[PFS] GM ShieldBug's The Year of the Sky Key

Game Master ShieldBug

Forrest looks at the rope ladder with hesitation. "If they did not remove their ladder, either they are dead or they made off with fantastic loot. I doubt it is the latter." He continues after Arin has produced some light.

Seeing the bodies, he nods. "Yepp. Dead. And they left us some Magic Weapon oils. That was kind of them. Surprising, since they were probably killed by some ghost children. No offense, Grishan." He looks at J, his face showing very little remorse. This place is getting to me. Who knew being a Pathfinder would find us battling so many invisible and incorporeal enemies? "Can anyone tell how they died?"

He elbows Rook, forgetting about the orc's scary brain for a moment. "10 Silver Pieces says it was the principal. Ooh.. ghost principal." The halfling shivers melodramatically.

Arin goes down the rope ladder earlier in the group progression and promptly applies a divine light to himself. Cast light on self

When they arrive at the bodies he inspects them briefly.

heal, determine cause of death: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

"No J, we do not know these individuals, but it looks like they died a couple of months ago. Two of them don't even have any injuries, so perhaps they got trapped and starved?"

All the while his face keeps it's plain, stoic look to match his even demeanor.

Yaiho climbs down the ladder and looks at the dead bodies. "The thieves that stole from shed above. At least they leave supplies for us."

Brock stays quiet and watchful as the group moves deeper into the structure.

Observing the dead bodies he concurs with Yahio, "Looks like our thieves. Glad they were kind enough to not die in a hole or something. We can use the gear for sure."

Looking over at Danicka's protrate body, he sighs dramatically and grumps, "Again!?"

Digging out his waterskin, he readies to spray her awake with warmish water.

Danicka gasps and sputters when Brock sprays her, jolting awake. She looks around in confusion, then pales again and clamps a hand over her mouth.

Oh, don't faint... Don't faint... You're fine! You'll be fine...

Her bony hand quivers. But slowly the flush returns to her cheeks. Eventually she's bright red and clearly mortified at having fainted.

"Sorry..." she mutters quietly.

She pulls herself to her feet, and manages to examine the bodies.

Oh! That smell! Oh, my... Don't vomit... Don't vomit...

Seeing that Arin's got it long since handled, she nods at him gratefully.

J. starts when Danicka flops to the floor, but is a little confused by how nonchalant everyone is about it, and while Brock wakes the wizard up, J. quietly asks Yaiho. "Does that happen a lot, then?"

Meanwhile, as Forrest is talking about ghostly principles, he feels an icy cold touch on his shoulder. "You're it!" A child's voice whispers in his ear, but no one else seems to have noticed it.

J. shakes her head when Arin puts forth his theory. "They didn't starve." She says knowingly as she walks by, "I know what that looks like... We should move on, it's close now!" She leads you into a wide chamber just beyond the hallway where the thieves met their end. "I think it's very-" J. stops as soon as she enters the room, her eyes wide as she looks at the young blonde girl seated in the centre of the room. The ghostly child rises and turns to look directly at J. "I've been waiting for you a long time, Junia. Waiting for you to come back." All of J's new found confidence drains away with the colour in her cheeks. "Cassiel..." She mutters as the spirit continues to speak. "Why did you leave me? Won't you come back to me? Then we can all be friends again." J. stares at the spectral girl, shivering slightly. "Cassiel, Cassiel, I'm so sorry... please forgive me..." Her voice is soft and anguished, as she stands rooted in the doorway.

Grishan stands beside her, looking at the other spirit with a sad expression. "We died together, here in the necropolis. We were all trapped with nothing to eat or drink..." He explains while J. keeps muttering apologies over and over again. "I didn't know about the ring... I'm so sorry..."

Feel free to place yourselves on the Map within the dotted area, and let me know who is carrying what from the loot.

"Don't make contact, J." Danicka instructs, trying to be brave.

Danicka readies an action to cast disrupt undead on the ghost if she takes violent action against J.

Just taking my kids to soccer, so I won't have a chance to go through the items right now, or move my mini.

Yaiho whispers down to J, "At least once per adventure. But not when Danicka is needed. Yaiho thinks Danicka likes attention."

As the enter the room with the specter, Yaiho looks at her. "Pretty. Too bad dead." He moves further into the room and keeps a close eye on the ghost for any hostile acts.

