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"Silverhex ancient druid weapon. It belongs in hand of Druid again!" Paemil adds in his broken common.
"I no convince, but Feelo convice. Good for everyone."
As he is speaking, Lumi comes along side the human and gently begins to rub up against his leg and paw at his boots playfully. He squats down and ruffles her behind the ear.
"أنت جيد جدا يا صديقي. لقد حاربت بشجاعة في وجه الضرر. يشرفني أن أعمل جنباً إلى جنب"
You did very well my friend. You fought bravely in the face of damage. I am honored to serve along side of you
Razisus graciously accepts the wands. "And if we agree to your request, you will also aid me in destroying the necromancer's lantern and reveal the location of any such other blasphemers of which you may know?"
"You help save my life and I'll help destroy whatever you want, priest! Though I still don't see what's got you so up in arms about the lamp. Oh well. That's for you to decide what money you want to leave on the table."
When the rest of you seem to agree to help convince Anwald, Ulisha showers you with thanks. You realize that you don't have much time before Anwald finds out the Vessels Between failed and sends more assassins, however, so you make your way back to Daggermark.
When you get back to the city, finding Anwald is easy, for he has made a mournful boor of himself over the past week. As you wander through the Daggermark marketplace, a voice rises above the din of commerce. “Yeah, well fie on the stupid scholar and her precious Silverhex. The Vessels Between’ll shut that wench up for good!” a drunken voice practically shouts from a nearby fruit stand.
The man is Anwald Greenfelt, a venerable Taldan and former manservant to the Tullivor family.
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"The goddess grants a blessing of silence only at the appointed time." Razisus interjects as a correction.
"I believe that the scholar of whom you speak remains among the living. However, I believe it also true that bearing an old grudge is a good way to hasten an audience with the goddess yourself." The cleric says with a smile. "What would it take for you to release your grudge and allow both sides to defer a trip to the Lady's Throne Room?"
"Wha-? Who're you?" Anwald exclaims as you approach and suddenly address him. "Wait. Did you say that wretch Ulisha is still alive? Damn! I knew I shoulda paid more for those assassins. Stupid Vessels probably sent their initiates and they got themselves overwhelmed. Ugh!" He takes along draft from flask in his hand, then addresses you again.
"Look. Ulisha took what should've been mine. My inheritance from the family I served for so long. If you can compensate me for that loss, I can let the half-orc's offense go. I think 500 gold should cover it."
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Razisus nods to Sirius and Feelo, then continues, "The amount you ask for is rather steep, but you have undoubtedly spent more on assassin's to no avail. Engaging in revenge risks a price on your own head while buying peace should allow all parties to sleep more soundly. What say you, Feelo? We have a sum of gold we could add to ease this man's ire, could we not?"
"Oh, I don't need to worry about spending my own gold, not that I have much thanks to that wretched half-orc. She's gone and stirred the pot with the Red Revolution! Decided it was her business to go stick her nose in theirs and tell them off for threatening historical sites and relics. They don't like her much, so I can always get more money from them to hire proper assassins and do the job right!" Anwald seems practically out of breath as he finishes unloading this info-dump tirade. He stands up straight and composes himself for a moment, then addresses you again.
"Alright," he says after a moment, "You want to deal for Ulisha's life? Let's deal. You give me 250 gold, and I might be a bit more amenable to hearing you out and telling the Revolutionaries to direct their funds elsewhere."
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"Ulisha's offense is, perhaps egregious, but it is still not worthy of death. Very few offenses truly are. Lady Luck prefers that we leave all to try their chance at this life." At this, his tone becomes more firm. Not unfriendly, but it also carries a weight that indicates they won't back down.
"In fact, the reason Ulisha is still alive is through Desna's intervention. She placed me and my companions in her path, and that's why your hired assassins didn't get the job done. So, let's just agree to let bygones be, and let's all just go our separate ways, to live our separate lives." Feelo beams up at the man with a winning grin.
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Razisus feels the weight of his coin purse, which was recently enhanced by the bargain with the silk dealer.
I am willing to offer a share of my gold to meet this dog's price of 250 gold pieces if it saves a life and puts an end to my quest to deal with the lantern, he contemplates. He glances over at his companions to get a sense of whether they are in agreement.
"You let Ulisha live. No need for more blood." Paemil's eyes flash dangerously, even as he speaks somewhat gently.
Anwald falls silent for a moment, apparently struggling to do some mental arithmetic while more than a little inebriated. Finally, he seems to come to a decision. "Alright," he slurs, "You guys give me something I can sell myself, and I'll call off the Revolutionaries."
After what feels like weeks of deliberation with Anwald, you finally reach a settlement, and secure Ulisha's safety. You meet up with the half-orc a while later to give her the good news and she is so delighted and impressed that she gives you all Silverhex as a gift of friendship. "I owe you my life," she says, "But for now, I hope you'll accept this as a token of my thanks."