Sove Presents - Carrion Crown

Game Master Sove

Hello everyone and welcome to my interpretation of the Carrion Crown adventure path. It's my goal to provide a compelling and mysterious environment for you all to explore and unravel--strong character development and powerful storytelling abound. I hereby place my trust in you, the players, and your promise to be truthful in your off-screen dice rolls and to avoid reading any spoiler-tagged posts which you would not have earned access to. I can't wait to play with you all again, and without further ado, I present...

Carrion Crown, Part I - The Haunting of
Harrowstone

You are hereby sentenced to live the remainder of your short life in
Harrowstone, which, I hasten to add, is a blessing compared to the extent
of your crimes and the suffering of your victims. There you will reside in
the misery of your thoughts until such time as you are drawn, hanged, and
quartered. May the gods have no mercy on your blighted soul.
—The final sentencing of Vance Saetressle (“The Lopper”) in 4661 AR
by Jurisdeclaris Axenris the Third.

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The winding streets of Ravengro have been drowned in what seems to be an endless downpour, the thick swathe of rain fading and blowing to the wind just as the weary travels arrive. Thick grey clouds still cover the sky, leaving the sun little more than a pale white dot faintly piercing the curtain-skies. The cobblestone streets of the small township are winding, though it isn't difficult to find the manor you seek. The large building, the Lorrimer Estate, is easily noticeable in its grand and Gothic design. The stone building welcomes travelers eagerly, lanterns posted in every window and iron gate left open for the expected guests.

Approaching, there is little to suggest that any other mourners have arrived, the worn parchment of your message being sparse in detail.

Esteemed Sir or Lady,

Our dear Petros, more fondly referred to as "Professor", Lorrimer has recently passed away, and surviving heir, daughter to Petros, Kendra Lorrimer has invited you to her home. She has been made aware that each of you has been vastly important in her father's life, and so she wishes you to accompany her in mourning for the burial. The funeral and burial will take place at the end of the week, and she eagerly awaits your arrival.

You stand before the manor's entrance, a large set of dark, oaken doors barring entrance. Intricate ring-knockers are set into the wooden door, but all appears empty and the town of Ravengro seems to be particularly quiet, even for a village of Ustalav. The only thing made immediately apparent to the sense is the beautiful sound of a masterfully played piano, emanating from the open window above.

Lythra stepped up to the iron gate she had passed through so many times before only this time the estate had a different feel, a colder more harsh feel. She remembered receiving the note informing her of what had happened to the professor she had come to know so well, taking in a deep breath and fixing her fur tunic, she passed through the gates her trusted wolf, Magnus, padding along beside her as they approach the Victorian styled mansion. Lythra and Magnus walked up the path to the strong oaken doors the light wind rustling her long light brown hair; she pushes her hair from her dark green eyes as she raises her hand to knock. Lythra stood before the large striking doors comparing its daunting size to her own smaller form as she waited for the doors to open. She then started glancing around to see if others were approaching, but saw no one emerging from her foggy surroundings, finally the doors to the estate open and Lythra and Magnus slip inside. Once inside she was greeted with memories of sights and smells of her previous visits here. Lythra reached her hand down to pet Magnus he stood next to her his height reaching just above her hip, his fur matching the same color as her hair. They stood in the entrance of the estate for a moment before moving farther in into the mansion, this time however things felt much different.

Cairath's (ky-reth) usually light steps are echoed by splashes and plops as she walks through the streets of Ustalav towards the Professor's once-home. She slowly approaches the door, her usual black cloak thick with dripping water from her journey from Absalom which now ends at this set of doors. She reaches up and pulls her hood down from over her head, olive eyes looking up through her brown bangs at the ring-knocker, and pauses.
Cairath glances down, and lightly clasps her hands together, her left thumb tracing a jagged scar that runs diagonally down the palm of her right hand, memories of the life before she had before meeting the Professor flooding into her, and she loses herself in her memories as she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she collects her thoughts. In the rush of her past memories, a panic came over her, and she tenses up, an overwhelming urge to turn around and walk away. She clenches her hands together tighter, and Cairath once again grasps her calm composure, pulling herself together, and whispers "When we are at our darkest moment, we look out for each other. That's the beauty of mankind." She opens her eyes and sighs, the lasting words of the Professor ringing in her mind as she says them aloud. She can't turn back now, she can't turn her back on the man who helped her so much when she felt beyond lost. She smiles and a warmth overcomes her, giving her the courage that she needed for the week ahead, the final goodbye to her friend. Cairath reaches up, knocks on the door, and seconds later enters the manor.

