Shayde lurks around, honestly surprised nobody has questioned about him yet. Was security truly this lax? Or was he getting some of his old skill back?
"I see. This is very useful news. Sadly, the templars and the demoniacs among them may have been here for quite a long time. I thank you all for the information. Please, rest a while."
Ilbareth turns to shayde.
"you can stop skulking around now. It's safe here. It just makes you look more suspicious."
Haruto gives Ilbareth an elegant bow. "I trust we may be of use after we have rested?"
"those who wish to help, there will be work to do. A lot of work to do. I will not put this burden on you, but if you wish to take it, far be it from me to stop you."
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Before going to bed, Lina finds the chain shirt they picked up somewhere. She rests well, and after washing up in the morning comes out, wearing her scarves and the masterwork chain shirt, as well as both Starknives on her belt.
"Horgus never returned my sword," Lina declares, like she didn't forget about it until last night at 3 AM.
Shayde cracked the barest hint of a smile, before going back to stoicism. "I am called Shayde. I had wondered how long it would be before someone spoke to me. And relative safety aside, I am more at home in the shadows." Still, Shayde did relax slightly, though he remeained alert. He was well aware that this small bastion would be easy to infiltrate, with the right tricks.
"Regardless, you probobly need rest too." the paladin keeps a thin veil over how she feels, trying not to show distrust or concern, but not perfectly hiding it. Still, it seems a genuine gesture, and she's trying to be trusting.
When Azlana awakes, she goes looking for Ilbareth, asking what she can do to help.
ilbareth advises that before she sends you off, you take time to stock up if need be.
Lina, do you want my sword? I hardly ever use it anyway. I would be happy for you to have it.
"It's lovely of you to offer, but I don't think I'd be able to make as good of use with a heavy blade. I was just...making light of the situation, I guess."
There was a pause as Shayde considered the situation.
"Yes, I suppose I do need rest. There will be long days and nights ahead."
Shayde also considered the creeping necessity of changing his armament. If his arm continued to be uncooperative, twisted as it was by whatever force, he would need to abandon two-handed weapons. Time to decide what to replace them with.
"I... uh." The merchant seems skittish and nervous, nodding rapidly. "I sell a few arachnids, some serpents... uhm. Uhm. A raven?"
"Potent? I'm-i-i I'm not really a dealer of magical creatures. I just collect likely canadates. I have o-o-only a few unusual beasts."
"I-i. Flowering lattice, but.. all Roses. a... snake with silver eyes. Seems intelligent. Weasel? Rat? Uhm. Uhm. Dragonfly. Moth."
while no reputable merchants seem to be selling thieves tools, there is a strange man in the back using extremely fine intranets to work on what appears to be a clock. He doesn't seem to be selling anything at the moment, but he's likely the best shot without going to some of the more shady merchant types.
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Lina quickly remembers that as much as she'd like to have a nicer set of tools, most people would probably be suspicious of her motives, even though she would never steal from somebody who didn't deserve it.
Nevertheless she is fascinated by the man working on the clock and approaches. "I'm sorry, but can I ask why you're working on a clock, now of all times?"
Lina quickly remembers that as much as she'd like to have a nicer set of tools, most people would probably be suspicious of her motives, even though she would never steal
from somebody who didn't deserve it.Nevertheless she is fascinated by the man working on the clock and approaches. "I'm sorry, but can I ask why you're working on a clock, now of all times?"
"I work on clocks. If I did not, what would I be? I can't let the apocalypse stop me from doing my job."
the man continues working on the clockwork with fine tools, tiny, precise things."did you want something?"
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"I-i. Flowering lattice, but.. all Roses. a... snake with silver eyes. Seems intelligent. Weasel? Rat? Uhm. Uhm. Dragonfly. Moth."she nods, “a flowering lattice sounds better than most of them, I could weave the flowers through my hair... silver eyes on the snake? Do they do anything? May I see?”
The merchant holds up a finger, and opens one of the cages, taking out a viper. The merchant is oddly confident in it, considering he's holding it with his bare hands. It's eyes practically glow with silver, and it's scales catch light in odd ways, making one sparkle now and then.
"it's a little sweety, but it seems to unnerve people. I've honestly had it for so long, I donno... if you want it, you can have it. I don't think I'll ever sell it for any amount of money, but maybe I can give it away."
"I don't think it'll mind. I don't... honestly know it's gender. Not really a reptile biologist. Nor do I give my animals names unless I intend to keep them."
The animal is calm and slightly wraps around hanna's arm. 'I don't breed animals, I catch them. I-i-i, look, most of these animals are to be made familiars, and several aren't even smart enough to be affected by being raised from birth unless already a familiar. In short, n-no, I don't know.""
"Right, sorry to bother you." Lina leaves the clockmaker alone.
She shrugs and rubs the top of its’s head ”shame I can’t bond to more than one familiar, but yeah, I’ll take this one.”
"then it's all yours."
once the party has completed what little shopping they wanted to do, ilbareth is waiting foe the group.
"come. I need to introduce you to someone.
on her way to the small meeting room
"I cannot thank you enough for all you've done, and i regret I must ask you to do more."
when she gets to the small room, she gestures to an angular man who seems to be in his late seventies.
"meet Quednys, founder of blackwing."
Lina considers the old man. "The founder of Blackwing? Does that mean you're one of the Riftwardens?"
the man shakes his head. "no. Not directly. I'm more of an associate, working with them, but not as a part of them."
"...What task is it you need us to complete?"
What is Blackwing?
Remembering what Blackwing was, Azlana relates the tale of saving the library.
"I... I thought it had been completely destroyed. I'm... glad you were there."