As Lady Eleanor continues to trudge trough the swamp land, she smiles at Zakon's question. Laughing a bit she say, I have never considered myself much of a fighter. I can fight if I have to but I would much rather mend wounds than make them.
When the gatehouse comes in sight, Lady Eleanor smiles and takes stock of her companions. If we could not talk reason into the mob back in town, I doubt they will listen to reason here. We can hope that they will be intimidated. Let's ask this troll if he has seen Andrew.
Walking up to the gatehouse Lady Eleanor looks up and smiles at the troll. Thats a fine cigar you have there. Did you roll it yourself or is there a place to buy those nearby?
We are looking for a friend of ours, Andrew, he is about your size and has fled town. A mob is after him because they believe he did things we don't think he did. Have you seen him?
Even with the added toughness granted by the great Dragons, he stayed back. And just to make sure he is a bit better protected, he asks the great Platinum Dragon for protection from harm.
"Be careful lady Elenor" he warns as she goes to speak to the beast
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Zakon looks down at this muddied clothes once again, lamenting the trudge that has brought him here.
I should have stayed in Lepidstadt and bought the Chymic Works he says for the sixteenth time today.
Whispering words in the arcane, he ends with a hand flourish. The mud rises from his clothing hovers for an instant, then unceremoniously falls to the ground in a small puddle. Carefully sidestepping the mess, he offers the same assistance to his friends. "Prestidigitation is a marvelous spell. So easy to cast." he boasts to no one in particular.
Once again gazing at castle shrouded in the river mists, Zakon looks to his companions for advice. Before conversing, he sees the Lady Eleanor stride boldly up to the castle gates.
"Well so much for sneaking up. Come on Gaarm, let's see what the fine lady has gotten us into." Fingering his mutagen, Zakon hovers towards the back, unsure of what the troll guard would make of his demonic heritage.
When Zakon was boasting about his cleaning spell , Lady Eleanor slyly creates some fresh water to wash the mud off her armor and equipment.
When Zakon is looking the other direction she "accidentally" splashes about a cup full on his back as well. When he looks back she pretends as if nothing happened. Then pretending as if she is talking quietly, but in reality being plenty loud, Create Water, such a fun spell to cast.
Feeling the wetness on his back, Zakon whips his head around to stare at Nizvit. "You. Fire-thrower. Do you even know how expensive these coats are? More than the shambles you drape yourself in. I know we are uncouth adventures out for glory and fame, but come man, have a care!" More bark than bite, Zakon ends his protestations with an arcane flourish magically expunging all the liquid from the back of his coat.
"As I was saying, prestidigitation is quite the spell. So back in Corentyn I pilfered a spellbook. 'Twas one of the first spells that I learned before joining the Esoterium. It was really hard to fake that I didn't know that spell in front of Master Demestrio. I really wanted to show those rich, entitled, spoiled-brats what a street kid could do, but I had to bide my time, not show too much skill and ambition, not draw too much attention.
"That and learning magic outside the Esoterium is grounds for execution." This story trails off as they approach the troll and hounds munching loudly on the haunch of meat.
"Hope that is not a villager. Come to think of it" he pauses dramatically, "They were a bunch of sheep shaggers. Hope it is a villager."