Let's post dialogue in bold, for ease of readability.

The inside of the manor, familiar to Lythra, is open and ostentatious. A large fireplace lights an immediate den across from the entrance, silken curtains and portraits of far-off lands dotting the walls. The octagon-shaped den is lined with bookshelves, each covered with dusty old tomes.

A hall on the left side of the den leads further into the manor, appearing to head into a kitchen area. To the right, a very large staircase of dark wood leads to upper floors.

All in the house is quiet except for the now clearly audible sound of piano flooding the lower floors from above--though it isn't so for long. The sound of piano is soon accompanied by the clicking of heels down the wooden stair, a beautiful woman dressed in all black greeting the guests with a smile.

"Welcome, everyone--Lythra, Magnus, it's wonderful to see you."

The woman stands before her long-time friend, Lythra, pressing a hand to Magnus' fur in an act of affection. She kneels to pet the dog with gentle hands, looking up to Cairath.

"Oh, I apologize--I don't believe we've met. My name is Kendra; the professor was my father. May I ask your name?"

She stands, bowing her head as politely. It's easy to tell that she's a woman of magnificent beauty, long black curls falling over her shoulders in golden-ribbon ties. She seems to be wearing the black dressing gown of a woman in mourning. She appears to be no older than twenty, though she carries herself with grace and elegance beyond her years.

This is a test, checking to see if I can get the dice expression right.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Caibel emerges from the shadows from a nearby alley, having watched the manor for some time. He pulled his hood over his horns a bit more due to his hatred of getting them wet. A raven had informed him of the Professor's daughter, and he wished to learn more about his deceased friend. He pushes forward to the gate, opening it, and knocks on the great doors of the manor. When the doors opened, he entered and decided to wait in the shadows of the house, trying to stay out of the way of any other guests due to his past, he has learned that even if he hides his appearance, people always found out what he was and despised him for it.

Kendra poses a grateful smile, obviously deeply affected by the death of her father, though bravely her voice remains steady and calm, her eyes dry and focused. She steps to the side of the door, inviting all in with a wide gesture.

"Please, this is your home for now. Make yourself more than comfortable, it is the least I could do. May I ease your travels? Food, drink, music, literature?"

Her soft accent tips each of her delicately spoken words, and as she does the music from upstairs begins to quiet and eventually fade all together. However, it is not long before another song, this one with notes that stretched into the night, long, soft and elegant.

"There are only two guests yet to arrive according to the list, and I'd hate for you all to stand around wearing your heels into the cold wood. Please, help yourselves to the meal I prepared in the kitchen. My father's library is also...

She pauses, a bit caught on mention of her father, "Rather extensive. I'm sure you'll find something to suit your taste. The upper floors are open to you, and I hope you don't mind the music. The Good Doctor was just playing a song for me.

Seranel approaches the house with an eerie confidence, a confidence as if he had been there many times. Yet, this was his first. The rain and wind seem to not matter to the elf. Clearly visible from the house is the long spear fastened to his back, over what seems to be a light full length jacket. His pale blue eyes shine as the lightning cracks in the skies above him with his dark brown hair pulled back to keep the wind from whipping it into his face. Seranel approaches the large oaken doors and hesitates before knocking. Upon entering he greets Lythra and offers her a token from his homeland, a small rock with arcane markings carved into it that feels remarkably cold even though it was just drawn from Seranel's pocket.
I apologize that this was all that I could bring from Irristin, the journey is quite far and I had little room for extraneous knick knacks. And I am sorry for your loss.

Caibel nods his head at Kendra, "My condolences M'lady. Your father was a good man and he will be missed in Isger. He brought an uplifting atmosphere to my rather dreary homeland. I would love to see his library, his intelligence was one of the many qualities that I enjoyed from him."

To the rest of the guests, "It's a pleasure to meet other acquaintances of the late Doctor, what fascinating people you must be to catch his attention."

With that being said, Caibel retreats back into the darker areas of the room.

