Brutus is hypnotized by the apple pie his nose always follows exactly the pie. He feels some annoying pulling but that can't distract him. Finally he hears 'Down.'
Laying down he starts whimpering as his nose no longer can follow the pie.
The man finally manages to hand te pie over to Abomentolor. "Enjoy your breakfast, but I have to hurry now. Good bye." He takes up the handles of his cart and falls in a jog carrying the cart down the road and into the next villa.
Abomentolor commands brutus to get up again. But the dogs head is strictly aimed at the pie. And everytime Abomentolor tries to make hm move he only circles himself.
Frustrated he asks Niamh "Would you please help me here. That doesn't work."
"So much to a war trained dog." Niamh says while she puts out a bun of her cloak. She splits it into eight peaces and waves with one piece in front of Brutus' face.
"Look Brutus. If you are a good dog and want some bun you have to follow me now!" Niamh decoys Brutus.
Brutus happily trots happily after Niamh slobbering the bun parts out of her hand.
Niamh looks at Abomentolor with a triumphant grin.
Abomentolor grumpily ignores Niamh and looks the other way.
Niamh walks toward the house and opens the door. "Do you want to ride your dog inside the house?" she asks Abomentolor holding the door open. "Or do you prefer to walk inside?"
Abomelntolor jumps off the dog. "Have fun with Brutus. I'll tell you when I need him back again."
Grumpily he walks in, puts the pie on the table and gets himself a plate and a fork.
Gwenhwyfar enjoys the sun and the affection from Jimmy in silece. After a while she observes a funny procession of two little people and a huge dog.
Chuckling she points to it. "Look Jimmy."
As they come closer she adds "It looks like they bought breakfast. Shall we go inside?"
Niamh walks after him. "Breakfast for everyone." she shouts and puts the saddle and such off. Taking a piece of the pie for herself and another one for Brutus before she sits down at the table.
Tauriell drags herself out of bed and put some clothes on. She walks into the room checks what's on the table and towards Niamh she says "Because of that pie I will forgive you today. But if you dare to wake me with your fiddling in the middle of the night again..."
"If you are hungry we can go inside, otherwise I would like to sit here with you a while longer, If that's ok?"
"Ok." Gwenhwyfar replies lying relaxed at Jimmy.
Jimmy sits there, his arms around her, her body close to his. He can't remember many times when he was this happy. "You make me happy." Jimmy says into her hair
Tauriell takes a seat and grabs a piece of the pie. She slowly bites off a bit and enjoys the taste of that freshly baked delicacy that's still warm within. The slightly sour apples together with the sweetness of the glacé icing and the perfect shortpastry that falls apart on the tongue it's an explosion of taste in her mouth.
After she is finished celebrating her breakfast she asks "I'm going to the Bazar of Sails again today. Will anyone come along?"
Gwenhwyfar muses about the compliment and smiles. Then a question comes up in her mind: 'What does it make me?'
It's not the jumping around happy, but it is a warm comfy feeling inside. Pulling her legs close she snuggles up a bit more to Jimmy.
"I will join you." looking at Abomentolor she grins and asks him "Do you need your dog?"
"We are a strange pair aren't we? A non-clerical cleric and a non-religious paladin?" Jimmy says repositioning slightly to get comfy, holding Gwen tight
"Mmmmmh, no. I'm a normal follower of Sarenrae and we are a perfectly normal couple. Nothing strange about that." Gwenhwyfar disagrees.
"Propably, as I will come along. I won't sit here staring at the wall while you have fun at the market." the gnome replies.
"A normal follower who can heal cast magic? I'm not saying we aren't normal, what really is normal, just that we aren't what most would expect."
"Well, then when are we going?" Niamh asks Tauriell cheerfully.
"Who and what is normal anyway? But I had my share of 'You are strange!' already. I enjoy being 'normal', thank you." Gwehwyfar replies a bit annoyed by the topic.
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. You just aren't strange to me, you are beautiful."
"I guess there is no normal for me. It's either strange or special. Nothing between." Gwenhwyfar chuckles.
"Well you are my special angel!" Jimmy says laughing tickling Gwen
"Aaaah!" Gwenhwyfar shrieks, jumping up and running away inside. Suddenly the idea of having breakfast is more promising than staying with Jimmy.
She takes a seat takes a pice of pie and with a mischievous smile she waits for Jimmy to come after her.
Jimmy follows inside shortly after Gwen, wrapped up in the blanket he shuffles into his room where he makes the bed and then joins everyone else at the table
Tauriell replies to Niamh "I guess after the meeting with Mrs. Heidmarch. Or do you have additional plans for today?"
