The mayor and the others look exceedingly confused by Allister's comment. Shaking it off, and ultimately ignoring the confusing parts, the mayor nods with Qina's statement, "Yes, that would probably be best. None of us here have heard of any trouble happening elsewhere, but the age of the bodies you found is an issue of itself. If these priests got a hold of the amulets 3 months ago they have had ample time to find Iramine or her remains and combine the three amulets together."
The mayor holds a quick side-bar with his council, "If you choose to go we cannot help much more than providing some of the services of the town. I know this might seem like a long time, but perhaps it is best to wait several weeks, or even a month, collecting yourselves and gathering equipment for the journey ahead. I only wish we could do more to help."
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While the mayor and other town officials speak, Allister uses Detect Evil on each of them in turn, starting with the mayor.
"Surely there must be something more you can do? The longer we wait, the further they get." Allister poses the question, but only hopes to keep them talking so he can study them one-by-one.
The mayor sits calmly and lets the questions come. He waits for quiet before explaining, "The reason I suggest to wait is not for the sake of those who entered the crypt. It is for you. Vivian, Gad'larr," he says looking at the two in question, "you both have been in true combat experiences before. I bet neither of you were fit to jump straight back into the fray, and if you were forced to, some of your comrades lost themselves and broke down."
He takes a breath and sighs quietly to himself, "To you young ones a few weeks to a month is indeed a lengthy amount of time, but I think that is an appropriate amount of time to allow you to distress from your journey, make funeral arrangements for our dead, and return to some sense of normalcy and equilibrium before throwing yourselves into the fight once more."
Mayor Upton looks at each of you, eyebrow raised, ready for more questions.
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Funeral arrangements. Try as she might to run away, it seems useless. The world is forcing her to face her fears and pain.
To Vivian's proclamation Qina adds "and tattooing!"
During dinner Brezik takes full advantage of the spread set before them, seeming to get as much food on himself as in himself.
At the side bar meeting:
This trip to the city seems a little more real than what was expected for the ever-flame. No bubble orcs, no dulled arrows, no pillow traps. For goodness sakes they let me wear my blacksmithing apron instead of real armor. I for one intend to be better equipped this time out. If you'll excuse me I have some work to do in the smithy.
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When they are leaving the hall, Allister approaches Qina about her mention of tattoos. "Hey, Qina? I want three tattoos, but I need your help with them. I'm not very creative. Can you tattoo me with an animal that will come alive like yours does? I want a squirrel on my left arm, like the one we saw in the forest. Also I would like a Keeper of the Flame tattoo above my heart, maybe one of the symbols we found? Then I want the Dawnguard symbol on my right arm, real big."
After Qina responds, she can see a look of concern on the paladin's face, and when nobody is around to hear he whispers "Will it hurt real bad?"
Next he finds Brezik. "Hey, Brezik! Know any good smiths? HA-HA-HA! My armor needs some work. I'll pay well if you can get it looking like new again."
Finally, out of breath, he finds Vivian. "Captain Vivian, I'm reporting for duty. Let's make Fort Ferris a proper stronghold!"
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Witnessing Allister's request, Vivian contemplates the massive amount of work Brezik might get saddled with. "Brezik, I can help some with the armor work and will speak with Anthony Jaspar about coming on board with our cause as well. Tomorrow night we should plan out all the work and item's we would like to have so we can identify what we need and what we can feesably finish in a fortnight or two."
"Irori says Wisdom often comes from the places we least expect. However, in this case we came to you directly, our elders, for wisdom.
We should honor your direct and honest response whether we like it or not. We wait then. I should meditate on all of this...unless someone needs me?"
Unless someone speaks up, Gad will return to his family's farm to rest and meditate for a couple of days at least.
"Yeah Allister, it hurts a little, but you're so strong, you probably won't even feel it. I can do the fire and the Dawnguard symbols whenever you're ready. The other one, the animal one...that's one's a bit harder, but I'll keep practicing and maybe someday I can do it. I'm gonna help Brezik work on some stuff, but I'll draw some symbols tonight before bed and tomorrow we can get started. Hey, wait up Brezik!"
Next he finds Brezik. "Hey, Brezik! Know any good smiths? HA-HA-HA! My armor needs some work. I'll pay well if you can get it looking like new again."