Lythra cautiously accepts the token from Seranel examining it in her hand she looks up at him a bit startled by his gesture and closeness. .
“I... oh uuumm, thank you for this... and thank you for your condolences and I’m sorry for your loss as well”
Lythra cast a quick glance at the new comers that followed in after her, she takes in their appearances trying to judge if they are a possible threat or not. Then remembering that they are all friends of the Professor and cannot be too bad she relaxes a bit, but still a bit weary of the new people she moved to keep her distance and kept Magnus close at her side. Taking in last glances at the people in the room she silently moves about coming to Kendra’s side,
“Thank you for your hospitality; I’ll always be a shout away if you need me, okay?”
Not being one for much contact she gives Kendra a soft squeeze on her shoulder as a form of trying to comfort her before excusing herself to go to the library Magnus follows along behind her. As she travels towards the library she studies the markings in the oddly cold stone, muttering to herself in an unidentifiable language.

Caibel follows after Lythra due to his own desire to see the library, yet he was oddly drawn to Lythra, something about her was different, and it unsettled him as well as fascinated him. He stayed fifteen feet behind her due to her wolf could be very territorial of her. He also made note of how the Professor had strange taste in friends. The stone that Seranel gave Lythra was interesting, but not as interesting as the library. Who knew what kind of knowledge the Professor had stored in there.

Cairath looks at Kendra and says:

"Oh, sorry, I'm Cairath. I knew your father form when he was in Absalom some years ago. I'm sorry for your loss, your father was a great man, in ways that words will never be able to truly express. Thank you for everything you're doing in his honor, and for your hospitality."

Cairath begins making her way up the stairs toward the music, intrigued by its intricate and beautiful flow. She has no interest in the library, but takes a particular interest in the people who are now currently in the manor, eager to learn more about what made them such an important part in Professor Lorrimer's life, and vice versa.

Cairath, you head up the stairs and find the music to be coming from a door farthest from you. The door is closed, however, you have a great viewpoint from a nearby window to see the streets below.

For those in the library:

Kendra begins to head to the door, slipping outside. Before leaving, however, she gives a quick smile and speaks.

"Please, get to know the other guests. It's important that we share interest in each other, just as my father would have made a point to show.

Letting fall the veil of mourning over her eyes once more, she heads outside into the rain, apparently to greet the final guest.

Lythra starts to wander around looking at the shelves and shelves of the professor’s books, some looked extremely old and some looked rather new along with ones that had been opened a few times and others that had been read so many times that the spines were weak, and selects a one that she had read lots of times during her stays in the mansion. After picking out a book Lythra turns to face the other guest that had followed her to the library.
“uumm.. Hello, so you ah, know the professor right?”
She tentatively watches him taking in as much of his appearance as she can with most of his face being covered by his hood. She then moves to find a place to sit and look over her book.

Cairath walks towards the door, stopping to take in the music as it gets louder and to look out the window:

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Turning away from the window, she approaches the door and knocks lightly, asking

"May I come in?"

"O-oh, of course. I apologize.

The piano stops, followed by the muffled shuffling of feet and the creaking open of the door. As the door opens, a large room with an extravagant balcony connected is revealed, numerous stacks of books and papers covering the floors and shelves.

It's easy to tell that the books and scraps of ink-bled papers have been put away with as much care as possible, but the sheer amount of the things has caused them to begin to spill about haphazardly. A rather grand piano is pressed near the balcony, and in the doorway stands a man.

The man is rather handsome, though his eyes flick back and forth from the ground, window and Cairath, obviously a bit surprised. His skin is pale, though not sickly so, and his hair curls itself to a moderate length. His beard is well-trimmed and tended to, though a few of his misplaced hairs give him a rather rugged and wild look.

A pair of half-moon glasses are pressed down his nose, a thick crack covering the left lense. He wears a long leather jacket, ruffled shirt beneath unbuttoned to reveal a tangle of thick chest hair. The man is tall and rather strong looking, though the lack of confidence presents an interesting contrast.

His belt is looped with numerous pouches, the smell of wildflowers thick on the man's breath. Vials string their way across a belt thrown over his shoulder and tied across his torso, as well as along the belt at his waist. Softly, they hum and glow, waxing and waning with light and strange alchemical properties.

"I, uh, am sorry if the piano disturbed your rest. I wasn't aware that anyone had arrived, and what name would I carry should I not be able to comfort Kendra in such a ti--

He pauses, shaking his head with a bit of a laugh.

I am endlessly sorry, I get ahead of myself. My name is William, William Falcroft.

