"I prefer to drive my enemies before me with my bare hands." Barret comments."Thank you for your help. We should go talk to this other wizard."
Tre asks Kendra for a drink of fruit flavoured water to wet his lips. Taking a biscuit from the plate he eats, brushing the crumbs from around his smooth skinned chin and cheeks onto a small white plate. The glass of chilled cloudy yellow drink, is sipped neatly and delicately, it trickles down his throat, quenching his thirst. Once he has dabbed the corners of his mouth with a red bordered 'kerchief, he speaks thoughtfully. Well, I believe Barret is right, we should visit this wizard, for not only might he know some useful information about these times, he may be able to aid my studies as well.
Barret will choose to stay at Kendra's while the others go to see the wizard. Unless there is an outstanding reason he should go, of course.
Still feeling weird about her dream, Merian decides to head out into town, looking for information about anyone whose name begins with a "V."
"I could join you in the visit to the mage." Dillan smiles, "Perhaps he'll have some trinkets he no longer needs?"
Dillan will stand quietly next to Tre allowing him to do all the talking here with the mage. Though he does keep his eyes open for anything odd/strange...
Perception (+4 for anything concealed/hidden/conversations) = 31
"If you don't mind some company I would wouldn't mind stretching my legs out Merian."
Barret will spend the time speaking to Kendra. Mostly questions pertaining to her father(what he was like, stuff like that)And assuming he doesn't make her cry by asking about him, he will ask about her. If he does make her cry, he will speak with whoever is left home, which I believe is Cassandra.
Merian resists the urge to stuff the militiaman into a sack for his own protection, as her common sense asserts itself ahead of her impulse: The first man I talk to has a name that begins with a V? It must be more common around here than it was in Molthune. Now what? She politely thanks Vdrodish, apologizes for disrupting his rounds and offers him a crusader's blessing as he goes, then stands in the city square, staring at the desecrated monument, pondering. The Splatter Man's ritual involved the victim finding the whole name, not just one letter - if another letter appears, it will give us more to go on. She shakes her head, looking over at Arturin. "This was a fool's errand, I think," she tells him. "We can head back, unless you have something else you want to do."
As she turns, her eye catches the group of girls playing skip rope. "At least they know something less disturbing than that other song. I was afraid that was all they sang around here."
Tre spends a happy time walking and talking with Dillan as they make their way to visit Alendru Ghoroven. Arriving at the wizards abode, Tre
knocks and introduces himself at the door as a guest in Ravengro, who is new to the area and has been disturbed by some recent events. He says he understands that Alendru is a most venerable and knowledgeable teacher and would discuss the behavior of some children in the village. Tre recites the words of the rhyme he children sang, asking if it was normal for them to recite such words? And if he knew what the words might mean?
On the walk through town Tre' will notice that Dillan keeps his hood up despite when the clouds clear allowing the sun to shine. He doesn't say much except when asked directly and normally provides short quick answers. He steps quickly and in bursts; his eyes always shifting - watching the surroundings to include the rooftops of buildings. At every corner they approach his arm moves slightly and Tre' would be safe in assuming his hand is finding a weapon just incase hostilities wait around the corner...
Barret will decline her offer of teaching. Though he will listen intently to her stories about her father as he will tell more stories from his homeland, even a few that are not as heroic as he'd like. He asks about what she knows of his new companions. He will offer to teach her a few words in Hallit if she is not already fluent as well. It is clear he does not entirely trust magic in and of itself and is not a big reader.After speaking with Kendra, he will offer to help around the house to keep busy and to keep his word.
I don't know about you Merian with your religious inklings and such but I have always found some of the best and most reliable information can be obtained by visiting a tavern and chatting up the relaxed locals. Besides that, I could really use a good strong ale at this point." Arturin waits for a reaction, partly to see how strict her religious codes are and partly because he really just wants a drink and hopes she is not opposed.
"My... 'religious inklings'?" Merian repeats, with an amused expression. "Cayden Cailean's hand is on me as much as Iomedae's or Torag's - why would I mind a drink? If there's something you're looking for, we can start our, ah, questioning in the tavern if you'd like. A decent ale sounds like a fine idea to me."
Tre smiles at Master Ghoroven, knowing when a conversation is at an end and at the mention of magical items he has for sale. He adjusts his cloak, pushing out his chest, the impressive a mage he will look, such trite things often work on those of a short life. "Well Master Ghoroven, you are more than just a simple teacher, you talents are indeed impressive. Pray tell me more of these wands, what is that they can do? Can I see their magiks as one master to his pupil, that I may learn?"
Tre taking his pipe out, plays a sweet tune at the items, allowing the musical notes interact with the magic contained within. Tre watches as the two magical energies twist and turn in a colorful dance and display their magical auras.
"And the tome, is that for sale? For if you are evaluating it, it might contain some most useful knowledge, for I have many contacts in Caliphas, who may pay a pretty penny for knowledge. Pray, what is the title of the book, may I see? For I myself am a seeker of knowledge, as no doubt you have, a thirst for the arcane ways."
Dillan stays silent as Tre conducts his magical artl; a bit unnerved from the owls unblinking eyes he kept but feel this creature has more intelligence than a normal eye and perhaps its that appearance that unnerves the rogue even more...mustering his courage he turns to Master Ghoroven, "Are all the birds in this area as spooky as your owl?"
