Arabeth will inquire of Guinevere if anything in the store does catch her eye...? Again offering moneys towards a purchase.
As he speaks, though, he watches the acolyte carefully.
[ooc]I just realized I've spelled his name several different ways! Shows how well and consistently I can spell things! :) Good thing my browser can spell-check me!
"Alternatively," he continues, his voice dropping somewhat. "We could venture to the theoretical 'false crypt' ourselves and see if Petros might have left any more clues there."
"Well," he smiles, feeling somewhat invigorated by their search. "One thing at a time, yes?" Zevran calls out Lukain before the man gets too far away. "Young man, a moment please!" he walks closer to the acolyte, leaning on his cane as he crosses the room. "Tell me, how old is the most elder of the priests here? What we seek may have been long hidden."
Arabeth wanders the isle quite aimlessly, seeming to find intrigue and pleasure in some of even the most mundane things. She spends quite some time looking amazed-ly through the collection of 'Penny Dread-fulls' and would probably have tried to buy the whole lot until calmer heads prevail and inform her that such fare are widely available through out the length and breadth of Ustalav.
Once she's picked up a couple after looking through the entire collection again,
Giggling as she comments on some of the quite probably salacious material she's glimpsed within the pages.
She tucks them into their shopping bag and becomes quite focused and quick in picking out the other items on the list to which people have agreed will make for a 'Good evening's entertainment'. (^_~)
Penny Dread-fulls: 5 => 10 Gp worth
Robe of Sable Black: 2 Gp
Robe of Midnight Blue: 2 Gp
Hooded Lantern: 7 Gp.
She again offers coin to the others.
Arabeth is more subdued here. Seemingly quite familiar with tonics and potions. Upon the proprietor making it known that other magical potions will not be offered for sale Arabeth grows concerned and seeks to find out what malady is afflicting people in town that the shop owner must keep these goods for local consumption,
Even going so far as to make it known that she has powers infused by the Goddess which she freely offers to aid in combating said problems.
Not being quite sure how much of each to buy, Arabeth will offer coin towards what others think is a good purchase. Being able to offer almost 100 Gp towards such purchases, a fact she is not shy at all in every one knowing her finances and how freely she is willing she seems to spend them.
Here again Arabeth's eyes open in amazement. Her almost childlike innocence making it obvious she's never seen such a place of industry, or if she has, then not been in a position to examine such at her leisure.
Quite possibly her honest and open words of wonder and praise touch something in the Forge Master/Mistress? (^_~)
Quickly she picks up the Master worked scythe...her up bringing showing itself again, in that her eye seems always drawn to that which is the most well made.
It is here that the harsh realities of finance are brought to her attention and the contents of her purse are shown to not be as bottomless as she thought. Only having enough coin for the normal farmer's implement he sighs with regret at having to place the beautifully crafted weapon back upon the rack...before her eyes glow with an inner mischief.
She turns to the Forge Master/Mistress
"Might I inquire as to a... loan... of said item?" She asks innocently, "I am more than happy to purchase the other for..um...weeding purposes, but this!" And again she lifts the Master Worked scythe from the rack,
"Might my friends and I borrow this for but a night, um, I mean a few days? We are traveling in the company of some scholars and I am sure they would be delighted to be able to take notes on the crafts-man-ship found here in Ravengro?" She asks,
Laden down now with her many purchase, Arabeth happily toddles back to the Lady's home. With gay excitement she offers her thoughts and comments on such aspects of 'normal' life which she's encountered here in the town. Though, when it comes to her and the parties plans for the evening, her voice becomes much more subdued and conspiratorial. (^_^)
Teflin has been torpid since he entered the Pharasman temple.
"I'll keep an eye outside. It feels stuffy in here anyway." The gnome heads outside to relax in the crisp chill of the evening.
After the purchase of the fancy little locket, Odessa moves through town with slightly more spring in her step, and as the group moves through the general store, she sways down the aisles, making her way to the book section, picking up and putting down different penny dreadfuls with varying levels of dreadfulness.
’This one is about a pirate on the high seas…oh! And this one…I’ve read already but I think Dahlia chewed it up during that nasty bit of teething…oh well…a second copy surely couldn’t hurt…Oh! The author made a second book? When did that happen?’
It was hard for her to stop at 4 gp.
As she makes her way back to the sales desk, she also picks up two hooded lanterns, gently placing them in their shopping bag and paying for her purchases, once again declining Arabeth’s offer to assist.
At the other stores, Odessa seems to hang back, only glancing longingly at the shiny masterwork weapons and armor that she knows she can’t afford.
As they leave the other stores, and Odessa finds out the location of the butcher for Old River, she sidles up to Kendra, her voice low, touching the lanterns she bought.
”Miss Kendra, my goddess asks for me to leave a lantern in the dark after the moon rises. Would you know of a good place where I may leave it?”
After you leave the records room, you are alone in the hallway though you can hear people not too far away.
The Forge Mistress, a middle-aged dwarf, gives Arabeth a scrutinizing look-over from head to toe. She looks to Kendra after a moment, motioning with her head between her and Arabeth. Kendra gives her a small nod and that seems to be enough. "Two days, return it or buy it by then."
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Walking to the Butcher, to pick up some meat to take back herself, Kendra thought for a moment before responding. "Would the land behind the house work for you? If not, you might could leave it along the river."
