String fullTitle = "Claymore: Second Swords Quest #14";
int postNumber = "3024683";
String image = "Claymore_OP_2.jpg";
String date = "11/04/18(Sun)13:02:35";
String comment = "You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, currently ranked Seventh among the half-yōma warriors of the nameless 'Organization' which sponsors your monster-purging activities. Not long ago you encountered the number Two warrior, Laura, and learned the truth from her lips about what happened in the town of Voi on what may prove to be her final mission.
She was almost certainly framed for multiple murders, which means that now not only are there presumably civilians hunting her but the Organization now wants her dead as well. You're certain your own overseers can't possibly be dumb enough to believe that she butchered innocent people the way she was accused of having done, but they may well have already been looking for an excuse to execute her.
In speaking with her, she's led you to wonder if your parentage is really the worst-kept secret among your comrades: she recognized you as the daughter of her one-time friend turned Abyssal One Sabela.
“And that was the last time either of us saw your mother,” she concludes, having told you of the last time she saw Sabela. “I know that it must be bothering you, but I cannot tell you whether you were conceived before or after her awakening, for the simple reason that I do not know.”
“That's okay,” you sigh. “To be honest I had hoped to keep this from you, so to say I expected detailed answers to all my lingering questions would be disingenuous.”
Laura nods quietly. “Well, then. Although I would be perfectly happy for you to stay longer, I fear staying here longer than necessary will put both of us at undue risk. So you should be moving on soon.”
“Of course,” you reply, rising to your feet. “I hope the next time we meet will be under better circumstances.”
“I hope for the same,” Laura replies, leading you to the door. “Because if not, it may be the last day of my life.”
You stare at her, trying to work out what she means. “Excuse me?”
“I do not intend to kill you,” she explains sternly. “If the Organization sends you after me and escape is impossible, I would rather offer you my neck.”
You shake your head. “Don't talk like that. We'll think of something if it ever comes to that.”
Laura snorts quietly. “Right. I forgot you were such a damned optimist.”
“It's one of my finer points.”
“So what will you do now?” she asks.
>I intend to head for Voi. It will pay to keep up appearances.
>I intend to find someone to report to, the sooner that happens the better.
>I plan to cross the border back into my own territory.
Also, pick one:
>Inform Laura that you've identified a place within Sabela's territory, and suggest she digs herself in there. Sabela's protection, genuine or assumed, will make the Organization think twice about sending anyone after her.