Adrissant sagely greets Tanner as well. "Ah, yes, Mister Illengrin. Petros mentioned you often. He said you had 'potential'. He was quite fond of you, you know, though he said that you have 'myriad issues to deal with'." Despite his Ustalavic accent, he does a passable job mimicking Lorrimor's Taldan accent. "I hope that has worked out for you thus far." He offers a wry, knowing grin to Tanner.
'Northwest. Excellent! Thank you Proffessor! That alone will help hugely!' Aydan shakes the man's hand enthusiastically once again, a smile on his face.
'Yes. I think that improves our odds of success rather seriously! I can't thank you enough!' We can get in there and get this done. I won't fail again. I'll relive that nightmare vision once more tonight, but with this newfound direction, even exhaustion won't slow me down tomorrow. I must go to the blacksmith after I'm done. I haven't had time to add Petros' name to my blade. I'll earn his name. Not inherit it, through blood or pain. I'll write this one in victory and broken spirits.
Aydan turns his grin on his companions, the man's mood improved as rapidly as it worsened, the large white smile on his dirty face is like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, and he narrowly avoids dancing a jig with Runyon. We can do this!
Tanner returns a dry chuckle, "Been trying, but unfortunately, I seem to have developed a few more since arriving in this town."
He bows his head and then walks off to see if there is a side bar nearby.
Kendra returns to the study, having stepped out to fetch some refreshments. Thoughtfully, she has included a glass of alcohol for Tanner. Apparently the Professor told her more than she lets on about him. For the rest of them, there is more of the same hot drink, the kafe from another side of the world, along with some more mundane tea. She offers the tray to Professor Adrissant, who politely thanks her as he takes one of the more traditional cups of tea. She holds up the tray for the rest, offering it to each in turn.
Adrissant takes a sip of the tea, then looks at the group over the tip of the glass. "I would warn you, however, that the day is not the best time to go into the prison. Yes, the sun does weaken many of the undead, but many types are unaffected. The advantage of entering the prison at night will be that the ghosts will be more active, more visible. While you will still need magic to injure them as you would the living, the ghosts that are invisible by the light of day will be visible when the sun goes down. If you truly want to fight an apparition and destroy it, at least long enough to figure how to destroy it permanently, you must find a weapon that is steeped in the magic of both worlds. Once a ghost has been injured in such a manner, destruction of its remains and/or whatever material item it holds closest can destroy the haunt permanently." He takes another long sip, allowing them to digest the information. "You've been quiet. If I recall correctly the details of Petros's endless students and apply some deductive reasoning, that would make you Marilwenn Galadruinnon. He mentioned that you prefer a human-granted name, Runyon. I've always been curious as to that. I have yet to meet an elf who, when given the opportunity, would not list his or her lineage a dozen generations back. While I enjoy the listening, especially in tracking the magical bloodlines, I have always found it to be more for their own benefit than mine."
"uhm... Ich never had any... uhm... formal training. With weapons," Melk looks somewhat uneasily, his frozen smile a bit out-of-place. "Ich just hit things, with my hands. Do you know a way for me to be effective against the spirits?"
Tanner enjoys a long pull at his drink, making up for the little sips he has been moderating himself with all day...Hells of a day!
At mention of weapons, Tanner's attention comes back. "Before we go tomorrow, would there be someplace to get a weapon. All I have is a walking stick and an over-sized machete. I think the Sheriff thought it best I didn't walk through town brandishing weapons, but I would like to pick up something to feel a little more useful...but of course against ghosts, what is useful?"
