The Four Pillars

Game Master chavamana


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Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)
Samirah Basri wrote:
She laughs, but looks a little embarrassed. "I did not mean to imply your skills weren't enough." She leans in to whisper loudly; "you're still my favorite cleric."

"It's okay," Chancre winks at Samirah and whispers back at equal volume. "I'm not a proper cleric. He should be better than me at that stuff."


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

Samirah:
"I have begun to treat her like a person. This is new for her. She has requested to remain by my side... she regards me as a chieftain of sorts." He shrugs. "I hope she proves useful. I have the feeling she hopes the same."

Konstantin will greet the newcomers with his customary Irrisani warmth and good humor. "I am Konstantin Argentaev. Your precise gods are irrelevant to me. So long as they behave themselves, you will find no difficulties from me."


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Konstantin:
Samirah nods. "I trust your judgment, then, and hope the same as you do." A half smile curls her lips. "Though she'll have to find a different side to remain by when we bed down for the night."


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

Samirah:
"I believe she understands that you are my consort. If she does not, I will have to explain." He pauses. "Although it will be difficult not to spend our nights as I have become accustomed."


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Konstantin:
Her eyes go wide in innocent naïveté. "You mean, sleeping on a bed, under a roof?"


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

Samirah:
"The sex, искра."


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Konstantin:
"Oh yes, that." The half smile grows, and she sighs wistfully. "I guess we'll have to make sure we make the most of our time here before we leave. And if things get desperate on the road, well, I can be quiet, and our companions will have to forgive us."


Rova 04, 4713 - Knights of the Fifth Crusade

Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
Konstantin will greet the newcomers with his customary Irrisani warmth and good humor. "I am Konstantin Argentaev. Your precise gods are irrelevant to me. So long as they behave themselves, you will find no difficulties from me."

"I'm sure my goddess behaves herself better than I do." Sosiel says, then with a hint of a more serious nature, "But I assure you that you'll find no issue with my service."

Quote:
Back and forth about clerics.

Sosiel's slipped away during the interchange, but his shrug manages to convey quiet confidence. "I know I'll be playing second fiddle in your heart," her says to Samirah, "but I will try to make a dent." A pause, and then he looks around.

His voice rises a but, "Aron?"

At the call a painfully wiry and wary man slips out of the crowd and towards the group, looking ready to fall back into the shadows, but drawn inexorably to Sosiel's side. Sosiel puts a hand gently on Aron's shoulder, presenting him to the group but supporting him at the same time. "This is Aron Kir."

Aron bobs in an uncomfortable mimicry of a bow, twitching really.

Pan meets the Party
After carefully shaking Chancre's hand, Pan looks around, seeing Konstantin and Samirah safely away, she edges away from the group unless someone pins her down with questions.

Rova 04, 4713 - North by North of Kenabres

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah looks relieved to see someone who doesn't look like they're taking everything seriously. "What sorts of things keep a poet so busy?"

"Oh," Nurah says breezily, "the important things in life. The correct meter in a story to complement the swing of a hero's sword in battle." A gamine grin, "And then the correct innuendo as to the hero's reward when she returns victorious."

"And then there is the boring matter of sorting fact from fiction in scouting reports and captured intelligence and dealing with politics and the backbiting in the court."


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Rova 04, 4713 - Knights of the Fifth Crusade

Samirah chuckles in response to Sosiel's comment, and turns to the thin man named Aron when he's summoned. "A pleasure, Aron. Student of Sosiel's? A friend?"

Rova 04, 4713 - North by North of Kenabres

chavamana wrote:

"Oh," Nurah says breezily, "the important things in life. The correct meter in a story to complement the swing of a hero's sword in battle." A gamine grin, "And then the correct innuendo as to the hero's reward when she returns victorious."

"And then there is the boring matter of sorting fact from fiction in scouting reports and captured intelligence and dealing with politics and the backbiting in the court."

She makes a face in response. "The first part is most certainly more interesting. So you write; do you also perform? And how did you end up on this mission to what I'm promised is a very terrible place?"


