"Awwwww!" Abomentolor replies in played sadness.
"Who is coming along?" Tauriell asks.
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After quite some time playing her violin Niamh's arms start to become heavier and heavier and finally she tells Sam "I'm sorry. But if I keep playing it will sound like a harried cat." She drops her arms and packs the instrument into the violin case.
"You're quite good. Are you searching an employment or what is it you're after?" Leruu Kantiki asks.
Niamh bows happily about the grateful audience that she often misses on their missions.
"I am not always in Magnimar, but yes, as long as I am I'm searching an employment." she replies to Leruu.
"What's your price?" Leruu Kantiki asks.
Niamh squints her eyes, thinking. "2 gold per hour. I would want to play four or five days per week." Her face relaxes and a smile appears on her face.
"Why not. As long as my customers have fun. Once they are bored with you, you're out." Leruu Kantiki replies. "You can start immediately if you like."
"Tomorrow." Niamh nods thinking it's quite fun to see herself in big. "I wish you a wonderful rest of the day and until tomorrow."
"Same to you!" Leruu tells her good bye.
Niamh leaves the Captains Club through the door and walks elated to the Shadow Clock to meet the group. On her way she sees the temple and decides to throw a look at it.
"You ate the canary? Tauriell asks Niamh with a grin.
"Nope. I met myself in big and have a four to five days per week job." The halfling replies with her grin growing bigger and adds "You should remember that I'm a vegetarian."
"Did someone cast a spell on you to make you larger?" Tauriell inquires.
"No. I met Leruu from the Captains Club." Niamh explains and her grin grows even bigger if that's possible. "First I saw a girl searching a job as barkeeper and the bouncer sent her away. However, I asked if I may play -that rhymes!" Niamh interjects estatic before she continues "Then he starts grinning and told me to go in. And I asked him how the 'boss' looks like. And then he grinned even more and told me she has the same hat like me and then I walked inside searching for a red hat with a feather. And then..." she giggles and chuckling she continues "She called me mini me and looks exactly like me. Everyone there found that quite funny. And now I have a job, as long as the audience has fun." Niamh finishes.
"Alright." Tauriell replies looking doubtful. "At least you had unspoiled fun. We are planning some fun for Abomentolor with the evil guys who blackmail Gwenhwyfar here. Want to come along?"
"Sure. Your day wasn't funny?"
"Oh, we had quite some fun. Abomentolor introduced himself to the public in his own charming way. And he is building a temple now. It just got a bit spoiled by these evil blackmailing guys." Tauriell explains. "But that will be solved soon."
"Abomentolor is megalomaniac!" Niamh grumbles.
"I'm no dinosaur. Where did you get that stupid idea." Abomentolor complains.
Niamh raises her eyebrows. "The blistopian springs of ignorance are majestic this time of the year... Or how should I take that?"
"Who needs brains if every problem can be solved with fire." Tauriell replies doing a facepalm.
"If everyone would think so the world would be a very ashen place, don't you think?" the halfling conters.
"It would be a blazing place in bright red, orange and yellow colors." Abomentolor objects with a grin.
Niamh flashes him a grin. "How long would you have anything to burn until everything is burned? But I guess that doesn't want into your brain. Or at least your brain doesn't want it inside. I assume you have a brain or the straw in your head would have caught fire long ago."
"As if I ever needed something to burn to create fire." Abomentolor replies. "But if I ever need straw to burn I can take that on your head." he adds sticking his tongue out.
"You have a point there." Niamh says reluctant. "But my hairs are surely no straw!"
"But why are you building a temple? Do you want to be a new god of fire?" She sticks her tongue at him and adds "Did you ask Gwenhwyfar if you are allowed to do that?"
"Why should I? I can do what I want. And getting myself worshipped as a fire god is a good idea. But I think I postpone that. For now we simply build a temple for the coolest god ever." Abomentolor explains.
"And who would that be? Thremyr?"
Abomentolor looks at Tauriell "Is that an offence?"
"Yes." Tauriell replies. "Interested in details?"
"No. Let's leave this insolent bard here. We have some burning to do." Abomentolor replies and leaves the temple.
"So we're back to the starting question. Who is coming along? At least Destinée should be with us. It would be a shame if Abomentolor burnt down the wrong blue wagon." Tauriell says.
Niamh ambles behind the gnome.
"I guess we're going all then." Gwenhwyfar replies.
"I suppose I could tag along. I would like to see what they have to say for themselves." Jimmy says
"Great. Let's go." Tauriell says and follows Abomentolor.
Destinée takes the lead to Lowcleft and the Varisian camp with the wagons parking there and in it's midst the blue wagon. "That one."
"That sucks." Tauriell states and whispers something in Gwenhwyfar's ear.
"That's a nice idea." Gwenhwyfar replies and whispers something in Destinée's ear.
Destinèe flies off.
"What are we doing now?" Abomentolor asks impatient.
"Waiting." Tauriell answers looking around."And keep a tight grip on your valuables."
"What for?"
"Infantry." Tauriell tells keeping an eye on the surroundings.
Destinée comes back after a short while followed by the sound of full plate in a quick march.
"What is it? Have you finally found someone you can't impress on your own?" Oriana asks with a sneer.
"I'm not allowed to level half the town. So you're going to cover our back. And kick in that door." Abomentolor orders with a grim look on his face pointing to the blue wagon.