'Steeped in the magic of both worlds. Would that we had such a weapon Professor. We have been largely using blessed water, granted to us, somewhat begrudgingly perhaps by the local priest of the Lady of Graves. The suggestion about approaching at night is solid however. We'll rest tonight, and maybe pursue some business in the village tomorrow. Then enter the accursed place once more when dark falls. We'll make for the infirmary in the northwest, thats not too far from the exit we found. Tell me professor do you know of any nearby place that would have access to these magically steeped weapons. Even one of them would greatly aid us in our endeavours. If not, we should probably stop quizzing you and move on to brighter topics, it doesn't the mind well to dwell.' Aydan smiles easily at that, but is clearly wrapped up in planning the excusion tomorrow night.
The middle-aged professor has an answer for all of Aydan's questions, as well as an indefatigable ability to answer them. "It's not well-known, but the best way to get one such weapon is to take it from a ghost." At their confused looks, he clarifes his meaning. "The ghosts will try to pick up the trappings of their lives, generally with little success. Over time, this can cause these items to partially merge into that world, at least in a metaphysical sense. If their efforts have caused an item to shift in this manner, it exists fully in both worlds. Now, the Harrowstone is the best source for haunts im the area, so it is likely the only place you can find such an item."
Tanner's head snaps up. "Well, there was the axe. Professor, we fought the prison's executioner's axe. Not sure there was a ghost attached to it, but it was in the day light. But by your logic, if the spirits can wield it, perhaps they can be harmed by it. We hacked the handle to bits, but a new handle can be acquired here in town likely.
"What we want is Kalkaroth's knife." Azuk'ai suddenly pipes in. "We thought it would be in the prisoners possessions storage area but were unable to locate the room." Azuk'ai's eyes narrow as he stares hard at Professor Adrissant. "You wouldn't have happened to stumble onto thet room perchance?"
"Ja, we have determined that the recent killings have been committed by the ghost of Kalkaroth. We had hoped to get to him today, but the Harrowstone beat us off. You... maybe you can help the Sheriff set the defenses tonight? We expect the ghost to strike again."
Adrissant rises, clearly tired by his travels. "It is time for me to retire. I fear there is little I can do. I am not a man with knowledge of spells or prayers, simply of history and bloodlines. I suggest that you get some rest as well. It seems that you have quite a challenge to face tomorrow." As he leaves, he remembers about the other questions. "Oh! The axe may work. The psychic energy of the ghostly possession is not measurable. You simply have to give it a try and see what works. As for the property room, I believe that Petros and I mapped it to a room in the southeast blocked by a heavy door. We never made it inside, so that is conjecture on my part. I will draw a layout of what I recall when I get to my room, so that you can have it on your next trip."
After he takes his leave, Kendra collects the cups from their hot drinks. Outside the window, the mists gather around the city. "All we can do is wait. I'm sure the sheriff is doing the best that he can, but these people are headstrong and proud. They will most likely stay in their homes, saying the same prayers that their parents taught them to ward off the ghosts. Once the sun is up to protect the town, things will be better..." She looks wistfully out the window, then turns back to them. "Your rooms are ready upstairs if you want to get some sleep. If you want to bathe, you may enjoy Father's water tub. It's heated by magic, which is pleasant on a cool night like tonight."
'I'll take you up on that Kendra! Its been a long day, of blood and dust.'
Aydan takes his time in bathing, trying to work out the knots in his shoulders and insure the remnants of his wounds are well cleaned before he retires and updates his journal carefully and methodically. He goes to bed early, but sleep evades him for a long time before he nods off.
Run had come in and immediately gone into Petros' library. The men with whom she traveled were all fine and brave, but after being around people for too long she got tetchy and needed to be on her own. Petros used to say she needed to recover her people energy, and that it was just part of being Forlorn and never truly belonging to this people or that.
She got rapidly lost in various books on religion, a topic that had never been her strong suit, and which the day's conversations brought strongly to mind as a valuable thing to brush up on. She'd been poring over books for hours before she feel asleep, heedless of her companions' voices a couple rooms over, her head on a stack of books, snoring terribly for the four hours of rest that was all her elven blood required.