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

GM:

Before the group leaves on their mission, Samirah seeks out Corbin.


Rova 04, 4713 - Knights of the Fifth Crusade

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah chuckles in response to Sosiel's comment, and turns to the thin man named Aron when he's summoned. "A pleasure, Aron. Student of Sosiel's? A friend?"

Aron looks uncomfortably at the crowds around, "A frie.." His voice dies off as Sosiel shakes his head.

Sosiel looks Samirah directly in the eyes and with simple pride, "Aron is my lover."

Rova 04, 4713 - North by North of Kenabres

Samirah Basri wrote:
She makes a face in response. "The first part is most certainly more interesting. So you write; do you also perform? And how did you end up on this mission to what I'm promised is a very terrible place?"

"I've been known to give readings when someone asks nicely," Nurah says primly, "And force them on unwilling audiences when no one does." With a return of that bright smile.

"As for this mission," Nurah shrugs, "I'm horribly old and my mother was one of the refugees that managed to escape Drezen. So the old citadel has been one of my research subjects."

"I'm an expert, don't you know."


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Rova 04, 4713 - Knights of the Fifth Crusade

"Oh good!" She responds cheerfully. "The world could certainly use more love." Her voice raises in volume when she says "more love", and she shoots a very pointed look at Anevia and Irabeth, then back to the men.

Rova 04, 4713 - North by North of Kenabres

chavamana wrote:
"I've been known to give readings when someone asks nicely," Nurah says primly, "And force them on unwilling audiences when no one does." With a return of that bright smile.

"Nurah, I like your style." She says, firmly.

chavamana wrote:

"As for this mission," Nurah shrugs, "I'm horribly old and my mother was one of the refugees that managed to escape Drezen. So the old citadel has been one of my research subjects."

"I'm an expert, don't you know."

"Well, I'm sure there will be no shortage of things to research once we get there. And hopefully along the way, willing audiences for your poems and my songs."


Chancre:
Horgus takes the offered hand, maybe even a little faster than Chancre would have guessed. "Yes," he says, "I heard that you fools are diving into the demonlands in a pipe dream to take Drezen."

Samirah:
He isn't hard to find, Samirah has seen him training with a few of the groups of crusaders which have been working to keep Kenabres safe. However, although they seem to be happy to work with him in the evening, the gruff well-trained fighters don't think he has the skill to stand guard, so the young man has been working for Otani - lots of dirty and unpleasant jobs, and the ones like chopping wood.

His smile when he sees Samirah is bright, none of the shame that marked his eyes in their first meeting lurking. "Lady Samirah!"


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

GM:
"Corbin!" She greets, arms outstretched for a hug, and clearly looking pleased to be called "Lady".

"I hope life in Kenabres is treating you well?" There's an unspoken addendum: if it's not, I'll find the bastard who's mistreating you and pummel him.


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Miril:
At some point after Chancre receives his little vial of perfume, Samirah approaches Miril at the inn. "Good evening! I wanted to make sure I put together one of these for everyone." She says, handing a stoppered vial of liquid to Miril. "Though I think Chancre was the only one in dire need of it."

When Miril opens it, there's a smell of deep, dark forests, of sun-baked leather, a hint of oil, and a brief and fleeting note of something flowery. "The flower is a black adder; very hardy, thrives in almost any environment. Bees love it! Although I don't think that last part necessarily represents you."

Roshan:
One evening at the Inn, Samirah finds Roshan in his typical shadowy corner and sits down next to him. "Although Chancre's served a dual purpose, I wanted to make sure all of my friends got one of these." She pulls a vial from a small bag at her hip. "And I promise I'm not telling you that you smell badly." She adds, smiling, as she hands it to him.

If he opens the vial, this is what he smells: ancient books opened for the first time in years, rosin, a hint of black pepper, and an overlay of oak leaf. It smells like secrets and dark places.