Brezik slaps Allister HARD on the shoulder... HAHAHA... you'll pay... Your money is worthless to me. Anytime you need work done on your armor I will do it for free.
Brezik takes a close look at Allister's armor and smiles...
Watch this. Brezik places his hand over a dent in Allisters armor and mutters a few words...
As Qina catches up to Brezik he grunts at her gruffly and say a few words to her...
"Oh yeah, well watch this." Qina repeated Brezik's process as best she could. She placed her hand over Allister's armor and muttered a few words. As she removed her hand, the armor seemed to polish itself and the finish restored to a gleaming shine. She slowly moved her hand over the whole set, even asking Allister to kneel down so she could get the top of it.
"Brezik, you did magic! I didn't know you could do magic! That was awesome! Of course I can help out. That's why I came. That's a great idea. I'll start drawing it tonight, right after I draw out some tattoos for Allister. Say, do you want a tattoo?"
The town elders and the mayor look at each other smiling.
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Vivian smiles at Allister's enthusiasm and claps him on his now shiny and repaired back, "Absolutely Al! And we indeed have A LOT of work to do these next fortnights while we prepare for Tamran. Your smooth smile and charisma will be extremely helpful in securing what we need. I need to rest, but early tomorrow come over and we can get started. Say," she now turns to the whole group, [/b]" do any of you need a free place to stay? Everyone is welcomed if they need a room. I have more than enough now..."[/b] and she trails off.
"Oh yeah, well watch this." Qina repeated Brezik's process as best she could. She placed her hand over Allister's armor and muttered a few words. As she removed her hand, the armor seemed to polish itself and the finish restored to a gleaming shine. She slowly moved her hand over the whole set, even asking Allister to kneel down so she could get the top of it.
Halfling:
"Brezik, you did magic! I didn't know you could do magic! That was awesome! Of course I can help out. That's why I came. That's a great idea. I'll start drawing it tonight, right after I draw out some tattoos for Allister. Say, do you want a tattoo?"
....A Tatoo? I don't know maybe my family crest... Except I don't know what it is!
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Allister is in disbelief at the work of his friends Brezik and Qina. He stands there silent, blinking. "Whoa..."
After a few long seconds, a massive smile grows across Allister's face. "You two are full of surprises! You can heal my armor like I can heal your hurts."
Once he has some free time, Allister heads to the local inn and asks to buy a bottle of whiskey. Once he has the bottle of drink in hand, Allister will make his way to Fort Ferris, peels off his armor, and finds somewhere to sleep under the stars. Before he falls asleep the paladin sees a bright green star shoot across the night sky.
The next morning he wakes at dawn with a dry mouth and hay stuck to his underclothes and in his hair.
Yeah Brezik, but you're so big and strong. I mean I saw you smash through bone. You can make metal do what you want. You even carry around more stuff than I think my family owns. I could never do any of those things. I can barely lift your hammer. And you were so brave and you protected me and kept me safe. I think you're going to be the best blacksmith ever!"[/b]
Qina looks up with a big smile. "I think we're all just grateful for each other." She gave Brezik another big hug and then she hugged Allister too, because that's what friends were for.
Brezik retreats to the sanctuary of his fathers forge and gets to work. If anyone chooses to visit he's happy to stop a few moments and chat but for the next three weeks he eats drinks and beathes Blacksmithing, crafting himself a whole new set of gear.
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Qina spends weeks with Brezik in hi shop helping out however she can. She starts off strong and eager but her attention trails off towards the end.
As it becomes clear that the gathering of elders is coming to an end Belathorian turns on his heal and strides from the hall.
He returns to the temple and immediately begins preparations for the upcoming funeral, he works on Viv's father for hours before exhaustion finally claims him and he falls asleep on the temple floor, next to the deceased.
The next morning he wakes with a start as Paast enters the old priest lays out a cold breakfast and tries to engage Belathorian in small talk and idle chatter. But Belathorian is everywhere but there. He picks at some bread, downs a flagon of cool water then rises silently and strides from the temple and makes for Fort Ferris
"I must speak with Vivian alone"
His voice sounds strange as he addresses whoever he finds on the gate, he has been silent for so long.
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Vivian doesn't sleep much. She tends to her armor and weapon then stares into her hearth until the sun comes up. Maybe she drifted into some form of sleep during that time, but the fact of it is lost to her.