"No. I'm fine with that."
"What are we going to do until then?" Niamh asks.
"Maybe I could show you ho to play the fiddle. Of course just if you want to learn it and you promised to treat it good!"
Joining everyone at the table, Jimmy pulls up a chair next to Gwen. He sticks his tongue out at her and places his hand on her leg
Gwehwyfar nudges Jimmy with her elbow. Then she starts feeding him apple pie. "That you become big and strong." she jokes.
"Are you kidding me? What should I do with this shrinked version of a violin?" Tauriel asks
"But MAaaa, I don't like apples!" Jimmy says, laughing and taking a big bite of the pie
Niamh looks really huffy at this insult of her fiddle.
"You are really ungrateful! Such a generous offer and you say something like that! It's not my fault that you are that huge." Niamh snubs Tauriell.
"Apple pie is healthy. Eat it, you'll like it." Gwenhwyfar mockingly scolds Jimmy.
"But you could be more sensitive about my condition before you make me such an offer, sniff." Tauriell responds shedding a crocodiles tear.
"Yeah, yeah, it must be horrible being old and big." Niamh says
with a very sympathetic and tender voice.
"It would be bearable if all the people of normal size wouldn't mock me all the time."
"Hey Jimmy, how about some solidarity from an equally disabled." Tauriell jokes towards Jimmy.
"It really is an issue isn't it. We always have to watch out heads walking under trees don't we, and doorways!"
"You see?" Niamh says pleased. "I have the perfect size and age"
"Yeah, rub it in. And I'm ungrateful."
Getting up from the table Tauriell suggests "Let us go to our big people support group. The meeting starts every minute now."
She pushes the chair under the table and leaves to meet Mrs. Heidmarch in the Meeting House.
Niamh follows her out of the room.
"Oh! I almost forgot. Let us go. That would be really embarrassing if we were late! Gwenhwyfar says also jumping up getting her journal and a pencil before following Tauriell.
"Wait, I'll come." Abometolor says, running after them on his short legs.
As Jimmy also gets up and follows the others, the whole group is on their way to the Meeting House. Mrs. Heidmarch awaits them in the lounge. There she sits together with Koriah Azmeren talking about this and that.
As the group approaches, Koriah gets up "I'll leave now. Goodbye." and to the group she bows adding "I wish you the best in your endeavors as Pathfinders." and leaves.
Mrs. Heidmarch greets the group. "Good morning. I thank you for solving the riddle of the paradoy box for me. And I apologize that you were inconvenienced by this trap I didn't notice. I seem to get careless. But you managed that well I heard."
"As I told you yesterday I’ve recently had trouble with one of my informants here in Magnimar, Natalya Vancaskerkin. She’s a half-Varisian who recently approached the Pathfinder Society with an offer to serve as a street informant. She runs with the Sczarni - I’m not sure with which group. A week ago, Natalya sent me a cryptic hint that her gang was on the verge of uncovering an item that would be of great interest to the Society. Since the Sczarnis’ methods of uncovering something often involves an armed robbery or breaking into somebody’s personal chambers, we thought it prudent not to press for further details and instead wait to see what it would produce. Suffice it to say, she hinted strongly that it pertained to Thassilon, and promised to meet with me to discuss this find three days ago."
"She never kept that promise—instead, she seems to have simply vanished. Initially, I assumed that the acquisition of this item was simply taking longer than expected, but now I’m hearing rumors that the Sczarni are looking for her as well."
"It seems likely that Natalya has absconded with this item she’s discovered. And this is where you enter, my friends. I want to know what it was that Natalya and the Sczarni found. In fact, I’m more interested in that than in what happened to Natalya herself. For now, I’d like to keep all of this quiet - if you can find out what happened to Natalya without letting a lot of people know she was also working for me as an informant, that would be preferable—that’s a big part of why I’m coming to you, as new members of the Pathfinder Society, with this task. You don’t yet have a reputation in Magnimar, and as such, the lowlifes and criminals you are likely to encounter may be more likely to talk.
"So... go out there and look for Natalya. Find out what happened to her, and to this item she and her gang discovered. If you can secure the item, all the better—bring it back to me and I’ll have a reward of 500 gold pieces for you. And if you can bring Natalya back alive for me to speak to, I’ll double that!"
Letting the information sink in for a moment she takes a sip from her tea. Then she asks "Do you have any questions about that or something else you need to know?"
"Do you have any suggestion where we could start searching?" Niamh asks Mrs.Heidmarch.