Looking over himself at Kendra's offer of a bath Azuk'ai becomes all-too concious of the dirt and grime he carried into her home. Fingering the ichor slatered between the links of his chain he blushes and his ears droop, "I'll take that bath as well, please. And I need to wash my gear as well." head bowed he heads into his room to strip of his clothing, finding he didn't think to bring a spare set he ends up wrapping himself in his sheats as he heads out for the offered bath.
Soaking for a while he uses the oportunity of hot water to take a knife to the stubble of hair growing over his scarred body, growing in ugly patches Azuk'ai wished that a more permanent method than shaving was available. He knew his scarring was ugly but when his hair grew out, he looked monstreous, and he had no wish to look anything like his monster of a sire.
His skin raw as he gets out of the bath he heads directly to his chamber to clean out his gear before collapsing from exhaustion.
Tanner drops his pack by the door and sits in the armchair in the corner He relaxes some of the tension of the day, but then his eyes focus on the bed. Tired and mentally exhausted, he wouldn't mind a bath, but not sure he can stay awake to take his turn.
He continues to stare at the bed not able to bring himself to lay down on it. It was only this morning...just this morning... His weariness catches up to him still siting in the chair as he falls asleep.
The night is cold and wet, as all nights in Ustalav are. Strange howls pierce the silence from time to time, as unknown horrors lurk in the moors that surround Ravengro. Still, they know that there are much closer horrors that plague that town, and fear the news that awakening brings. The daylight that brings a sigh of relief to the townspeople will likely bring bad tidings, despite Benjan Caeller's best efforts. When the sun appears to chase away the night and the mists, the inhabitants of Lorrimor Manor are already awake.
Kendra makes a simple breakfast of bread, eggs, and ham, with Father Harking and Professor Adrissant in attendance. Knowing that there is likely a grim discovery about to be made, there is little conversation between them. Adrissant offers his condolences one last time to Kendra, then takes his leave of Ravengro. "I am returning to Caliphas, as I must return to my research. It was good to make your acquaintance, my friends. If you find yourself in the capital, be sure to find me at the University." He leaves them, pulling on a long black overcoat as he makes his way to the door. As it shuts, the five adventurers look to each other. It's time to go put a stop to Kalkaroth tonight, once and for all.
"Thank you for your help Professor," Melk is up early. Tangibly restless, even if his smile is real. "And thank you Kendra," he adds as he tears a bread and places ham on it to eat. He addresses everybody present with "Wir have all day to prepare... - but I don't really know where to go or what to do? We don't have many more resources compared to yesterday. Less in fact. Any ideas?"
Wolfing down his breakfast Azuk'ai just follows the professor with his eyes as he makes out the door, finishing in a hurry as the door slams shut he quickly starts talking. "You think he was right about visiting at night? Maybe we ought to give it a try, but first I'd like another crack at that locked door. I really didn't get a chance at the lock and I'm certain it's the storage were looking for."
"I am with you on that Azuk'ai. I would not mind exploring at night, but it would be good to make another go at getting that knife before any ghosts materialize and start using it on us.
Tanner fills up at breakfast, realizing that he had very little to eat since two nights ago. He pulls out his flask and buffs the grime and blood off it. He gives it a shake noticing the heft and slosh of its contents. "Um..Kendra? Is there a chance I can top off my fortification before heading back to the prison?"
'I can't disagree,' Aydan looks at Akuz'ai as he devours his enormous plate of food with relish, 'But I'm not sure we can manage two runs today. Yesterday nearly got us killed. I say we wait til near dusk, then aim for that locked door, followed by finding the infirmary where Proffessor Adrissant mentioned it was. Today we need a haft for an axe, to see if I can get that exuctioner's axe to work against ghosts. We also need to stock up on holy water. We're already running low. Finally, though. We have to go find the Sheriff and see what happened last night,' Aydan's good humor fades with the last sentence, he wasn't looking forward to discovering another death.