Yaiho didn't take any of the loot. The Oil of Magic Weapon would only give him a +1 Damage, so it might be more useful if used by someone else.

I would say me Yaiho and Forrest take the oils. I'd prefer Yaiho had it in case whatever we fight requires magic weapons to hurt and I want Yaiho doing maximum hurt, maybe smear a little on your tusks too :)

Brock watches the girl converse with the ghost, idly fingering the oil can he had picked up from the dead bodies, wondering if this ghost was planning on attacking, or if there was just going to be some long, drawn out tear filled and BORING heart to heart with the ghost.

Why coudln't we have just stumbled into a hidden, underground gambling den and whorehouse instead? Much more fun for sure.

Yaiho will take one of the oils then.

Arin glides forward so that he's standing just ahead of J, interfering with her line of site to Cassiel.

Calmly, looking back at her and attempting to meet her gaze from his level, "J, this isn't the friend you grew up with and went to classes with. This is a remnant of that person, left with the negative feelings of her demise, and she's going to target you with them. Accepting negativity from haunts is likely not what you came her to accomplish."

I don't want to take the scroll just get a good look at it so I can copy down the formula! Hah. I would also like the now filled Ghost Flasks to toss as needed.

Rook nods to Danicka and thanks her for the care.

"Looks like I owe you a wand. Gotta pay those debts!" he says with a smile and promising nod.

He then moves alone with J. and the others into the hole. When they come upon the bodies he kneels down and checks their belongings seeing the multitude of obviously stolen supplies. He takes notes on the scroll and then gets up.

"These fools always steal supplies then get themselves killed. They can get killed just fine without them. Oh...didn't the instructions say those haunt siphons are now primed to blow? Mind if I hold on to them?" Rook asks of the others.

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Rook seeing yet another ghost is on edge and makes sure his bombs are ready to go.

Before leaving the bodies, Forrest takes the third oil from the ground. "If we run into any scary ghosts, this should help our blades."

Of course. A scary ghost. But, a kiddo ghost. Less scary than a Principal ghost, I suppose. Forrest walks forward, next to Yaiho. He takes the ghost in, unhappy. She's so small. It's not her fault she's stuck here. Maybe we can talk this out. One more step forward and he speaks. "Cassiel, we are very sorry about what happened to you. Something keeps you in this place? What is it?" He seems genuinely curious, hoping to avoid fighting a little girl.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

His words are true, but it doesn't keep him from pulling out his new Magic Weapon oil. Just in case.

Ouch! Good thing Danicka can't hear Yaiho. You'd all be able to see her poor little heart break! Haha. Besides, she's fainted twice during six adventures, thank you very much...

Danicka happily gives Rook the haunt siphon.

No one took any cure potions, and Arin didn't take any wands? I'll hang onto them for the group then.

oh, right, loot. I’ve been neglecting that. Arin can take prot from evil and lesser restoration, since that should be part of his role.

"I'm here because of JUNIA!" The innocent-looking spirit spits at Forrest, the edge of her form taking a slightly jagged appearance for a brief moment. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." J. mutters over and over, still standing behind Arin and Danicka, seemingly unaware of their presence. "Then she left us! She LEFT us, and she took FATHER with her!" The spirit continues, before looking at J. once more. "WHY did you leave me, Junia? Stay with me, we can be friends again if you just STAY WITH ME!!!" Every time Cassiel shouts, her bright blond hair darkens a little, the ends taking on a smokier appearance.

The tiny echoes of other children can be heard in the walls, repeating the same few words over and over. "stay with us, Junia... it's your fault, Junia..."

Forrest's calm voice has given Cassiel pause, but you can tell she's on the edge of pure rage. Grishan floats forward to place a comforting arm around J. "We all wanted to skip class that day, just as much as Junia!" He protests.

That diplomacy roll has earned you a chance to talk the spirit down, or at least another round of actions. The dotted line has been expanded if you want to venture closer. ;)

Phew, no pressure. Here goes nothing.