She knows Allister is sleeping somewhere in the fallow field and starts out to rise him with the sun that he seems to love. 'A Dawnguard at dawn, this should be a pretty sight. All that armor in the red rays..' The thought of the metal makes her feel warm for a moment but fades as she notices it.
On her way she sees Bel walking onto the land from the dirt road. As he passes under the shabby wooden 'Ferris' sign Vivian hails him. "Morning!" she calls out and veers off her path to Allister much in the distance and approaches Bel instead.
"Good morning Viv... how are you doing? I spent the night with him... making preperations.
We need to talk Viv. His soul lies in the clutch of another. Everything that I am, everything that I hold, rails against this. And yet without knowing who or what... can you think of anything, anything at all that could be a clue as to who he... dealt with."
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Vivian nods, "Thank you Belathorian. I don't know anything more than what we saw yesterday, that mark of Norgorber burned onto his heel. I didn't have luck finding Anthony Jaspar last night on my way home, but I was hoping to see him today. He helped out with Dominic so much. They were close." Look Bel in the eyes, his resolution gives her some more strength. 'That's right, we can fix this. My family is this regiment now, I'm Vivian Ferris of the Flame.'
"Help me get this oaf up and then we can search the farmhouse for clues." She tells Bel with a half genuine smile, some of her old self pushing through the weight of the times. She gives Bel one of her classic punches on his shoulder and then turns to indicate the way to Allister.
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Allister snaps awake when he hears Vivian call out "Morning!" to Belathorian, mistakenly believing she has called to him instead.
"Morning!" he calls back, and stands up groggy in the field. After all they had been through in the crypt and the celebration when they returned, Allister slept soundly under the stars in the long grass. His half-plate rests on the ground beside him covered in dew and glowing with the light of dawn. Allister stands up wearing only his small clothes, beads of moisture rolling down his body. He sees Vivian and Belathorian and waves excitedly at them.
The paladin puts on his adventurer's gear, but does not bother with his armor. 'This will be a day for hard work, my armor will only get in the way.' However, does equip his greatsword. When he approaches Vivian, he notices a glint of disappointment in her eyes, but thinks nothing of it.
"A fine day!" He greets his friends with a smile, ready to work. "Belathorian, my friend, how are you?" He looks at his friends in turn, "What can I do to help today? I am your man."
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"Today we plan and get ready to speak with the Elders again." Vivian says with a mischievous smile. "We could build Fort Ferris here, or we could build it in a more strategic place for the whole town! Come on, I got a map laid out in the house!"
Vivian runs off through the field of wild grass back to the house. She too isn't wearing her armor, instead the simple pants and belted tunic of a laborer. Her feminine shape isn't something commonly seen and may be odd for Bel and Al.
Inside the house has been hastily reorganized. The furniture has been stacked against the walls leaving a large table in the middle and single chair in front of the fireplace. The table is covered in a map of Kassen and surrounding area, drawings of building ideas, and scribbled notes. To the far side a door is closed. This was Dominic's bedroom, Vivian's was the loft.
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It had been days of helping Brezik. She didn't really know exactly what she was doing, but she made up for it with stubborn determination. She was going to be helpful. Long days of handing this and passing that and fetching water and cleaning everything that she could get her hands on; it all took it's toll on her eventually. After about two weeks of assisting at the forge, she collapsed after the hard days work.
She lay on her back in a field of wheat. The sky above was cloudless and still. There was no wind, no sound, and no heat. She wasn't cold, but she certainly wasn't hot either. She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes with her hands before sitting up. Looking around, it was just miles and miles of the same. No trees, no mountains, nothing.
"Going to sleep all day" the voice asked?
She froze, her face a mask of panic. She knew that voice, recognized who it belonged to. She dare not turn to look, as if looking would lend credence to her imagination.
"You're not real, you're not real, you're not real" she kept whispering to herself.
"Oh don't be silly child. If I'm not real then you're talking to yourself and that's just as silly as me not being real."
Off in the distance a lone figure came marching through the field. It called out to the halfling. "Qina. Qina, can you hear me?"
With her hand over her eyes, she could only make out a silhouette of a short, stocky person heading their way. She swallowed hard and turned around, looking for the source of the voice. Not 10 feet away, the dragon sat staring at her.
"Oh, he looks tasty."
