Vertielle laughs at Gkirkhan's antics, and makes note to revisit these stories with the carny later. They could make excellent skit material!
Interesting thought, that, inversely, a mind is only as good as the body that houses it.
Zhiden smiled at Vertielle's dirty look, though with any luck he'd timed it to appear that his humor was directed at Wood or Gkirkhan. Now he knew something that he could use against the half-elf for her casual 'slip' comments. All he had to do was figure out whether her dissaproval came from the devil mention, or the mention of Cheliax. He continued to smile to himself, not really offering anything for the conversation.
Diplo:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 That seems more like a Kn check than a gather, since we haven't spent time looking for info... yet. Everyone be on your best behavior around the good doctor. He's a reputation for eccentricity, and he'll likely be on edge, what with the theft from his department. Lucky the heist ended in this "beast's" capture, though.
Vertielle takes to the crowds like a fish to water, and seems particularly apt to garner information without raising suspicions. She tries to distance herself from the Kin once entering the town, knowing being associated with them might close certain doors for her.
"I can take it," Zhiden said, smiling impishly. "You'd better stop giving me stuff though, I'm starting to feel like the favored mistress of the lord mayor of Egorian." He watched Vertielle as he said the last part, wondering if he'd get a similar response."
I think Vertielle either likes Zhiden, or she strongly dislikes him, I can't tell which.
Nah. Silver weapon blanch. Gkirkhan and Rova both do enough damage to nix DR, Wood has spells, Zhiden's got sneak, and with some silver arrows I've got my bow. But enough meta. Oh, did you errr- work- for him? Vertielle asks delicately, but without any trace of discomfort or annoyance. In fact, she's rather taken by a silver cloakpin, and is maintaining the conversation more out of courtesy than interest.
"Hmm? No, I didn't, but I heard that such a woman must be very well off indeed. You know how those good for nothing slips talk, after all." A bitter smile crossed Zhiden's face, before he looked away, presumably to take in the sights of the town, but it was really to hide his look of disgust.
We were all very close to the professor, in our own ways. Dr. Crowl, do you mind me asking... what happened here, exactly?
Vertielle looks around at the bustle of workers repairing the area, and the general chaos that's happening.
Zhiden did what he seemed to do, sat quietly and listened. He couldn't help but wonder what that 'in our own ways' remark meant. Apparently the PRofessor's relationship with Vertielle had some special meaning, perhaps not unlike Zhiden's own. It wasn't just Halflings that they enslaved in Cheliax, after all. . .
"It's one of the oddest things to happen here in a long time. I'm sure you've heard of the flesh golem known as the Beast of Lepidstadt? One of those types who gained sentience and destroyed it's creator? It broke into the Univerity two nights ago and stole an artifact - the Seasage Effigy. No one knows why. The thing itself -the Effigy, that is- was just an odd curiosity on display in the lecture room. On it's way out the Beast was captured by the city guard and some of the university's own people. It's being placed on trial - the trial begions tomorrow - for several of it's most recent crimes. Ones we have witnesses for."
He pauses, looking puzzled. "No one knows why it did it...or what it did with the statue. Maybe that will come out in the trial.
He suddenly looks up. "Oh, that reminds me, I'm sorry. You'll need to speak to Judge Diarmid to collect your inheritance. Here."
He pulls out a sheet of paper and starts writing. "Take this to her house. She should be there now, it's just on the town square opposite the courthouse. Give her this receipt and she'll pay you."
Whoops. I'm in borderlands, too.
Vertielle thanks the doctor, but senses there's something very strange at work here.
I can't imagine that this was random, nor that this creature- if truly sentient- simply lost or hid an effigy.