'In fact,' Aydan stands and gathers his possessions. 'We should get about that now. Thank you for the food Kendra, your kindness keeps us all afloat in these troubled times.'
"Oh.. right.." Azuk'ai's ears droop a little as he looks at his empty plate in embarasment when Ayden mentions the innocents under the sheriffs care. "Right, let's head out. Plenty to do." He says and goes to get his gear to meet the group at the door.
"Aber it should be good news that we heard no news yet, right?" Melk's naivety is a bit apparent at this point.
'I can only hope so my friend. I can only pray so.' Aydan nods grimly, then smiles a thanks at Kendra again before heading out of the manor and down into the village, he keeps his head down and his pace fast making for the sherriffs office. As he approaches he looks around to see if he can learn anything of the situation within.
Perception:
With Aydan leading the way, the five of them walk quietly through town. It seems quieter and more ominous than before. The mist clings to the ground stubbornly, despite a chill wind from the south. The days are growing shorter, the nights longer, and the temperature is beginning to dip. Winter will be upon them soon, and it will bring the icy grip of snow to all of Ustalav. Lamashtan, the first month of the fall, is named after the Demon Queen and Mother of Monsters. In most countries, it is simply a name chosen from a more primitive time, but the people of Ustalav know that the month belongs to her. They fear what calamities and omens that she brings with her at the apex of her power, and it is this fear that grips the small town of Ravengro on this day.
They arrive at Caellar's office without incident. They barely see anyone in the chilled outdoors, but a few of the citizens watch them walk the abandoned streets from inside their windows. He looks up at them from behind his desk, where he sits with his face buried in his hands. He appears older and more tired than before. Clearly the killings are taking a toll on him. "I expect that you know what I am about to tell you." He waits for a moment, but no one interrupts him. "There has been another murder. Two, actually. Sythra and Tehtra Tildor. They were twins, only fourteen years old. Their parents are farmers out on the south side of the town. The girls didn't come to milk the cows in the morning. Ryodan, their father, went into their room and discovered them. Dead, just like Kilder Sothale and Sarianna Vai, and drained of blood."
He pauses again, obviously very upset by the murders, and takes a moment to compose himself. "The citizens are ready to panic. I have my deputies out in full force, but they can't do much against this threat. Councilman Hearthmount has declared an emergency meeting tonight at sunset. I fear that the town will not wait that long, and that their search for the killer will tear Ravengro apart."
'Would we be able to help, or would we make the situation worse Sheriff? We plan to go to the Harrowstone tonight and try to end this curse once and for all.' Aydan stands opposite the sheriff and resists patting the man on the shoulder reassurringly. Out this far in the country physical contact with strangers is looked upon warily.
"Aye, we believe we have discovered the method to dispatch Kalkaroth, our next step is to aquire the means and face him. Harrowstone is haunted, we can confirm that, gods know what went on in there, things are pretty crazy up there."
Tanner runs his hand through his hair as he shakes his head side to side. "I don't know if that should be our plan, especially in light of there being more...attacks. If the ghost is down in the village and countryside at night...doing what it does. Going into the prison tonight may be too late. I still think we get our supplies and go knock down some doors. Let him come for us tonight, without his precious knife."
Tanner looks to the others to see what was though of this.
"Speaking of supplies...," as Tanner looks at Azuk'ai and Aydan bristling in weapons. "I want what you guys got. I don't want to walk back in there with just a walking stick or an over-sized machete. Is there a way I can get something with a little more heft or..style."
Run closes her eyes and shakes her head sadly at the Sheriff's news. "Not more! Those poor girls." She pushes her giant hat up on her forehead and twists her mouth. "I know I'll be no help calming the populace or speaking with priests, but I can visit the magic store again and see about getting potions or scrolls focused on dealing with ghosts, now that I have a better idea what it is we're up against in Harrowstone, and around here. Maybe healing potions, too, though I will..." she gulps and looks at the ground, her pale skin flushing and her hair turning a deeper shade of green, like summer grass "...I will need gold. I have none." She says meekly.