Forrest takes another step forward, hands outstretched. "Father... tell me more about that. Who is Father? Maybe we can return him to you. " He smiles, trying to defuse the situation. "We want to help. "

"My father used to talk to us... keep us all company when no one else would," Cassiel replies, glancing at Forrest, but quickly turning back to J. "but that all changed when Junia LEFT US!" Her hair flairs again, smokey tips spreading in an ghostly wind. "Strange people came after SHE LEFT, and DRAGGED daddy away... They said he was mad, buy he wasn't and IT'S ALL HER FAULT! We're here because of her, and we're alone because of her." She looks at Forrest again, her face taking on a slightly more skeletal appearance. "If you want to help, just leave Junia here with us. We'll be friends again, we'll play together, just like before. All will be forgiven, she'll never leave again and we'll be friends forever."

Danicka shakes her head sadly. "I'm s-s-sorry, Cassiel, but we can't leave Junia here. And you n-n-needn't stay, either. Let us help you find a way to move on, and leave this place behind..."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

"Move on?" Casiel's face softens again. "Why should I move on when Junia gets to live? It's NOT fair! I'm too young to die."

She's softening, who wants to drive it home? :)

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"You are young...or at least you were when you became this so let's work out a proper deal. We can't leave J. that isn't a deal that is favorable to all parties. Junia has to live her life and you have to move on so you can be free of this torment. Rather than her stay here how about she promises to visit and file for this place to be cleaned up? That way you know you will not be forgotten."

Rook steps up speaking in business terms and explaining the situation to the ghost.

Diplomacy (Aid Other): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4

Yaiho snorts. "Father. How you see Father if you stuck here."

[dice=Diplomacy (Aid Other)]1d20-2

Yaiho snorts. "Father. How you see Father if you stuck here."

All bow down to the king of diplomacy! Lolol

hehe... I know, right.

Brock watches the ghosts before adding his attempt to calm the ghosts.

"Junia didn't leave you, she didn't know. You need to let the past lie and move to the next stage, it will be much better than this, I can assure you."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Where is a cleric of Pharasma when you need one, how has this not been resolved before now

He thinks as he fingers his pick.

The spirit of Cassiel calms even further, and once again looks like a translucent young blonde girl. "If I move on... I'll... I'll be happier?" She asks Rook, "But I'm scared, what if don't like it on the other side?" She frowns, contemplating the offer and turns towards J. "You promise not to forget me?" J. swallows and manages a slight nod. Then, Cassiel turns towards Yaiho with a bemused expression, "He visited us, of course. My father said that he saved us, that we're still alive... but... but that's not true, is it?" She looks at Brock and nods. "Better? Maybe we should move on?" At this, several more children step out from the walls, leaving a thin, silvery mucus on the surface behind them. They're all wearing the same tattered school uniform as Grishan and look toward Cassiel for guidance. With a slight nod from the young girl, the other children start to fade from view. "Thank you for setting us free!" She says to the assembled Pathfinders, before finally looking to Junia and smiling. "Goodbye." Then Cassiel is gone.

Another combat averted! With your Will saves, I'm pretty sure that's a very good thing. ;)

Many breathes pass before anyone speaks. The first is J., and it's not what you expected. "That was amazing!" She smiles warmly at everyone, apparently feeling much better after your peaceful resolution of the situation. "You guys are amazing! This is what I want to do with my life, not to be some high society puffball like my mother wants, but to be a Pathfinder and follow in your footsteps. There must be soo many trapped spirits in this world, and I think Grishan and I can help them. It's the least we can do to honour your bravery and the release of my friend..." Grishan nods. "Plus we can learn more about our powers, about... What did you call J.?" He looks to Rook with a frown, "A Spiritualist?"

You search the room, but apart from the residual ectoplasm on the walls, it is devoid of anything of interest. "I'm ready to go home now." J. says, "I need to have a difficult conversation with my mother..."

Wow, I didn't expect that to work...

Forrest stares at the blank space where Cassiel was for a long time. Then, he snaps out of his reverie and jumps into the air. "Yes! " He spins 180, a huge smile on his face. "Nobody died! Well, they died, but that was before. " He looks at the ground for a moment, stammering. "I mean, we didn't get possessed or fight any little girls or spooky principals! " He looks at Brock with a sly smile. "And YOU helped! " Leaving that to fester, he pats J on the shoulder and walks her to the door. "Lets get you home, Lass. I'd hate for us to trigger any more scariness after our nice happy ending. "

The halfling does do a double take when he sees Grishan. Still here? Well, no rest for that guy, anyway. When he gets to the door, he pauses. "What do you guys think she meant? About her father? J, did that mean anything to you? "

Danicka shivers nervously, but as the spirits fade from view, Danicka slowly breaks out into a wide smile.

