Gorhan follows the others shaking his head at the way he acted.
I allowed it to control me I can not let that happen again
Blake is relieved that the others agree to return topside for some much needed rest. After filing in the guards and barricading the door, Blake will find his cousin and fill her in on the developments while promising to see the threat will be dealt with. He will also inquire if the garrison has any nets in the inventory and if the group could use a few. Blake will also see if the town guard has any weapons made with cold iron that could be borrowed. Once done with the details he will retire to his apartment to rest before meeting the group at the prearranged time to reenter the catacombs below the Glassworks.
Ethan goes to the Cathedral, and asks Father Zanthas if the church keeps a cache of cold-ironweapons.
Kesten goes to the bar, gets himself a drink and talks to himself quite a lot. Nobody goes near him since he seems quite busy talking, argueing, convincing, shouting and apologizing to himself.
K: Why didn't you warn me?
V1: I couldn't r..
K: You should try harder!
V1: I'm sorry.
K: G&& d!*n it!
V1: It must be the age. You hardly ever ask me anything and..
K: I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR EXCUSES!!
V2: KESTEN!
K: WHAT??!
V2: Stop shouting at us.
K: Oh sorry auntie, I was shouting? Didn't mean to. I just really hated..
V2: We know son, we all felt it.
K: But it's.. I should have had him.
V3: It's not your fault. Now apologize.
K: I'm sorry great great great grand daddy. I should learn things by myself.
Ethan nods his thanks to Father Zanthus and proceeds to the blacksmith shop.
"Pardon the interruption of your work, but I have a question about the types of metal you have experience working with," he asks politely.
The woman looks up from her work "I've worked in all manner of metals are you looking for something specific?"
"Are you experienced with cold-iron forging?" Ethan asks.
She nods nonchalantly "I've worked with it before."
After reporting in Blake attempts to rest. Thoughts of the demon and its spawn down below makes his rest fitful until sheer exhaustion finally takes over and he sleeps. In the morning he spends time reviewing his arcane notes, adjusting the spells he holds the keys to in his mind, hoping to be more prepared to face the Quasit. Before joining the others he stops by the Garrison and collects as many nets as he can requisition. With the new equipment in hand he finds his way to the Glassworks to await the arrival of the others.
"Have you any cold-iron items currently in stock, weapons, perhaps?"
She nods, putting down what she was working on "I do have a few, a couple daggers, a longspear, and a shortsword."
"Your work is excellent. What is your price for all of them?"
She grins "Since you all have done so much for the town already lets say 15 gold for the lot."
Ethan counts out 15 gold coins from his pouch.
"Hard work and skill should be compensated. Consider this a down payment, and my promise to pay you another 15 gold coins. I am staying at the Rusty Dragon, if you need to find me," he says with a smile.
Giving the smith a respectful nod, he gathers the weapons and heads off to find his comrades.
Kesten is amidst his meal, trying to decide whether he wants gravy, or not.
Ethan returns to the Rusty Dragon, and finds Kesten eating in the common room.
"I spoke with the local smith. As it happens, she knows how to cold-forge iron, and happened to have a few cold iron weapons ready for sale."
He lays the daggers and short sword on the table, then presents the spear to Kesten.
"This one seems suited to your fighting style."
Kesten looks up from his plate, and sees the special kind of material used in the strong tip.
"Wow, thanks Ethan. I would be honoured to use this to aid in our fight. It sure looks a lot better than this pigsticker I found in a field when I was younger."
He examines the craftsmanship, and gives a cheerful nod, before his face frowns a bit.
"You wouldn't happen to know if this will break more easily or anything? Or maybe the weight ratio? Think Runk will know this?"
"I am no conniseur of weapons, but these appear to be of good, sturdy make. Perhaps Runk, or one of the others, can offer more thorough insight."
"We'll see them in the morning, I figure? Enjoy your meal, I'm off to bed."
You all awake to a new day. Nothing is amiss as far as you can tell so at least that is good news.
Still in their rooms Boo looks intently at his friend as he speaks.
We must rid our town of this vile affliction. I can no longer fear that what has happened. Please my friend help me to conquer that holds me back.
Zizou counts his coins from the night before. He then deftly sneaks through the kitchen, dodging his mother, grabbing a piece of bread and cheese as he heads out the door to meet the others at the Glassworks.
Kesten wakes, grunts and finds his gear.
So early..
In my time..
Now is not the right time for that grandpa! Don't make me smack my own head!
Ethan rises and readies himself. He takes a few minutes, as was his custom, to help the kitchen staff prepare for the day. He then heads out for the Glassworks, bring the cold iron short sword and daggers with him.
Blake is ready and waiting for the others to arrive, "Here, each of you take one of these. I hope they might help us against that Quasit. " He hands out the nets as each of his friends, old and new arrive.
"I acquired these from the smith, they should also be of use against the fiend," Ethan says, presenting the cold iron short sword and daggers to the group. "Please take them, whoever feels inclined."
You all meet up at the appointed time ready to embark back into the darkness below the town, hoping you are better equiped for the trials you know you will face again.
Kesten yaws, as he is feeling sleepy...
"You all okay?"
"As well as can be expected," Ethan replies. "Let us hope the fiends have not had an opportunity to dig themselves in."
"It hard to say Good Morn, knowing what lurks under our feet. We should not tarry long."
Zizou takes the net, and experimentally tosses it towards a patch of milkweed on the side of the road.
After a bit of sleep Runk rises early and quietly makes his way out of the inn, heading towards the temple of Desna. Along the way he does his best to stay out of obvious view and out from under the feet of the few other early risers beginning the days activities.
When he finally reaches the temple he flips a coin over his shoulder and offers a quick word to the goddess of fortune before entering. A short time later he comes back out with minus a bag of coins but in possession of a short piece of ash wood, intricately carved with celestial images. He gives the wand a few flourishes noting with a bit of wonder how moth dust seems to follow its every movement before stowing it in one of his many pockets and heading back to meet the group.
"Here." he says as he hands the wand to Ethan.
Kesten smiles as he recognizes the item that Ethan receives, but says nothing at first. He does mind where the cleric keeps the wand, should the need arise for someone else to use it upon the devout Erastilite.
"Oh. Um, thank you," Ethan says, surprised at Runk's gift. He looks at the wand, noting the celestial carvings.
"A healing wand, I take it? It will certainly be of use to us."
He places it in the pouch at his belt. He notes Kesten's keen attention.
"I will keep it here whenever it is not in use, should any of you need to retrieve it."
He then produces the cold iron short sword, and offers it to Runk.
"You may find this equally of use."
Runk gives a bit of a devilish grin upon receiving the blade. He gives it a few practice slices and then begins shuffling gear to stow the blade in a convenient spot.
"Thanks" he states in his usual verbose manner.
"Apparantly this kind of metal will hurt the little flying prick a bit more than our regular kind." he says with a quizical look.
"I can't wait to find out. Everyone ready?"
After everyone is prepared you head back into tunnels. You come to the split once again. One path leading to the north east the other, the one you previously took, leading to the north west.
"We should hurry back and find that demon first thing." Blake will let Runk take the lead but will have his blade and net out ready for action as he follows shortly after him.
Kesten had the net, but seems to struggle with how to attach it adequately to his belt.
He holds his spear with two firm hands, and keeps his eye open all the time.
Stupid little bugger
Runk nods and heads down the same path they had previously taken. He keeps a close eye on the path ahead trying to glean any sign of preparations that may have been made against their return.
Heading back down the tunnel you get to the main room with the statue.
"Keep alert, but let us keep on the move."
Kesten nods, but stays silent.