Melk is heart-broken. "Ai ai ai ...it is my fault, I could not stomach the hauntings of the Harrowstone. I was afraid." He sobs, "It's not fair, warum must it be so overwhelming. We are but men."
"We... we must try again." His teary eyes seem delusional, the way they are framed by his smiling countenance. "A new leaf. We must turn it."
Tanner comes over and puts a hand on Melk's shoulder "Hey there. Buck up." He says in a friendly voice. "We already learned so much about how that Prison is working...what to avoid...what might be haunted. A little better prepared, I am sure we can find what we need up there. We will stop these attacks."
Sheriff Caeller seems quite overwhelmed by the death flooding his hometown, but is not quite ready to surrender to Kalkaroth's murderous intent. He stands up and pulls out a key, walking to a locked door on the side of the office. He opens the door, which leads to a small room hardly bigger than a closet, and pulls a chest from the floor. He strains to carry it, putting it on his desk with a heavy thump. With the key, he opens the chest to reveal the contents: gold pieces. "There are five-thousand gold pieces in here. They've been sitting at the bottom of that chest, hidden in the storage closet for ten years. I found it with Magistrate Joffeno's cultists. I should have melted it down and destroyed it, but I figured that it could do the town some good. I never took it out of that closet. It always seemed tainted to me, like my wife's blood had been poured all over it." He sighs deeply. "But gold is gold. I brought it here so that it could do some good, and that's what it's going to do. Take it. I definitely don't want it. Get what you need done to end this threat to the town. There's a blacksmith you can use, a dwarven woman named Jorfa. She's quiet and keeps to herself, but she is a good smith and has a solid forge. You can also try the general store for supplies, or Jominda's Apothecary if you want some of her wares. I take it that you met Alendru in the Unfurled Scroll, so you can ask him about magic. There's not a lot to this town, but I'm sure you can find what you need. Anything else, just ask."
Melk's eyes look at the tremendous heaps of gold with uncertainty. He's definitely never seen coins to such quantity before. "We can only use this to save the town. No more girls may die!" He mentally recounts the events of the prior day, then asks, "Denkst du - do you think that there is something, a potion maybe, that I can take that helps me keep my head." Shamefully his head droops a little, "I panicked in there. It should not happen again. Also, something that can protect me, I'm not familiar with these armors and they'd hinder me as much as they'd help. The professor last night said that we'd need magic of sorts to fight the ghosts."
'Melk has the right of it. Especially anything that can add magic to weaponry. I'd love to be able to bring my sword to bear on Kalkoroth.' Aydan says it with and intensity that implies that there would be few things that could grant him greater pleasure than taking his blade to the serial killing ghost.
'Thank you Sheriff. Your a damned good, and we're lucky to have you on our side.' Aydan takes the sheriff's hand and shakes it vigourously.
'Alright. Lets get to the apothecary and the magic shop, see if'n they can't get us some of what we need, yes?' The big man smiles grimly, intent on finishing the murders before the next dawn.
"Maybe we should split this up here before visiting the shops. Probably best not walking around down carrying a chest full of gold. Doesn't seem...proper."
After dividing the gold five ways, they separate to buy what supplies they need. Aydan heads to the blacksmith with Tanner, while Runyon and Melk head to the apocethary and Azuk'ai checks the general store. The few townspeople braving the chill look at them with suspicion and mistrust.
Aydan and Tanner arrive at Jorfa's forge with no trouble. It is difficult to get lost in such a small town. The heat coming from the building is quite welcome in the chilled air; it is warm enough that they can feel it while still outside. They open the door, nearly bowled over by the blast furnace inside. A beardless dwarven woman looks up from her worktable, where she is hammering the inside of a breastplate that still glows red. She is wearing hardly more than a thin, sweaty shirt and breeches. "Well, you coming in or not? You're letting the hot air out! You're gonna make the metal brittle!"
