“It’s all true.” Aventurine can’t make eye contact. How could he, after being called that? “I don’t know where you heard that name, or who told you it. Kakavasha. It was a name given to me because of my birthright. A auspicious one, which was supposed to bring fortune to my people.” A scoff, and Aventurine takes off his expensive glasses. “As if.”

Under the effects of the truth serum from the Harmony, he goes on, confessing it all, as the truth forced its way up his throat against his will. Strained, he speaks with a gaspy, stilted voice. “All this, this expensive clothing, my coffers full of gold and riches- I was once nothing more than a commodity just like these. No- even less than that. I wasn’t just a commodity, I was a possession.” He shows his face once more. The serial number branded on his neck bears the stark reminder- and proof- of his words.

“But even now, with my Aventurine of stratagems, I already know the gamble I’m going to take. I know what I must do. But what about you?” He extends his gloved hand towards you, still fighting the effects of the Harmony’s lingering presence. Despite his losing odds, the bet was never lost until the end.

“What will you do now? Will you go the Family with this knowledge? What good will any of this do for you?”