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The Calistrian pokes the other tengu with a PFS standard issue Wand of Light Curing, MK I Mod 0. She realizes that the Gold-Fisted follower might have a few moral qualms about healing someone who is trespassing, so that dilemma is eased... for now.
"You really should look into investing in one of these in the future. Seriously."
In true form, the wand splutters a bit perhaps indicating Abadar's disliking of the situation? so she hits Eldak again.
She'll offer an apologetic glance to Baied while attempting to help the cleric save face.
"You weren't going to heal for very good reasons, I respect that."
Crazy reasons, but aren't we all sometimes?
Shortly after you are done with the bugs, a feather duster appears in the area, clumsily attempting to get rid of the chalk on the sofa, the carpet, and Ophelia. Besides raising another - smaller - dust cloud, it doesn't help much. But the duster seems persistent. Perhaps one day, it will clean the chalk completely.
Near the northern wall, you see a set of something that used to be stairs. Whatever they lead to earlier, however, is filled with newspaper now. Other than that, there are 4 doors in the room. The main entrance you used already; a set of large doors to the west, behind which Baied saw a bedroom; and two smaller ones to the east.
Other than the duster, nobody seems to be responding to any questions you ask or sounds you make.
The room is filled with chairs, pillows, and desks for at least six visitors. A mattress sits neatly underneath the northern wall, and a table is in the south area. Several documents lie on the table, neatly stored. On the windowsill, you see two potions out of place.
You don't notice any traps. For now ... Maybe. Just sayin'.
This study contains a round table surrounded by chairs, and the walls are replete with tome-laden bookshelves.
It also contains Fimbrik perusing his book collection. The old gnome's clothing style is wild at best. With his blue hair, green hat, and a vest composed of colours you didn't even know existed. He stands in the room, scanning for specific titles with his index finger. He pays you no mind. Or so it seems.
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Is there something wrong with this gnome?
We are very sorry to intrude, sir, and I'd like to apologise. But we do have urgent questions to ask, and you are the only one who could give us the answers we need
Baied wasn't at ease, and if the words came naturally, she was still wringling her hands nervously, nearly shaking with nervosity, feeling out of place
Being bombarded by questions, the gnome seems pretty bent on not paying any attention to you. He continues doing what he's doing. Gnomes, you know - they're pretty crazy.
Well - now that you ask. There is, actually. He seems to be repeating the same movements over and over again.
The gnome does not respond to anything you do or say. However, once Ophelia attempts to touch him, her hands passes through him. This gnome is an illusion.
The figment of Fimbrik toys with the bookshelf and around the following titles:
Simo Aalto: Trustworthy Trickery - Applied Illusion
Buatier Kolta: Fool's Gold vol. III
Ogawa the Fimble: Vision Materialised
Old Wyrick: Through the Looking Glass
Fimrbik apparently liked his books on the illusion school of magic.
Ophelia shuffles through the desk. Among a bunch of documents about Fimbrik's research and some correspondence with his colleagues, she finds two papers that stand out.
One includes a quickly scribbled name: Karina Clamp
The other is the following:
I mentioned 2 potions earlier. Nobody expressed interest in them so far. Other than that, no. No checks necessary. They're in the open, so not hidden or anything.
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Senma shrugs. "Not really my thing. Perhaps you can taste them to see if they are helpful?" Senma offers to the birdman.
"We should look for Arkath's tomb in the Ivy District next!" Senma declares as the tengu grabs the potions. "Let's go!" he yells happily before skipping out into the rain towards that section of town.
Ophelia successfully identifies both potions.
One potion of Lesser restoration, one of Cure moderate wounds.
Tomb map will be up soon.
Details left by Selmius Foster indicate the location of Arkath’s burial site: a plot of land in Eastgate operated by followers of Abadar. Buried in a mausoleum on the church’s property, Arkath paid a substantial sum to have his remains guarded. A fence surrounds the necropolis grounds, and although members of the faith and city guards routinely patrol the property, it is still legal to enter the grounds to respect the departed.
While the gates into the necropolis are left open to those paying their respects, the doors of the mausoleums are sealed with sturdy stone slabs.
When you approach the gate, you see a lone man in the distance - he 's patrolling the grounds and occasionally stops for a quick prayer.
The man looks back at you with a confused expression: "Blacksmith? I think you might have the wrong address."
The man lifts an eyebrow, but points to one of the tombs in the eastern area.
"Alright then. It's Arkath's resting place is over there. I'll come with you if you don't mind."
Seeing Eldak draw a blade, the man raises his eyebrows even higher and addresses him.
"I don't think that will be necessary. To be honest, it kind of makes me uneasy. So if you wouldn't mind..."
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Feza will sigh a bit at the other tengu's antics, giving a bit of an exasperated fluffing of the feathers.
She keeps her hands away from her whip and blade, watching the scene intently.
"Don't mind, never hurts to be careful and with such things."
There's another squint at Eldak.
Please put the steel away, the man hasn't asked anything unreasonable.
"The Church of Abadar maintains this cemetery. Some of the folks resting here very specifically wished that their resting place is guarded, and made a significant donation to make sure it is so. Arkath was one of those people."
He pauses for a brief moment while you walk towards the tomb.
"Speaking of Arkath, are you related or anything?", he asks, looking at Senma.