After leaving the Butcher, the girls would been heading back towards the house.
Odessa considers for a moment, and nods to herself, a small smile on her lips. "The land behind your house should be perfect, Miss Kendra. Thank you." She nods her head in a bow, pleased to be given explicit permission, rather than having to do so behind the back of her host.
Dessa leaves the butcher with a decent slab of meat for Old River and plans for a prayer.
Arabeth chats gaily to her friends as they wend their way home. Commenting on the things they've seen, the choices for what they've bought. The friendliness of the people (Especially the wonderful Blacksmith) etc.
(^_^)
"That... That was fun. Thank you." Kendra offers a small smile as she heads to the kitchen. "I best get these supplies put away and start working on something. I have a house full to feed after all. Make yourselves at home." Leaving Arabeth, Gwen and Odessa to do as they wished, Kendra heads to the kitchen and pantry. Gwen finds Phineas sleeping cutely on the couch, which is now covered nicely in fur.
She helps lift and carry the bought items to the kitchen and pantry but is clearly confused as to what happens to most food stuffs after that.
Having helped as much as she currently can, she excuses herself and makes her way first to the room in which she's staying then to the 'ladies room' where she gives herself a quick clean up after having flounced around town all day and changes into her night-gown.
Padding back down to the main room on bare feet. herself not seeming concerned with the night's growing chill. But then the ubiquitous, great black feathered cape is still adorning her shoulders which she settles tight about herself as she makes herself comfortable in one of the chairs.
"Well...there was so much to see and do..." She tries to begin/open a conversation with whom ever is in the living room with herself.
Aloud, he says simply, "We would all appreciate it, Father. Tonight several of us will be standing vigil over Petros's grave, so it might be worthwhile for the acolytes to do their work then. If they do not wish to venture abroad after dark, though...anyone from Ustalav would understand." He smiles at the priest, and bows slightly. "Speaking of night, I believe it draws near. Thank you for your time, Father Grimburrow."
Turning, he leads Zevron out of the chamber. "Any thoughts?" he asks quietly, once they're alone.
"Very well," he says, aloud. "Let's find the man, then."
Dessa follows the others inside and, after seeing Arabeth taking care of Kendra as best as she could, continues on to her room to put away her purchases. She emerges a few moments later, carrying her prize steak from the butcher back to Old River. She kneels down to give him his now slightly warm (and probably a little unsanitary) meaty treat, murmuring nonsense words and promises that if he’ll stay here she’ll come back out outside later tonight. She heads back inside, practically floating on a cloud of sheer contentment. Befriending something canine really made her feel much better about her ability to make a good impression on her fellow-
She stops at the threshold of the sitting area, eyes darting between Gwen and Arabeth. [i]’How I must look..’[i] she thinks, clutching her hands that are still covered in the ichor that leaked from the steak. A brief look of horror passes over her face before an absent smile takes its place, her hands folding together as she tries to pull together some semblance of civilized manner.
“There was quite a bit more than expected in town I suppose. My lady’s followers tend to reside in less travelled areas so my experience with larger townships is somewhat limited. Please, excuse me for a moment.” And with a short bow, she makes a quick exit.
Hearing Odessa's words...though feeling something might be 'Out of place'... Arabeth follows Odessa to her room. Politely waiting outside for a brief moment before politely knocking upon the portal.
"Um... hello?"
Odessa looks up at the knock on the door, her hands still wet from where she quickly washed off the blood. She calls back through the door, "Just a moment." She shakes her hands dry and takes a deep, steadying breath before she opens the door with what she hopes is a serene smile.
"Yes Miss Arabeth? Is there something you need?"
There's no place like home, Professor Plum
Upon the door opening, Arabeth smiles in response to Miss Tullemoon.
"Oh... I am sorry."
"It's....I do apologize for possibly prying... But you seemed... a little 'Out of sorts' there for a bit." Arabeth frowns slightly,
"Might I be able to offer some small help?' She asks sincerely.
Phineas opens one eye sleepily before rolling over towards Gwen, yawning. He stands up, shakes out his fur before jumping onto her shoulder, winding around her neck. A cool nose nuzzles in her ear before scampering off of her shoulder. Gwen giggles rather girlishly before looking at her companion.
"Well good sir, do you have anything else you might desire?" The look she receives is best translated as "are you being serious/don't give me any of your sass, woman." Phineas barks softly before turning to the hallway that Odessa and Arabeth had gone down. He takes off, knowing that Gwen will follow, and follow she does. Phineas proceeds to nose open one of the doors in the hallway, it looks to be the late professor's room.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Did you find something my sneaky boy?" Gwen follows the fox into the room and pushes the door closed behind her, better not let anyone see her snooping around, right? Phineas trots to under the bed and scratches at something there and Gwen crouches down and spots a box strapped into the bed frame. The first real smile crosses her face, and it's rather terrifying. "I'd say you found something. Let's see what it is, eh?" She pries the box from the bed and settles down on the ground to open it, Phineas right at her side.
"Stay alert." Zevran whispers to his colleagues as they approach the home. Raising his cane, he knocks it three times against the door, and then waits for a response from within.
At the sound of the knock on the door, a chair scrapes against the floor. Footsteps and some grumbling later the door opens a crack, enough to see out but not enough to allow entry. "What do you want?" Gib's voice is gruff and unwelcoming.