The courier's words make Sarona blink in surprise. "What?" She starts asking, but before she can say anything else the young man takes off through the crowded gambling hall.
Bewildered, she leaves the gambling hall with the rest of the party...
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The morning at the Foundry comes slowly. The courier's parting words have had an effect on the young priestess, but her worries over Khonnir's safety are what kept her up for most of the night. When the dawn comes, she prays to Brigh for spells before moving to rouse the rest of the party from their slumber.
Caimor relates Sanvill's offer regarding exchanging technological items for magical ones to the rest of the party before heading off to his own accommodations. The feeling of being watched is another thing to consider, as well as the intent behind the letter given to them, but he lets the matter rest in favor of well-needed sleep.
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In the morning, Caimor is already waiting. He slept lightly but his rest was enough to relieve his fatigue, and he woke early to carefully choose and prepare his extracts for the day.
Sarona sits next to Caimor as he begins preparing his extracts. A pensive look is on her face.
"So... this Sanvill: I've given some thought as to his offer. Technology for magic." She looks down at her hands. "Do you think he can be trusted?"
...does that include me? I hope not.