have boundaries.

Ahriman: Would the answer be different if... Azrael: *Tries to not fall for it*... *Falls for it*

Azrael: Is this another one of your tricks? Ahriman: Of course not. Azrael: You're not very convincing. Ahriman: I need help to find the recipe for Ambrosia. Azrael: Sorry. Can't help you with that. I'll take my leave.

Ahriman: Well, if it isn't my friend Grim. Azrael: If we were friends you wouldn't have called me Grim. More importantly, why do you have a Grimophone and why have you summoned me? Ahriman: I need your help.

Azrael: Of all the places I could've been called to... Oh well.

Azrael: Grey, I got a call. Could you stay here while I'm away? Grey: Sure. I want Cassandra to show me some cool magic. Azrael: Be careful. I'll make sure that someone crafts you an amulet later.

Azrael: Grey. Cassandra: Hello, Archangel Azrael. Azrael: Someone did their homework, but you can call me just Azrael. Cassandra: How about Psychopomp Azrael instead? Or Santa Muerte? Or Dödsängeln? Azrael: Cassandra, titles are growing out of fashion, call me Azrael.

Cassandra: Are you a spellcaster? Grey: No. Cassandra: But you're occult? Grey: Yes, Grimborn. Cassandra: So... A skeleton? Grey: I don't think so. I kinda have skin and organs. Dad has skin too, but I'm not sure about organs.

Cassandra: Yeah, but you still don't look very gray. Pyritie: Cassandra, may I remind you that you named me, a purple dragon, after pyrite, a yellow metal. Cassandra: But you were supposed to be a golden dragon. Pyritie: Supposed to!? 😤

Cassandra: Hi! I'm Cassandra. Grey: Hi, I'm Grey. Cassandra: You don't look very gray. Grey: No, silly, it's my name.

Pyritie: Who's that? Cassandra: Dunno, let's find out.

Chapter 23: How to Trick a Reaper Ahriman: Now, let's see if this thing works.

Ahriman: So, here's my proposal: You help me find my way out, and I won't tell anyone, living or dead, about these little secrets that I 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 stumbled upon while I was trying to find my way out. Kat: I don't think we have a choice. Miss: Ugh. I hate spellcasters. They're too smart.

Ahriman: The problem is that I got lost down here. Can you believe it? I can't Transportalate, maybe because this is hallowed vampire ground, I don't know. And you must understand how difficult it can be to find your way when you're so used to Transportalating? Right?

Ahriman: Oh, I just noticed. Your ey- Kat: No, please don't say anything. Ahriman: You knew all along that I- Kat: Please, just leave.

Ahriman: Especially you, Crow, you definitely wouldn't want this to turn into something political, would you? Just imagine if people figured out that you- Markus: Don't finish that sentence. I get your point.

Miss: Watch your tongue or you'll become my dinner. Ahriman: Hey, hey, I'm a spellcaster. You can't kill me with a bite and of course I'd tell people that a vampire bit me against my will. You don't want to turn this into something political, do you?

Ahriman: Sorry, but I don't think you answered my question. Which name was it? Miss: Obviously not Smith, that's a sim name. Markus: Oooh, I get it. Be careful, he's trying to trick us somehow. Ahriman: So, Miss Maryb-, sorry, just Miss Hell, I presume...

Ahriman: Oh, if it isn't Miss Smith... I'm sorry, Miss Hell, was it? Miss: And who are you? Kat: You don't recognise them? Miss: What is there to recognise? Kat: The intonation of their voice, their manners. Miss: I don't care about recognising people.

Ahriman: It's showtime. Get into the void.

Ahriman: Let's see what else I can find out about them.

Ahriman: "Dear Miss Marybell Smith, I hereby-"... Marybell Smith? Is that her real name? This piece of paper looks too new to have been written before the last time I met her. So, if someone addresses her like this...

Ahriman: Well now, who does this one belong to? These inscriptions are a bit confusing. Oh, what do we have here? A letter? Testament?

Ahriman: Did you hear that too? Orion: Just take the Grimophone and get out. Ahriman: Take the Grimophone, yes. Get out, no. It's too late. If I Transportalate now they'll notice and cause trouble later. It's better to play dumb. But first, I need to see if I can find something to expose.

Ahriman: Jackpot.

Orion: Maybe they've hidden it in plain sight? Ahriman: I'm starting to think so too. That would be unusually smart for a vampire though, things hidden in plain sight are easy to miss.

Miss: They're definitely still here. Markus: I think so too. Kat: As if you and I never trespass. Miss: How can you be so calm about this? Kat: I'm starting to think that you've stolen something valuable recently, and hid it in the crypt. We'll just take the intruder by surprise, no big deal.

Ahriman: Let's look in here instead. Hm. I guess this is what you'd call "ugly cute".

Miss: I smell life. Markus: Me too. Kat: You don't think it's these tulips? Or maybe the person who left the tulips was a living relative to whoever this grave belongs to. Miss: No. It smells like they're still here.

Ahriman: If I were a vampire, where would I hide stolen rarities? Hm. That statue looks like it might be important to them. I wonder if... No they're not smart enough to hide it inside something like a hollow statue or pedestal.

Chapter 22: How to Trick a Vampire Orion: Are you really sure this is safe? Ahriman: Hopefully no one here will recognise me like this, if we happen to run into someone, but if they do, I still have an upper hand.

Keisha: How come you wanted to take this route? Morgyn: There's a Herbalist living north of the mountain chain, but there's a passage in north-west. Keisha: North of the mountains? That will take us an extra day or two, just so you know. Morgyn: Good thing we're not climbing the mountains then.

Morgyn: Wait, I want to take a detour, let's go north-west here. Keisha: You want us to turn around? Morgyn: Only 121 degrees. Keisha: Very well then.

Keisha: So Morgyn has started to study herbalism, and how's studying going for you? Joanna: I've read the whole Tome of Scruberoo, so now it's time for hands-on training. And I'll start to study the Tome of Delicioso next.

Morgyn: That looks like an interesting herb. I want to take some with me. Keisha: Do you know what it is? Morgyn: No, do you? Keisha: No, but it could be poisonous. Morgyn: I'm not gonna eat it, I just want to take some with me. I recently started to study herbalism.

Keisha: Joanna, in which cardinal direction are we walking right now? Joanna: South. Keisha: Could you be more exact? Joanna: Southwest. South-south-west? Keisha: Could I have less guessing and more thinking? Joanna: Okay. Southwest. Morgyn: South-south-west.

Joanna: I heard from Keisha that you've been thinking about becoming a spellcaster yourself. Lacey: I have, but I've come to the conclusion that it's probably not the right path for me. But who knows? Maybe I'll change my mind one day.

Lacey: We're all a bit hypocritical. I don't think it's right to kill, but here I am, eating meat for lunch, and I can't defend it with biodiversity. Speaking of which, I'm sure that a spellcaster forest ranger would solve overpopulation of a species in a different, and likely better, way than me.

Joanna: Earlier today, Keisha said that there are other ways to understand nature than being able to communicate with non-simoid creatures. I guess I fell into the trap of thinking of spellcasters as smarter than sims. Which is hypocritical of me. I was born a sim.

Lacey (thinking): If they know how to set things on fire they sure must also know how to put out the fire... Right? They're a Sage's Apprentice, they sure must know what they're doing...... I hope they don't set the forest on fire.

Joanna: But this is a nature reserve. Lacey: There are different types of nature reserves. In this one biological diversity is important, so if one species is about to take over, we have to do something about it to not risk any other species going extinct. Joanna: I see. I guess that makes sense.