Jominda's apocothery is a strange litle shop, as Runyon and Melk discover. The bell above the door jingles as they come in, a surprisingly cheerful sound in this place. Sweet, exotic smells emanate from the insence burning inside. The shopkeeper, presumably Jominda, comes out from behind a curtain-hidden doorway in the back. She is a pretty woman with dark hair and dark eyes, suggesting a Varisian heritage. "Welcome. How can I help you?" She greets them with a wide smile.
Alone, Azuk'ai arrives in the general store. The store seems well-stocked with food and supplies. There are even a few crudely-constructed weapons on the walls mixed with the farming implements. He stands alone, but no one comes to help him. The store is eerily quiet. His ears move a bit listening for anything, but he hears nothing.
'Morning to you blacksmith! We would like to provide you with some more work, we can chat once you've hammered out that fine breastplate.' Aydan nods and smiles at the woman as she works, enjoying the warmth of the forge. Though I'll soon be yearning for the cool air outside, but thats always the way. The living are never happy with thier lot.
"Guten Tag," Melk greets, bowing slightly. He's always held merchants and shopkeepers to some reverence. His prison childhood exposed him to disparate views of possessions and the means by which they are acquired; and he held that anybody able to own large amounts of goods for sale must - in a way - be a minor potentate.
"The good Sheriff has entrusted us with exploring the Harrowstone prison. We hope to find the source of the recent killings there. We tried yesterday, but the place was terrible and deadly; we barely escaped with our lives. We must go again tonight, but need to be better prepared." Melk goes on to explain the troubles and his hope that some magical potions would be able to boost the odds of success.
Tanner hops in quickly. "Always ready to comply to a Lady's wishes." He starts to look around, "Aydan, I imagine most of this won't be much use against...the immaterial. But against big spiders and axes, I imagine a breastplate would be handy. Can you help me pick one out, my brother was always good at stuff like that. I would always pick the one that would look the best. And he would say, 'Your looks won't matter with a spear in your gut.' " Tanner continues to look at the displayed items, but the imitation of his brother's voice was spot on, for those that knew him.
Tanner continues to look at the displayed items, but the imitation of his brother's voice was spot on, for those that knew him.
Aydan's hand jumps to his sword hilt and he goes pale. 'Sorry. What did you say?'
Ghosts. This town is full of ghosts. I'm just hearing things. I need to add Petros' name to my sword. That's all. I'm remembering old ghosts when I think of my sword. Ariost and Gorrid. And Petros. I hope I don't have to add to many more names.
'Nevermind,' he says with a slightly forced laugh. 'I just got distracted there for a moment!' He grins again, more easily this time.
'Say, Jorfa, do you do etching in steel? I need to get a name written on my sword and I was wondering if you could do it and how long it would take. I can show you the blade now, it has two names on it already as it happens.'
Taking in the sounds, or lack there off, and smells of the shop Azuk'ai slowly makes his way into the shop, listening and looking for any signs of life.
Jorfa puts the breastplate aside and stows her hammer on a wall. She walks up to Aydan as quickly as her dwarven legs will allow and takes the sword from his scabbard without asking. She looks it up and down, getting a feel for the blade and its balance. It looks out of place, such a large blade in the hands of a small dwarf female. Jorfa looks approvingly at it when she looks at it from the side. "This is good craftsmanship. Unless I'm mistaken, the steel is from Janderhoff. Good quality steel. Holds up well to time. The sword was crafted in Korvosa, sometime prior to Aroden's death. Good time for swordmaking." She hands it back to Aydan. "I can etch a name in about twenty minutes. Just don't ask for elven script. Some of the passing noble youths from Caliphas ask for it, or dwarven runes, with no idea what they mean. Such pretty, useless swords they have. Ain't never gonna get swung!" She glances over at Tanner. "Armor's over that way. Don't touch the one that's glowing red. I can do commission work if you've got a special request."