"Nooo" she screamed! "You can't eat him! I won't let you."
"Qina" the dwarf shouted! "Wake up lass"!
Qina bolted upright. Her clothes were drenched with sweat and she was cold to the touch. "Just...just a bad dream" she forced out between ragged breaths. She sat on the floor for a long time, unable to get the nightmare out of her head.
Brezik smiled as he picked up the small steel shield finally finished. It was time that he could begin working on the armor... but first he wanted Qina to see the Shield. She had been so instrumental in making it... and the smithy had never looked so well taken care of. Always busy with cantrips and not afraid to take a supportive role Qina had really created an environment where Brezik could do his best work. He looked down at the shield knowing that it was fine work accomplished very quickly. He needed to show Qina.... where was she?
He went looking for her. It wasn't hard to find her. She had a way of leaving a line of orderliness and cleanliness behind her wherever she went. He just needed to find the spot in the Smithy that had the least amount of soot and he knew she would be there. When he found her she was asleep. She still held the hand broom in one hand and the dust pan in the other.
How tired do you have to be to fall asleep hanging onto a broom I wonder?
Just as Brezik turned to let his small friend sleep he heard her wimper... he took another look and saw a scowl. Beads of sweat were on her brow and she was obviously not happy... Brezik started to panic at her distress...
"Qina" the dwarf shouted! "Wake up lass"!
Qina bolted upright. Her clothes were drenched with sweat and she was cold to the touch. "Just...just a bad dream" she forced out between ragged breaths.
Brezik was obviously concerned and started talking quickly.
Look Here Qina... you've been more helpful to me than you could ever imagine. But your no good to anyone if your working yourself sick. Stay here... let me get you some water.
The Dwarf moved quickly to the storage room and returned aminute later. Here you go... I found some sweet Tea my Ma had sent with my brothers earlier today. The sugar will give you a little energy... Say, I think we should take a day off tomorrow... We've made a ton of progress here and Da says the Smithy has never been so clean and organized as when you're around. Why don't we go visit the others tomorrow and see what kind of trouble Vivian has gotten Gad, Bel, and Al into... Oh and I came up with a Joke I think Al will like tooo.
"Thanks Brezik." Qina sat up and took a long drink of the water. "You're right. We better go check on them. Who knows what kind of trouble they'd get into without us."
She slowly climbed to her feet, leaning on Brezik a little on the way up. Once stable on her own feet she dusted herself up. It was then that she noticed the shield that Brezik had set down. "Hey, you finished the shield."
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Vivian rambles into her plan. On the table is a map of Ferris Farm. Drawn over it are different designs for what one would call a Keep, Guildhall, Stronghold, or in this case a Fort. Each of the layouts has the same pieces reorganized within them:
Armory, Common Room, Dojo, Forge, Kitchen, Cold Cellar,Food,Storage, Lavatory, Lodging, Craft supply storage, War Room, Workstation, Fortification, Sitting Room, and a Vault.
"So what do you think? We'd build it right here on top of this farmhouse. There are several options. Walled, not walled, fortified? I prefer fortified myself. Also there's this ranch style single floor, then two and three floor options. A tower is a viable option as well. Think it's too much? All in all, the most deluxe version is well under 5000 gp. I have some ideas for fund raising too, the town needs a good defense. We all know how effective Captain Earl Barthalemew is. Heh" Vivian laughs at what was in her mind a good jab. She then looks over Bel and Al while they digest the idea.
Qina climbs up to stand in the chair so she can see the full map laid out on the table. Her mouth hung open a little. It was all so impressive. Clearly the woman had put some thought into this. "Everything's so...big. It looks great. How long do you think it'll take?"
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"Construction will be about a year, we'll need to do some fundraising though." Vivian crinkles her nose as she thinks, "We can pitch it as regional defense to the Capital while we're there next month, otherwise where the support will come from is still something that I'm working out. I don't want to hit the town with the bill, this is meant to help Kassen not bankrupt them."
"You want to find investors. People or politicians with too much money on their hands who want to either give you money
to make money, or give you money to create influence in the region. It is how they do it in Jalmeray and similar countries
when someone wants to create a new school of marital combat."
From the doorway Gad'larr will enter the room slowly, shirtless and covered in dust and sweat. A sweaty rag was tied
around his head to keep the sweat back a bit from his eyes. His crude black and red tattoo of a dragon was eerily prominent
through the grime.