"We did it..." she breathes, clearly surprised. "We did it!"

"We're HEROES!"

Like, Forrest, Danicka jumps up and down happily. She gives Junia a big hug. Then gives Forrest a big hug. Then Brock and Yaiho, and even Rook.

She sees Needle, and gives out a terrified shriek, before hurrying back to Junia. She gives Grisham a big hug, only to realize he's a ...

Is he incorporeal or ectoplasmic right now?

...a dead guy.

"Eeek!" she suddenly shrieks before blushing brightly. "Sorry!"

But the mortification is short lived. Soon she's smiling again, very proud of her not-very-violent-at-all-today companions.

"Do you realize I never got covered in blood, gore or brain matter once today? This is... This is wonderful!"

She does a little dance in place with her broom.

"I'm so proud of everyone!"

She rushes around hugging everyone one more time, and thanking everyone for controlling their murderous impulses.

Yaiho watches the girl and the other ghost fade away and sighs. "Yaiho wanted to see if Yaiho could smash ghost. Oh well." He smiles at the others. "Yaiho hungry."

Brocks sarcastic smile is prominent on his face as Forrest accuses him of seeking nonviolent solutions to their myriad problems.

"Even I draw the line with fighting children, even vengeful ghostly children.", thinking he snaps his fingers, "Plus now we can get back to drinking more quickly, and don't have to deal with calming down a panicked Danicka when Yaiho showed her what the insides of ghosts look like. Just easier this way."

"Plus there was no benefit in blowing up ghosts. They don't carry gear from what I can tell..." Rook adds in to Brock drawn line. He then gives a short smile when he receives a hug from Danicka.

He then addresses Grishan on his query, "I will gladly share what I know of spiritualist. We had some back in the Hold...bloodthirsty Orc ghosts often refuse to pass on and attach to other warriors. If I can't find an answer for you the Pathfinder Lodge will."

Yaiho thinks hard and mentions, "Shaman of tribe. Old hag of an orc. She had spirit with here. Big wolf. Almost as big as Yaiho."

Arin breathes a sigh of relief when the ghost children calmly relent.

Many breathes pass before anyone speaks. The first is J., and it's not what you expected. "That was amazing!" She smiles warmly at everyone, apparently feeling much better after your peaceful resolution of the situation. "You guys are amazing! This is what I want to do with my life, not to be some high society puffball like my mother wants, but to be a Pathfinder and follow in your footsteps. There must be soo many trapped spirits in this world, and I think Grishan and I can help them. It's the least we can do to honour your bravery and the release of my friend..." Grishan nods. "Plus we can learn more about our powers, about... What did you call J.?" He looks to Rook with a frown, "A Spiritualist?"

As J expresses her excitement Arin gets a confused look on his face. That was a lot to deal with, it can't be this simple for her...

"J, are you okay? I'm glad you are happy, but you understand, the rest of them aren't coming back like Grishan. If you need to talk through it some on the way back, or later on when you're ready, let me know..."

Yeah, this is quite a rare scenario in that you can complete it without a single fight. :)

"Cassiel's father was Deris, Deris Marlinchen." J. says as Forrest leads her back out of the necropolis. "I haven't seen him since before the earthquake, but I read that the Pathfinders who saved me found him wandering the Drownyard, speaking to the spirits... They also said he went quite mad when Cassiel died. He was nice when I knew him though, always said hello when Cass invited me over, and never told us off for playing too loudly, you know?"

J. returns Danicka's hug with a big smile of her own, and Grishan even laughs a little as the excited wizard falls right through him in her attempt to hug him. "Don't worry about it, I forget all the time." He says in his far away voice before turning to Yaiho. "I'm not sure if it's actually possible to smash a ghost..." He glances at Brock, "Or if we even have insides, but I'm sort of glad we didn't find out tonight. I've had enough discovery for one day."