Jominda's body language shifts, some tension leaving her. She seems to accept Melk's answer, turning her friendliness more genuine. "Yes, I have what you might want. Some of it, I have on hand, but I can custom-brew the rest. You'll have to pay up-front, of course, but you can come pick up by tonight." She tallies the purchases up on a piece of paper and circles the number, then goes under a counter to pull out two potions and two vials of oil. She arranges them in a line on the counter. "This potion will protect your body as if you are wearing weightless armor for about an hour. It is made with a cedarwood base, with a touch of safflower and white oak bark and a small bit of cured leather. This potion will remove any lingering fear from your mind, giving you courage to face what is in that cursed place. It is made of powdered sulfur, vetiver root, and pennyroyal. I warn you, the taste is not delightful. It has a shorter effect, maybe 10 minutes at most. Finally, this oil will help you strike true if you spread it over your weapon, though it will only last a minute. It is made with kyphi oil, with a touch of olibanum and myrrh. The total price of all these comes to 300 gold pieces." She smiles warmly at Melk, waiting for his response.
Azuk'ai looks around the quiet general store, trying to figure where everyone is. He is very quiet, stalking around the displays of goods like Wesh's pet, barely making a noise save for the occasional small creak of leather armor. He turns a corner, then stops in shock. A half-elf woman with dark hair and light eyes stands before him. She is attractive for her age, though she looks quite tired. It takes a moment for Azuk'ai to realize that it is his mother, here in Ravengro. She smiles at him affectionately, a mother's love clearly shining through. "Azuk'ai, my son. How I've missed you."
Aydan nods seriously to the dwarven woman. 'Excellent. Your skill is impressive. I'd like you to etch the name Petros Lorrimor above Gorrid Dandraggar. Would you like me to pay now? and would you happen to have any weapon blanches?'
Azuk'ai draws up short at the sight of his mother, shock and disbelief writen all over his features. "Mother? What.. What are you doing here?" he asks brusquely, stiffening up. "I.. I'm sorry. Mother." he says, softening up and taking a step forward. "Oemveela sa seaniram, E ils quylaan laymtymelaaw ane laaa aey irama el Milelalvme. Amiral wew aey ilmmeela? Illw sila E illan amirilan fmelvla aey irama?" he says switching over to elvish and toning down his voice respectfully, they always spoke together in elvish, the better to hide his heritage.
Azuk'ai's mother responds in her fluent, graceful elvish tongue, "Teluaasana andua rutinnae teretea wou. Hesash emphaena nu selanna. Tanaaru tela setuna o orcahasa. Lethia tangya seluathia!" She emphasizes her words with an uncharacteristic venom.
"Oh - vielen Dank!" Melk's eyes glow with pride of possession as he pays the 300 gp. Though he studies the potions a bit uncomprehending. "I'll come fetch the last two tonight, thank you so much. How..." He makes sure to ask - a bit naively - how each is used; and tries hard to memorize their appearance and effect, so he can use them with relative ease in the future.
Taken aback by the venom in his mother voice Azuk'ai non the less understands her dislike for the residents of Ravengro. "Seaniram.. E.." he begins hesitantly, unable to look his mother in the eye. 'I cannot just leave... What about Kendra!? My friends?'
"Tycaillaa seaniram, silna sa ylwamlaanillw. Amirilan we aey nleam? Iream wew aey cailml anirela? Anira tyaetyca irama laaas le amemlaa anirill anira malaan eo anira Ylaanilcileleillla, tyaanana illw laylatyenyeeyla, layma, fyan elenyalan lel anira calala." he says, his voice going up a pitch as he pleads with his mother, the discomfort of her propostition evident on all his features.
"Please mother, make me understand. What do you know? How did you learn this? The people here seem no worse than the rest of the Ustalavians, petty and suspicious, sure, but inocent non the less."