Konstantin:
One late evening, as the two are getting ready for bed, Samirah pulls out a small vial from a pouch in her bag. "I know you have the power to... well, do whatever you please, including smelling delicious, but I still wanted to put together a scent that reminds me of you." She hands him the bottle. When he opens it, he smells: cold alpine forests, dragon's blood, the subtle scent of a gathering thunderstorm, and an occasional hint of a flower that's much sweeter than the other scents in the blend.

"There's a little bit of jasmine in there. Something only someone close to you might notice." She places her hand against his heart. "And you don't even have to wear it; I just had fun putting it together."


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

GM:
"Oh yes," Chancre says. "Death and madness doubtless awaits us there. Did they tap you for supply logistics?"

Chancre claps Horgus on the shoulder. "If things go badly, never forget that you got to see the sun again. But I suspect I'll be seeing you again."

Rova 04, 4713 - North by North of Kenabres

Samirah Basri wrote:
"Well, I'm sure there will be no shortage of things to research once we get there. And hopefully along the way, willing audiences for your poems and my songs."

Chancre raises his hand. "One," he says.


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

Samirah:
Konstantin samples the scent. He waves a bit under his nose and inhales, savoring each of the subtle notes. Finally, "I like this. Yet, I think I would like to smell it on you. Perhaps after your next bath."


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Konstantin:
"Marking me with your scent? Very..." she searches for the word, "carnal."


Rova 04, 4713 - North by North of Kenabres

Chancre Cailean wrote:
Samirah Basri wrote:
"Well, I'm sure there will be no shortage of things to research once we get there. And hopefully along the way, willing audiences for your poems and my songs."
Chancre raises his hand. "One," he says.

"One is a passable audience." In a stage whisper, "Plus these oh-so-holy religious types can get a dirty limerick, they just won't every admit it."

The journey follows the Sellen River north. The horses make good time on the 'safe' side of the river, although you can see bleak clouds form in the west and collapse into the land. You make the camping ground with a little less than an hour of daylight to spare, the army quickly setting watches and cooking jerky into something slightly more appitising.

You've only just had a chance to get your gear off your mounts, when Anevia rides into camp, swinging down and moving over to your group. Her brown and gray clothes blend into the background, "I was checking the road ahead to make sure we wouldn't have any delays." Her lips are a thin line slashing across her face, "I think something happened at Valas's Gift," she shakes her head, "I got as close as the outer fields and no sign of anyone and no smoke from the villiage at all."


Female Half-Elf Sanctified Rogue 9 (Trickster 2)

Rova 04, 4713 - North by North of Kenabres

Chancre Cailean wrote:
Samirah Basri wrote:
"Well, I'm sure there will be no shortage of things to research once we get there. And hopefully along the way, willing audiences for your poems and my songs."
Chancre raises his hand. "One," he says.

"Two," adds a smiling Míril. "I love songs and poems."


Female Half-Elf Sanctified Rogue 9 (Trickster 2)

Samirah:
Samirah Basri wrote:

At some point after Chancre receives his little vial of perfume, Samirah approaches Míril at the inn. "Good evening! I wanted to make sure I put together one of these for everyone." She says, handing a stoppered vial of liquid to Míril. "Though I think Chancre was the only one in dire need of it."

When Míril opens it, there's a smell of deep, dark forests, of sun-baked leather, a hint of oil, and a brief and fleeting note of something flowery. "The flower is a black adder; very hardy, thrives in almost any environment. Bees love it! Although I don't think that last part necessarily represents you."

"I don't think it's bad if that does represent me. Bees are nice."

Míril seems quite touched at Samirah's gesture.


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)
chavamana wrote:
You've only just had a chance to get your gear off your mounts, when Anevia rides into camp, swinging down and moving over to your group. Her brown and gray clothes blend into the background, "I was checking the road ahead to make sure we wouldn't have any delays." Her lips are a thin line slashing across her face, "I think something happened at Valas's Gift," she shakes her head, "I got as close as the outer fields and no sign of anyone and no smoke from the villiage at all."

"I suppose we should advance to the outer fields -- assuming there is tree cover -- and let you get a little closer."