It would have been quite funny if he were ectoplasmic, but he's ethereal. He actually doesn't even know how to manifest ectoplasmically yet. ;)

"That would be great!" J. exclaims excitedly when Rook offers to help her with her powers, "Anything you can share would be so helpful. If Grishan and I are going to be of any help to other trapped spirits, we need to know as much about ourselves as possible- Wait! Wolves can have trouble moving on too? Wow, I have so much to learn..." She shakes her head for a moment, contemplating what that might mean as you all make your way out of the Drownyard gates and lock them behind you. At Arin's concerns, J. says. "I'm more than okay! For the last seven years, I've been hearing stories about how this place is haunted. My friends are finally at peace. My best friend is finally at peace! I'll never forget what you all did for me and my friends today."

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On the way back to J's home, the mood is a happy one, with J. telling you all about how she plans to help troubled spirits and how she will always remember how peacefully you resolved all the hostile people today. The glee evaporates suddenly, however, as you reach the outskirts of the Precipice district. Grishan silently steps back into Junia's body, disappearing from sight. "Brother is coming..." J. mutters quietly. Only moments later, a man in a uniform similar to J's, but with more medals and polish, emerges from a side alley at a brisk pace. Forrest, Yaiho, and Arin immediately recognise him as the leader of the Liberty's Edge faction.

"Finally, I found you. I heard around the lodge that a team of Pathfinders was headed in to the Tri-Towers Yard." Major Colson Maldris bows his head. "My brother was one of many children who died when the earthquake hit. As a result, I take great interest in expeditions leading in to that cursed site. The last Pathfinder expedition seven years ago found his body, and as a result, my family was able to give him a proper burial. Those agents also found some..." Colson pauses, and then continues delicately, "reports about my brother's after-school activities that would have been quite embarrassing if made public. Did you, by chance, find any information about my brother?"

Picture on slide 4.

Forrest stops in the middle of the street, in shock. He attempts to snap to attention but isn't very good at it, resulting in him slapping himself in the beard, then the forehead. "Uh, sir! Hello, it's an honor to meet you, sir! " He looks at the Venture Captain with wide eyes. " Many of us are proud Liberty's Edge members sir! And honored to meet you! " He pauses, staring. Then he looks back and forth between J and the Major. "Uhhh...brother, huh? What would be your brother's name? " Forrest tries to buy some time, pretty sure he already knows the answer.

As a Liberty's Edge member, I want to gain favor and tell him. But as J' s pal, I want to respect her privacy... CONFLICTED!

Rook growls as he contemplates what to do with the information a he is sure that the influential man would make the notes worth his time. He turns to Danicka and raises one of his eyebrows.

"We did find a few documents but you would need to be more specific so we can ensure you get the right ones."

Silence has a price I am sure he is willing to pay...

With this thought Needle starts digging for some chalk and pulling on the board attached to Rook's waist.

Yaiho stands stoic and in silence, unsure how to respond to the request for the documents. He doesn't care about most of them, but would like to keep the one about J hidden.

Brock stands and listens to the man, letting his companions affiliated with his group make the decisions.

As he waits he idly starts cleaning his nails with the needle point of his war pick.

Major Colson returns Forrest's salute. "At ease." He stands tall and studies your faces for a moment, lingering on J's a few seconds, noting her obviously conflicted expression "My brother's name was Grishan. He had a brilliant mind, and he was eager to do whatever he could to serve the cause of freedom. I suggested that if he helped the cause of the Eagle Knights before he was old enough to be eligible, they would certainly accept him."

He lifts his hat and scratches his head, looking a little unsure himself as he addresses Rook. "I cannot be more specific as I don't know what Grishan would write. Please, just let me skim the documents you have found, and I will tell you if they come from my brother. Of course, you are well within your rights to refuse. But, Pathfinders, in situations such as this one, it is important to consider the bigger picture, the greater good, and the unfortunate realities of politics. Skilled orators can take even the hint of scandal and spin it into a mountain to bury their target, preventing almost anyone from seeing the accomplishments and value of the people beneath. Remember what we discovered two years ago, my friends, and the seeds of corruption threatening Andoran that sparked the decision to separate Liberty’s Edge as its own entity." He pauses for a moment, letting the gravity of the situation sink in.

"I fear that if it were to become public knowledge that my brother feigned friendship with other students, and collected incriminating information about their families, members of that conspiracy among Andoran's politicians would use their oratory against all our works, which would deal a crippling blow to our cause's influence. They would tarnish not only my own family's reputation, but the reputation of the Liberty’s Edge as a whole, and by extension, the reputations and of all of the Pathfinders who tirelessly work under our banner to promote the cause of freedom. It may even spell the end of our movement to promote the cause of freedom throughout the Inner Sea and beyond!"