"Hmm, they are very interesting wands, do you know how much they've been used before they can into your possession? They would be most interesting, as is the book? And from Montagnie Crowl's library, now let me think do I know him? For it surely is a very unusual book, one might even think it veered to the darker arts. How did you come by it out here in Ravengro, its out of the normal academic area?"
"It would seem all the birds of this area have earned that name." The rogue looks about nervously, "It feels as if they are watching us, as if they are 'seeing' what we are doing."
Tre, stops scratching his chin, and his eyes light up, "Yes that's it, of course I met him when he came to see the late Professor Lorrimor. He was another learned Professor, over from Lepidstadt University. We'll be taking some of the late professor's books over to him, to aid Prof. Crowl in his studies, you know how it is with these professors. You know, I could return the tome on the flesh golems at the same time, save you having to do it? What do you say Master Ghoroven? "
The elf then turns his attention to the wands, so they are well used, how much are you hoping to get for them? As for scrolls, maybe I can come back tomorrow and we can sort something out? It's so good to find such an experienced purveyor of majiks here, one didn't think there would be such treasures. The elf seems quite excited at the prospect of maybe getting some extra magical help.
Barret will happily chop firewood. He will strip himself of his armor so as to not constrict his muscles while doing so. Showing off is an unexpected side benefit, of course. He finds and picks up a woodcutting axe and starts splitting up chunks of wood.
Tre is rather shocked when offered Professor Crowl's book, his eyes open wide, as he looks at Master Ghoroven. Slowly he starts, "S..So you are offering to sell me one of the Professor's books, but isn't it his book, what with it still having his mark on it. How did you get it? for all I was offering was to return it to the man who's mark lays claim to it?", his curiosity peeked as he looks across at Dillan questioningly.
Dillan looks back at Tre, don't think it would be wise to knock him out and take it, he thinks to himself hoping his interpreting Tre's expression correctly. But knowing that not to be a wise action, and perhaps maybe the elf wasn't thinking that; the rogue just shrugs his shoulders waiting for their business to conclude.
Seeing Merian's reaction to the name of the tavern he says, "Although the Laughing Demon would probably be more my style I am more than willing to go where-ever you would be more comfortable. Let us go enjoy some food and drink at the Outward then."
Merian smiles as she enters the Outward Inn, not least in appreciation of the pun. "This looks like a fine place," she says, glancing sidelong at Arturin. "Up for a turn on the stage?" she adds, grinning with mischief.
Merian's stomach rumbles at the word 'stew,' and she uses that to make her decision. "Some of both, I think," she smiles back at the other woman.
As Sarianna signals for Arturin to come up on stage and join her he initially balks at the request. "I haven't sung a proper song in years but maybe she knows the Maiden of Trendul, I used to sing that one all the time in my youth."
Having a few drinks and a full belly certainly helps with the bravery to get up on stage. He says to Sarianna as he climbs up on stage, "I fear that this may not be the best rendition but lets have a go at it, you are familiar with the Maiden of Trendul?" Arturin tries his best to match pitch and produce a decent sound forgetting only a few of the words.
"I do apologise, my mistake, I didn't mean to besmearch your name, it was just my excitment at discovering such knowledge here. may I borrow the book this night to discover some small benefit of its teachings. As for the wands, I will have to fetch some money, but maybe I could raise 50gp for the two?" A rather contrite elf, starts his move towards the door, smoothing down his cloths, dallying as he waits for an answer.
"Many thanks to you Sarianna for this enjoyable evening. Perhaps I shall return and perform with you once I have had a chance to practice this new song. Having an ear to the goings on of the townsfolk I wonder if you might have any feelings or have overheard anything about the death of Petros Lorrimor or this defacing of the statue? These are obviously very unpleasant things to happen in this small community."
Tre returns with the Tome and begins to study it when he gets back, taking copious notes. When the others return, he tells them what transpired at the teachers, and the wands and price....
If Dillan wants to go off somewhere else, Tre wishes him good luck and heads back by himself to Kendra's house.
Dillan continues along with Tre', his fear of the local humans and their numbers keeping him from venturing off on his own. He finds comfort back at Kendras' house and finds ways of making himself busy with any tasks she may need help with.
Barret just grins when Kendra mentions his efforts. He eats up the supper heartily as always. If there is any mulled wine left, he will offer to drink with whoever is at the house still. Talking to him, you get the feeling that he is an open book(ironic as that may be), unabashed about any questions you have. Afterwards, he will stomp up the stairs and off to bed.
Dillan will refill the lamps, besides the task will allow him to become more familiar with the house...perhaps there are some hidden passages or more...
Perception +4 (27) for anything concealed/hidden!
After a day of intense learning, the storm disturbs Tre's meditation. He tosses and turns as the sound of the rain pounds the window, the lashing winds howl of ghosts and demons of the night. At some point in the night, he lights a lamp and gingerly makes his way downstairs. He draws some water and takes a drink, before returning upstairs to bed. He looks out of the window, seeing the storms might and where it appears to be centered. Speaking to himself he paces in front of the window. "Ill omens, the evil that lurks is centered on that goal, whatever we must investigate there. These disturbances will surely make the townsfolk even more suspicious of our presence here. Something in that old ruin moves...." With the blackest thoughts, Tre lies down to rest once more, though he continues to go over in his mind all that has transpired in this town.
Merian sings happily along to Arturin's performance, but demurs when offered the chance to sing herself. She nurses her one ale all night, though she takes to the stew with relish. At long last, though, she steers her companion toward the door, with compliments to the innkeeper on the fine food and her excellent voice.