Samirah:
"You are my consort," he says by way of explanation. Then he gives her a tender kiss on the forehead. "And I would like that which I love to smell be upon that which I love to touch."


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Rova 04, 4713 - North by North of Kenabres

Chancre Cailean wrote:
Chancre raises his hand. "One," he says.
Míril Celegeth wrote:
"Two," adds a smiling Míril. "I love songs and poems."

Samirah claps her hands together. "Marvelous. I'm sure Nurah and I can whip up something entertaining."

chavamana wrote:
In a stage whisper, "Plus these oh-so-holy religious types can get a dirty limerick, they just won't every admit it."

She gestures to the halfling. "Exactly. Dirty limericks and drinking songs for all!"

"Konstantin wrote:
"I suppose we should advance to the outer fields -- assuming there is tree cover -- and let you get a little closer."

Samirah nods at his comment and looks to Anevia. "Or wait just a little bit longer and creep in when the sun has set fully?"

Konstantin:
She smiles softly in response. "Who could say no to such a request? Very well. After the next bath, then." She slips her hand away from his chest.

Miril:
"Some bees are nice." She amends. But looks happy at the reception of her gift just the same.


Valas's Gift

Samirah wrote:
"Konstantin wrote:
"I suppose we should advance to the outer fields -- assuming there is tree cover -- and let you get a little closer."
Samirah nods at his comment and looks to Anevia. "Or wait just a little bit longer and creep in when the sun has set fully?"

Anevia starts to nod at Konstantin's words, pausing when Samirah speaks. "We can wait for nightfall but, if there are demons, they see better in the dark than I do." Irabeth raises a hand as the group leaves, focused on securing the camp ground for the evening. However Nurah seems happy to invite herself along.

The sun paints the sky in vivid reds as you get to the rocks and brush at the edges of the fields. You see Aron Kir lurking behind one of the rocks, well-hidden from the village, but obvious to you. Anevia shakes her head as she scans the horizen, concern furrowing her brow as she points out the chimneys - none with smoke.

"If any of you want to come along," her half-smirk is friendly, "If I scream it means I found something that I think you can kill. If it is something I think would kill us all, I'll try to keep my mouth shut."


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

"If you want scouting assistance company, I can be quiet. As can Míril."


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

"I can be for a little while, but don't prefer it." She grins. "But if sneaking around isn't necessary, I'm definitely coming along."


"Maybe not necessary, but often the smart thing." Anevia shrugs as she starts to slip into the fields, "Happy to have you if you don't give away our location."

"And if you do, at least whatever is there will be more likely to jump on you than me." Freed from the burden of a broken leg, Anevia moves into the twilight gloom, slipping into shadows and along the wheat fields with no sound.

Chancre and any other scout type people:
Even taking time to be careful, you get to the edge of the village in short order. The village looms in the shadows of evening, utterly still and quiet.

And the reasons for that being obvious once you get beyond the few small houses on the edge. Deeper in the village many of the buildings have been gutted by fire, the bones of the inhabitants hard lines against the soft ash.

Which is far better than the ripped and mutilated bodies that were left untouched by fire, bloated and fly-ridden.

Scouting and Heal DC 20 or Survival DC 20:
The decomposition puts the deaths of the village just over two weeks ago, probably during the bleakest hours of Kenabres's fall.

The tracks indicate a few demons, but most of the prints are from boots.


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

"I did come out here with the intent of getting us all killed, so I suppose I'll stick to that plan." Even her sarcasm is cheerful. She takes off the jewelry at her wrists that might make noise, makes sure she doesn't jingle when she walks, and follows Anevia and the others who join her. Quietly.


Samirah:
As you move amid the burned out buildings, you feel the necklace at your neck warm. Hot, but not painfully so.


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Scouts:
Samirah stops abruptly, putting her hand up. "Anevia," her whisper is about as loud as whispers get. "My necklace is heating up." She looks down to see if it's changing in any way other than temperature.


