Your jaw nearly drops upon hearing her say that. "Wh-What? Why... why would you think that?"
Helen points at the lamp, specifically its neck. "If you look closely, you can see a stream of arcane energy occasionally appear on the lamp as a small ribbon of light. It's not that noticeable if you don't know what you are looking for, but a trained eye can see it. Besides, oil lamps aren't common in these parts--they tend to be from the desert cultures to the southeast." As you stare at the half-orc in confusion, she notices your gaze and gives a small shrug. "What? I spend a lot of time at the library researching arcane and cultural anthropology subjects. I find that stuff fascinating." Turning back to the lamp, she puts a finger to her chin. "And considering the lamp seems to be duller in color... I suspect that this is an empty vessel, still needing a genie!"
You nod a bit, taken aback by this--you expected Helen to have rocks for brains, not to moonlight as an academic. You didn't know if this meant she would see through your plans, especially since she was able to deduce the lamp was without a genie. Still, you stood your ground, waiting for her next question--you knew that if you made sudden movements, she'd be able to figure out what you were doing. And if she was smarter than she looked... then, there was a chance that her knowing and being free would be bad for you. However, you also knew you didn't have the heart, or the ability, to hurt her, and it would be better to see how she reacted.
After a few more seconds, again that felt like an agonizing eternity, she turned her eyes to you and asked...
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