"Pardon my intrusion Vivian, I was running for exercise and realized I was nearby. I thought to stop by and see how the
plans are going."
Thinking for a moment he smiles and goes on.
"We are probably heading for the capitol soon to find the amulet lost to the raiders. You will find possible investors
there by the dozens I am sure. With the war on and all, you could even get monetary sponsorship from the army too.
There's this vault as well. Whomever took the amulet is trying to get in the vault. Obviously something valuable is
there. You could use whatever of value we collect there and along the way to help fund your goal inthe end."
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"No, Gad, you're entirely welcome here. All of you are, always. You're my only family now and what I'm wanting to build is, I guess, essentially our home. " Vivian looks uncomfortable expressing these emotions and tries to push through it quickly. "Though we don't have much space right now, once this is built you'll all have a room here for whatever means you wish. Forge, workshops, storage, training; anything we need." Happy to change the subject from tender emotional stuff Vivian turns back to Gad, "You're totally right Gad, the Capital is the place where we must secure this projects future, along with securing the future of Kassen's Vault." Then with her tomboyish grin growing on the side of her face, "It'll be a hell of a trip then, eh? I want to speak with the town elders once though. I want to see if Kassen has any interest in joining with this project. If not, we'll build outside of town here, but if they do wish to help our plans with the return of building our fortress into the cities defenses I think many could benefit." Smoothing the map out Vivian then pulls out a stack of letters. "Admittedly, I'm not great at this, but I've written up somethings to help paint out our objectives and goals."
Indicating that these notes and documents that she's prepared are open for others to review and comment on, Vivian leaves them on the table. Anyone to look through them will notice that the parts on city defense, military strategy, and the military academy are extremely impressive. Unfortunately the sections on local politics, compromises with the city and land owners, and her knowledge of national politics seem to be mediocre at best.
Brezik looks over the drawings and takes a bite out of a large green apple sending apple juice all over the table and the neatly drawn maps. Brezik seems oblivious to the apple juice.
What do we need a whole new forge for... maybe an expansion on the cities forge instead? I do like the idea of having an armory here though...
Brezik takes out a piece of chalk from his belt-pouch out and starts drawing on Vivian's maps without any permission.
And why are we hitting up Capital cronies for funds... the last thing I want is a bunch of big city folk thinking they own a part of my home. I would much rather use the money we make from the vault and maybe some local support to make this happen. You know the Wentins, the owners of the mill don't have any kids of their own since their boy died in the flood twelve years ago, and they seems to be pretty well off. I bet they have some extra cash sitting around. Prolly like the idea of helping us out to. Maybe get them involved by putting up a tower over here on there property. Then we could run this wall right upto the tower... whadya think?
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Watching the mess Brezik is bringing to the map, Vivian sighs and is grateful that this is just a working copy with another rolled up on the shelf. His comment about big city folk gets her thinking though.
"Wait, we're going to a big city.. How are we supposed to dress around there? What do city folk even look like, I mean, do I need formal armor?!"
Qina pipes up "that's a really nice tattoo Gad. Where'd you get it done?"
As Brezik mentions the funding, she can't help but speak her mind. "I agree. Why don't we just pay for it ourselves? We can all find jobs. I can do tattoos, and Brezik can make stuff. I mean if it's going to be ours, why do we want someone else to own part of it?"
Looking at Qina, Gad replies with a raised eyebrow and a shrug as he scratches it, suddenly a little self-conscious.
"I have had it since I was a child. My foster father says my parents gave it to me before they died. Something to do
with the ancient orc tribe they were a part of, but is now gone. Same thing with my pointed teeth. The design's a bit
crude, but I had an ancient master of tattoos in Jalmeray tell me once this one actually protects me somehow...makes my
skin tougher, or some such thing."
Pointing to Brezik to acknowledge his point.
"Correct. Your deep wisdom shines through yet again my dwarf friend. We would be remiss if we just grabbed money from
anybody to fund this place. I'm just saying it is an option to consider. Nothing more. I would say we should try to fund this
place ourselves first, then carefully review possible investors, once we have something more than just a plan on papyrus."
"Well it's very nice. I like dragons." Qina glanced around nervously. "But not white ones" she said as she shook her head. "So uh, when should we leave then?" Qina asked to change the subject.
