[Rose clenches her firsts at her side as she follows Zenos’ gaze. There’s no mistaking his ultimatum; either she agrees to talk with him, or he slaughters everyone in Mor Dhona. None of the adventurers here would provide him the ‘challenge’ he seeks, as she’s sure he’s likely aware.]

[There’s little for her to think about. As much as she doesn’t want to have this conversation, she doesn’t have a choice. Even at her best, she can barely beat Zenos. There would be no way for her to effectively protect the citizenry.]

Fine. But if we’re going to do this, we’ll do it in private. There’s a bar on the outskirts of town that’s usually empty this time of day.