Scouts:
Anevia starts slightly at what really is a loud noise (as quiet as it is for the brash swashbuckler), her eyes going from the death and destruction to Samirah's face, the looks in her eyes clearly wondering if that is really all that important right now. A quick shake of the scouts head clears the looks, and with a whisper that really is a whisper, "Is it reacting to something specific or just throwing a loop in our scouting?"

Looking down - nope, it looks like pretty shards of metal carefully enmeshed in a gold alloy. Utterly unremarkable. (Except in the prettiness of the stones and the simple setting.)


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Scouts:
"It's never happened before, so I'm not sure. I'm inclined to think it's reacting to something specific. It was part of the wardstone, yes?" She lowers her voice into something resembling an actual whisper. "I can split off from you all and look for myself."


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

Scouts:
"These people have been dead for a little over two weeks," Chancre whispers. "And most of these are boot marks, not demon tracks -- but I'm sure Anevia saw that."

"I can take a look at your necklace if you want," Chancre says, making small nonspecific motions with his hands.


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Scouts:
Samirah looks down at her necklace, to Chancre's nonspecific hand motions, and chuckles. "Sure, maybe it's speaking to me and I don't know how to listen." She unclasps the chain around her neck and hands it to him.


Scouts:
Anevia shakes her head emphatically at the 'split off', mouthing 'Bad idea.'

She shrugs, "Seeing if it does anything else is probably a good use of time," her eyes flicker to the dead, "there isn't anything we can do for them now."

Chancre:
Assuming one intends to use Detect Magic - the necklace does not seem to be any more magical than the individual shards were. Lingering powerful magic, but nothing in them now.
Samirah:
The necklace maintains the same level of heat near all the burned buildings - the heat increases significantly (where you think it might burn those not fire-resistant) next to some of the dead.

The ones with obvious claw marks.


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

GM:
Detect Magic was indeed the plan.

Scouts:
Chancre hands it back. "Lingering powerful magic, but nothing stands out now. I don't know."

He then waits, curious to see what Samirah is about to do.

I suspect Samirah is used to that look by now.


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Scouts:
She is. Which is why she's prepared JAZZ HANDS AND CONFETTI!

Once the necklace is back around her neck, she shrugs, and begins walking toward the bodies on the ground. She stops, walks away from a body, then returns to it. "The heat becomes most intense here," she says, crouching next to a body that's covered in wounds opened by claws. She looks up to the others.


Scouts:
A through search of the village reveals... not much. The inhabitants mostly slaughtered, some captured, a few fled. The homes plundered and burned. There is some food and other supplies in one warehouse that managed to escape the destruction, but mostly just the ravages of war.
Not Scouting:
Aron Kir looks over the top of his rocks, but his eyes skim over the fields rather than the village itself. Nervously he keeps watching, uncomfortable in what little company was left behind.

"You really are a twitchy one, aren't you?" Nurah comments dryly.


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

Not Scouting:
"Do not be afraid, little man. You are with Konstantin Argentaev."


Not Scouting:
The thin, tanned man snaps a look at he halfing woman, but his attention is drawn inexorably towards Konstantin. "Sorry to say, sir," with a nervous, twitchy shrug, "that's part of the problem. Don't normally have to deal with the higher ups unless the works have been f+%*ed beyond the ability to fix it in time."


Male Human Far Strike Qinggong Monk 9 + Mythic Tier 2

Samirah:
Quote:
One evening at the Inn, Samirah finds Roshan in his typical shadowy corner and sits down next to him. "Although Chancre's served a dual purpose, I wanted to make sure all of my friends got one of these." She pulls a vial from a small bag at her hip. "And I promise I'm not telling you that you smell badly." She adds, smiling, as she hands it to him.

Roshan shrugs and signs "Outside of a city, one stands out too much if limited to only the traditional bath (schedule)."

Quote:
If he opens the vial, this is what he smells: ancient books opened for the first time in years, rosin, a hint of black pepper, and an overlay of oak leaf. It smells like secrets and dark places.