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"I agree. Why don't we just pay for it ourselves? We can all find jobs. I can do tattoos, and Brezik can make stuff. I mean if it's going to be ours, why do we want someone else to own part of it?"
For the entirety of this discussion Allister has been nodding, pretending to understand the numbers, planning and logistics behind such a large undertaking. Finally Qina says something that he feels strongly about.
"I can work a job to try and make money, but I've only got one skill: fighting. And I can make more money doing that than plowing a field or laying brick. So we can make the money to build this place by toiling away, or we can make the money adventuring - and doing that might please the Dawnguard as well. They might even make a donation, if we do good enough. People will be more like to give us coin if they see we're already up and running...Besides, if I have to swing a hammer much longer I'm not going to have any fingernails left." Allister holds up his hand. Three of his fingertips on the left hand are dark blue-black and swollen, and he only worked on the front sign for fifteen minutes.
"Hey Vivian, would you ever consider joining the Dawnguard? You'd be perfect for it. All of you would be. Better than I am, at least." Allister felt strange like he'd asked her the question a hundred times before, but knew he would ask a hundred more if it could change her mind.
Leaning down to Qina, he whispers to her while the others continue to talk.
"I like dragons too. Even the white ones! They have much to teach us about improving ourselves."
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"Uh, thanks Allister. I actually don't know anything about the Dawnguard not that you mention it.. Do they accept people of all deities?"
Vivian then gathers up her plans and her diplomatic letters. "We should go speak with the elders again. I might be able to convince them that we're ready to head towards the capital."
I got about a week left on my coat of armor... but once that's done I'm good to go... Oh wait speaking of armor.
Brezik opens up his back pack and reaches an impossible depth into it. He pulls out a beautifully burnished filigree. The keys claimed from the crypt of the everflame have been reshaped in the shapes of flames and delicately riveted together. The work is obviously not finished but at the moment it is clear that the flames of various baser metals are surrounding a silver holy symbol of Gorum.
It's got allot more work to be done... there's a bunch more keys to work into it... and we'll have to fit it to the armor itself of course... but I thought it would make a decent decoration for your full plate armor Vivian... and it prolly wouldn't hurt you to have a holy symbol permanently attached to the armor eh?
"ROAD TRIP!" Qina squeals with delight at the prospect of traveling to a large city, something she has never seen before.
"A week gives me enough time to pack and maybe do a tattoo." She begins twiddling her fingers in excitement.
Taking his headwrap off, Gad'larr nods at the turn of the conversation.
"I am as ready as I will ever be. Rest is good, but action is better. Besides my mother keep complaining
I'm eating her out of house and home! So it's probably best that we journey soon, so she learns to miss
me again!"
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Vivian's jaw drops at the filigree, "Brezik. I. Had. No. Idea. OHMYGORUMTHANKYOUTHANKYOUIMGOINGTOLOOKSOBADASS!!!!" She drops her gathered papers and takes a few big steps to be next to the dwarf. Then drops to her knees and starts looking obsessively over the metalwork. "I had no idea that you knew the jewelry techniques too! These are all those keys from the crypt?! The color and shine is so strong! The swirls in the mixing metal grains! You have to let me repay you somehow Brezik, let me apprentice at the forge at the least. Hey! I'll write a letter to the militia in Skelt! I trained with a guy there and he mentioned some killer ore in the Lost Mines just south. I sure I can strike some sort of a deal and get you some great materials!"
Vivian jumps to her desk and begins writing immediately.
Seeing the keys from the crypt being put to good use, Gad chuckles.
"Beautiful Brezik! Just make sure you get it enchanted so the wearer can open locks with a touch!"
Brezik looks around obviously uncomfortable with the attention. He sees Qina and gives her a little push towards the others.
Qina Did most of the design work!!!
He looks down at the table where he had set down his apple. The dwarf retrieves the fruit and shoves it into his mouth to calm his nerves.
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Allister looks at the filigree full of envy, suddenly feeling that his own armor is woefully inadequate and plain.
"It's very nice, Vivian," he says, afraid anything further will be an obvious bluff.
The paladin of the Dawnguard is raring for adventure, the mundane tasks to which he has been assigned since they returned (the only tasks he is mentally capable of), are beyond boring for him.