"I need someone who is willing to be the concierge and cook in my new home." Abomentolor replies.
"It isn't what I was searching for but it's better than nothing I guess." Isabella replies shrugging.
"What is it you're searching for?" Tauriell wants to know.
"I'm a cleric. What I really want to do is brewing beer and spreading my faith." she explains pulling out a golden mug holding it up.
"What kind of religion is that?" Abomentolor asks.
"She is a cleric of the most relaxed deity we have. Their motto is along the line of 'Do what you like and drink.'" Tauriell chuckles.
Isabella wants to object but says "Yes, mostly that." She sees that more nuanced but has to learn to be more relaxed as theological disputes have a bad reputation in her church.
"I like that. Where is the temple of that god?" Abomentolor asks.
"There is no temple in Magnimar. And real temples are a rarity anyway. Most of the time it is a tavern or something like that dedicated to Cayden Cailean." Isabella replies.
"That's cool. I want a temple of my own. Gwenhwyfar has one and I want one too. We're going to build a tavern temple for that god of drinking into the Shadow Clock." Abomentolor explains "And you're going to be the cleric for that."
Isabella's jaw drops.
Tauriell pats Isabella's back "I guess today is your lucky day. But you have to prepare breakfast for all of us three everyday. At least if we're at home."
"What's your name by the way?"
"I'm Isabella Caliana." she replies.
Abomentolor leads the way to the Shadow Clock. Once in he interrupts the carpenters "Hey guys. Change of plans. We need a tavern temple thing on the ground floor. This gal here will tell you what is needed. And do it in a way that we can serve drinks and meals while you're still working. That would also be to your benefit."
"I guess I'll stay here then?" Isabella asks.
"Yes." Abomentolor replies.
Along the road comes a cart pulled by a grumpy dwarf accompanied by a man with a better mood. It is Torbin Steelhammer. "I have your brass sign here." he 'greets' the gnome.
Abomentolor takes a look at the sign. "That is really most excellent."
"Please fix it to the wall here right of the door."
Turning to Tauriell he adds "We should move to the temple of Gwenhwyfar. I don't want to miss the action."
Torbin would like to tell this gnome where he could put that sign himself. But that wouldn't go well with his employer. And since he would have to go back to door watching duty he decides to do as asked. But the man that came with him becomes the target of his frustration. "You lift that up and hold it in place so I can hammer in the bolts." he orders.
"I'm Tauriell by the way." the elf tells Isabella. "Take care. We'll come back later." She follows Abomentolor to the temple of Sarenrae where they wait for the visit. Tauriell plays a bit with the kids casting dancing lights in funny shapes.
As Gwenhwyfar notices the boy she moves outside to meet him. She squats to be on eye level with him and greets him. "Hello. I'm Gwenhwyfar. What is your name?"
"Hello George. Are you hungry? I have some stew. If you'd like to have some."
Gwenhwyfar takes the note and reads it. She stands up and looks in the direction the boy looked over his shoulder. She considers what to do. "Come with me George. I have the pouch with the coins inside." She grabs the boys arm and drags him inside without waiting for a reply.
"Jimmy! Our plan is foiled. They have sent George here to collect the 100gold."
"It just complicates it somewhat. Take him in the other room and give him the gold please." Jimmy says thinking fast, waiting till the boy is out of earshot, "Abomentollor, please cast invisibility and fly on Tauriell once the boy leaves. They will be looking for him to be followed by foot, they won't expect you to follow him from the sky. Tauriell, follow the boy until you find who he gives the money to, then follow them. Once you know where they reside, would you be kind enough to come let us know? How does that all sound?"
"The plan is almost good. But you would need Niamh to cast invisibility. My invisibility doesn't last long enough for that plan." Abomentolor replies.
"Well how long does yours last?"
"Almost a minute." Abomentolor replies.
Gwenhwyfar gives George a pouch with 100gold. "Here, take this and give it to those people that sent you. And please be careful and come here again when you're done. I still have the stew for you and would like to see that you're alright. Yes?" She looks at him for confirmation that he has understood and then sends him on the way.
As he is out of sight she says "Destinée please follow the gold." Turning to the others she tells "A minute would be enough to make sure the boy is safe. Please follow him."
Destinée flies out of the window and moves through the shadows over the roofs to watch the boy and the rather heavy pouch.
Abomentolor casts invisibility and starts moving after the boy. Adding fly he quickly catches up and watches where he goes.
Abomentolor follows the boy for a short distance after he delivered the pouch but looses interest and returns to the temple. "That boy is safe. Or at least not threatened by those thugs or whatever they were."
Destinée follows these two over the roofs in Underbridge and as they move to the more lively parts of town she simply walks on the ground hiding in shadows or walking under carts. Waiting under the blue wagon for quite some time she finally decides to move back. Not caring for hiding any more she simply rises 200feet into the air and flies back.
Landing in the temple she strokes along Gwenhwyfar's legs and purrs.
"Kitty cat is back. Can we now go and punish the bad guys?" Abomentolor asks.
"That orange haired dwarf seems to be impatient." Destinée replies.
"I am no dwarf!" Abomentolor replies offended.
"Really? Who would have thought - with you being short and hairy in your face." Destinée replies in a snobbish tone. "But if you're interested in these nuances of race, let me tell you: I'm no kitty cat."
"I liked your cat better when she didn't talk." Abomentolor replies to Gwenhwyfar.
"You are lucky that no real dwarf is around or you might be in trouble." Tauriell comments. "So... care to tell where the bag of gold went?"
Destinée strokes two more times slowly around Gwenhwyfar's legs "It went out of the shadows and into a blue wagon that stands close to the cleft."
Gwenhwyfar picks up the not-cat and strokes her between the ears. "That raises the question about what to do now."
Abomentolor smiles. He has a mental image that contains a lot of fire.
"You can't ignore it. It would become rather expensive to pay that amount of money every month. Or is it week?" Tauriell thinks aloud. "But you must decide if you want a surgical solution or if you let our dwarf here convert part of town into a burnt wasteland."
"No one suggesting to get the City Guard?" Gwenhwyfar asks.
"I guess they come without calling if you let Abomentolor do that his way." Tauriell chuckles. "But if you call them yourself - what are you going to tell them?"
"I'll tell them a little boy forced me to give him 100gold by threatening me with a piece of paper." Gwenhwyfar replies frustrated.
"I for one, am for the surgical approach." Jimmy says after listening