J. continues to shift uncomfortably, especially when the methods Grishan used are mentioned. The spirit's conflicted feelings about his 'freedom loving' brother are clearly taking a toll on Junia's emotions.

Yaiho thinks carefully before speaking, "Yaiho does not understand politics. But Yaiho does not want to see friend hurt. Part of papers reveal something that might hurt friend."

Brock growls and stays silent frustrated that the goodie-two-shoes' in this group, which would be everyone but him and Rook, will inevitably waste this treasure trove of blackmail.

Especially since this high muckity muck just admitted he was yet another person they could blackmail.

Profit. Or if we could have some how gotten it to our superiors in The Exchange. Our stock would surely have risen.

"Major Colson, pleased to meet you. I'm Arin, also of Liberty's Edge. Would you please give our group a moment to confer about this matter? This is very sensitive and we do not want to force a decision on those who may not feel comfortable speaking up outside of the confines of the deep trust we've built up over many missions. If you will, just five minutes will do."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

"Oh, dear..." Danicka stammers with worry. She gives Prickles a pat on the had to comfort herself.

Some of that gossip is terribly embarrassing! I'd be mortified if anyone had written such things about me!

At Arin's request for time to think, Danicka nods. "Oh, yes, please. This is a delicate decision, you know."

Diplomacy to unnecessarily aid that awesomeness...: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Forrest nods head nervously. "Ya... What Arin said. Ya know... for freedom and stuff. And loyalty. To the Liberty's Edge." He backs away quietly.

Once the group has huddled up, he bursts out. "Guys! That is my hero right there! Seriously!" His face is flushed with anxiety, but he continues. "Him and his freedom fighters are the reason I am here today!" He looks at J, trying to impress upon her the importance of this to him. "I get that some of this might be a little embarrassing. But if it helps aid the cause of freedom, I think we need to give these documents to him." He looks at the ground, then at J, embarrassed at his outburst. "Sorry."

Danicka smiles at Forrest's joyful outburst. After a moment she turns serious.

"Some of this is very embarrassing, though... I'd rather we not give it to anyone...."

Looking at Forrest, she smiles slightly and blushes. "If you're sure he's trustworthy... I suppose, maybe..."

Major Colson nods at Yaiho. "I understand the need for discretion, that is why I am here after all..." He listens to Arin's request thoughtfully, glancing briefly at the others. "Of course. Take a moment, but if it helps," he adds, addressing everyone as he takes a few steps back, "you have my word that anything you show me will be held with the same respect that you yourselves are clearly showing." Once out of easy listening distance, the Pathfinders huddle up for a quiet conversation.

J. seems genuinely confused at Forrest's apologies, "What was in those documents? Why is everyone so concerned about me?" She starts to blush herself, "I thought they just said bad stuff about Grishan's brother..." She tries to catch someone's eye, looking completely lost. "And he says that he doesn't know what to do. I'm not sure either, but if Colson is really your hero, Forrest, I think Grishan will be okay with you handing the documents over."

Meanwhile, Major Colson Maldris watches the animated conversation unfold out of earshot, and the bright read faces with a look of trepidation. He takes a step forward and offers, "If the documents are sensitive enough to cause such concern, perhaps you would consider destroying them? They never have to be in my possession."

At Junia's words, Danicka blushes even brighter. "Ah... Well... You see... One of the documents suggests that you might not be.... legitimate?" she squeaks nervously. "And that your mother is a part of some kind of cult..."

With a nervous look, Danicka adds, "You can see how that might have repercussions for your future..."

We could destroy the part about Junia, and hand over the rest to Colson.

Yaiho suddenly gets a bright idea. "Wait. Yaiho smart. Give papers to boss. J wants to leave fancy stuff and join Society. Paper might give means for J to fight mother's choice."

If J is a bastard child, then less likely she will be welcomed by the high class puritans.

Forrest looks at Yaiho, impressed. "Good point! J, I know this is a lot. But if you truly wish to leave your noble lifestyle behind, this could be the catalyst for change. " He watches her face warily. "But if you're not sure, I agree with Danicka. Let's destroy that piece, and hand over the rest. "