He cracks the top and his nostrils flare. He smiles, and pulls his left index finger up, slaps the back of his right hand into his left palm, forms a right angle of index and thumb and moves it in a circle before drawing a shape that could be a roof and walls.

"Especially good for libraries or monasteries."
Perhaps not what she intended, but he does seem happy at the thoughtfulness of the gift. "Thank you." he adds.


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Scouts:
She looks to Anevia. "What now? Go back to our camp?"


Male Human Far Strike Qinggong Monk 9 + Mythic Tier 2
Quote:
"Two," adds a smiling Míril. "I love songs and poems."

Roshan raises one eyebrow smiling just slightly, then holds up three fingers.

Chancre wrote:
"If you want scouting assistance company, I can be quiet. As can Míril."

Roshan says nothing. Just sticks to the shadows as is his wont.

Scouts:
Samirah wrote:
She looks to Anevia. "What now? Go back to our camp?"

Roshan points to himself, then his temple, then his fist nods thrice. He taps the oil by his side, then his open hand arcs away from his temple. then a pause. He turns to Chancre. Points to him, then his temple, then the bodies and places a forearm horizontal before bringing it vertical.


Samirah or Linguistics dc20:
"I think yes. Burn later (after Drezen). Unless you think they will rise...or something."


Male Human Inquisitor 9 (Guardian 2)

Scouts:
"I don't like it, but I see nothing alarming about it," Chancre shrugs. "The slaughter of war."


Scouts:
Anevia is stark and quiet, but nods. "Might want to burn the rest of bodies and the little mother might want to do a service so they don't rise," she shakes her head, "but nothing for us to do now." She dusts some of the ash from her leathers as rises from one knee on the ground.

You are not jumped by invisible ninjas on the way back.


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Roshan:
Samirah looks slightly embarrassed. "As I was making it, I realized I didn't know enough about you to be confident in the blend. So, next time... wilder scents, and more questions about your past before then."

She signs quickly for 'sorry', 'lack of knowledge', and points to her nose and then vaguely to the surroundings outside.


Male Human Sorcerer 5/Dragon Disciple 4 (Archmage 2)

Not Scouting:
Konstantin grunts in response. Silly, frightened southerners.


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Scouts:
"Did you know anyone who might have been here when this happened?" Samirah asks as they make their way back to the camp.

Well I was hoping for the invisible ninja ending, but it's okay we didn't get it, I guess :)


Male Human Far Strike Qinggong Monk 9 + Mythic Tier 2

Samirah:
Quote:

Samirah looks slightly embarrassed. "As I was making it, I realized I didn't know enough about you to be confident in the blend. So, next time... wilder scents, and more questions about your past before then."

She signs quickly for 'sorry', 'lack of knowledge', and points to her nose and then vaguely to the surroundings outside.

A startled and somewhat alarmed expression crosses his face. Two fingers snap down on his thumb in a hard negation before his thumb extends up and slightly toward himself as his fist circles clockwise before his chest.

His index and middle fingers again close on his thumb, twice but not fiercely as before, then his thumb projects again towards himself before tucking under the shelf of his left hand. His open right hand come up, pauses, then makes as if brushing air towards his nose as his nostrils flare.
His finger comes down from near his lips to point directly at Samirah, then grasps the bottle to his chest.
"No! Sorry. Not to hide ones scent? Really, very thoughtful."

Scouts:
Quote:
"Did you know anyone who might have been here when this happened?" Samirah asks as they make their way back to the camp.

Two fingers go towards his eyes then withdrawn. Roshan shakes his head

Scouts & Samirah or Linguistics dc10:
"Doubt it." or "None that I saw."


Female Ifrit Swashbuckler 9 (Marshal 2)

Roshan:
Samirah looks even more embarrassed for just a moment before bursting into laughter. "I guess I could have explained what it was for a little better. Definitely not to hide scent; it was a scent that reminded me of you. The others got one as well," she explains, attempting to diffuse any awkward feelings. "I managed to find an alchemist of sorts and spent a day playing in his shop." She forgets to sign most of her explanation, and her cheeks are still dark.

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