William extends a hand in greeting, cheeks tinged with blush. Looking to Cairath directly for the first time, it's easy to notice that his eyes are rather unusual--a strange, pale yellow.

Cairath shakes William's hand, smiling kindly. She is slightly off-put by the strange coloring of his eyes, but overall doesn't think much of it due to his overwhelming show of kindness.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I arrived a few minutes ago, so you didn't disturb anything. I'm Cairath."

She quickly glances over at the piano, then back to William.

"You play beautifully, it certainly brightens up such a gloomy day and air of our travels. Did you write that?"

"Me? Oh, no. No, no, no..."

He shakes his head "no," smile wide and blush thick as he walks back to the piano, bowing to pick up parchment that had fallen to the floor.

"Talchurstein's Fourth, nothing I could claim the fame to. I rarely play, never could I compose such a piece."

He stands slowly, eyes drifting down to the parchment, his Taldan-accented (British equivalent) voice slowing.

The trill in the fifth measure is something I've never truly been able to pick up, and the way...

He looks up, once more.

Oh dear... It appears you've fallen victim twice now to my ramblings."

His face pales, blush seeming to settle as he finds comfort again behind the piano, strong, cut-riddled hand drifting lightly across the wood of the instrument.

"My heart is heavy, my soul gone to Kendra's side."

He looks up, sad smile soft on his lips.

A light laugh escapes Cairath.

"Don't worry about your ramblings, I understand how easy it is to lose yourself to your thoughts, I know it all too well. Especially in times like this, given the circumstance. Our hearts are all with Kendra today, with each other. The Professor was a dear friend to us all."

Remembering what she saw out the window, she looks behind her, then back to William.

"Perhaps we should go and meet the rest of the guests."

Dr. Falcroft nods in agreement, standing to find his way to the door, however distracted by a golden liquid-filled alembic, quickly pulling a small journal from his jacket's breast pocket to jot a few notes down.

He quickly looks to the door.

"Yes, I suppose we should.

Kendra and a rather daunting figure enter through the main gates, her dress now wet with rain. She quickly begins to untie the ribbons from her hair, lifting her veil to reveal an embarrassed pout.

"I had hoped to make a better first impression, Sir Falsinger. If I had only control over the weather, I assure you your journey would have been much more pleasant."

The figure she had brought in was tall, a full head over most men. He was bound in a silver-sheen suit of plate, thick helmet entirely sealing away his face behind a small eye-slit. Upon his forehead and in the center of his very intricate, Ustalavian-styled armor rests the symbol of a blazing sun, the figure of a winged woman draped in flame on a chain around his neck.

Across his back is slung a heavy warhammer, though the head seems to be small and precise, as if for making very clean and surgical strikes. The back half of the hammer, rather than also being blunted, is adorned with a silver spike.

Pulling his helmet off, the fully armed and armored paladin gives a somber bow of the head, revealing a shocking sight.

The paladin was clearly of Orcish decent, pointed ears, frayed nose and twin, fang-like tusks jutting from his lower lip. His skin is rather gray for a Half-Orc, and his eyes a pale pink. Long silver hair tied together in sophisticated golden claps falls to back and over his shoulders.

His voice booms from his mouth, an aura of strength and conviction coming from the statue of a man.
"Kendra, rest assured that I will fulfill my duty as a Knight of the Dawn. I will bring matters into the light, even if I have to drag it there.

Kendra nods, seemingly wounded and weak, though she quickly recovers her stately and sophisticated manner in an act of showmanship.

"If everyone gathers in the library, I would like to have a chat about tomorrow, should everyone comply."

And with that she heads to the library-den.

Entering the entryway, Cairath is almost taken aback by Falsinger, takes a moment to glance at his warhammer, looks to him, and nods with a smile. Addressing both William and Falsinger, she says:

"I suppose we're needed in the library, then."

She turns and walks back upstairs towards the library, longsword bouncing at her hip with her steps.

Lythra looks up from her book and moves to her feet watching the other guests enter the room. She relaxes a bit seeing Kendra and Doctor William walk in, she moves towards them.
“Doctor it is good to see you again, though I wish it wasn't under these circumstances.”
She turns and looks at Kendra
“You are all wet, are you okay would you like me to fetch you a towel or something?”
She hesitantly shifts her weight from foot to foot uneasy around so many people, her senses in high alert. Magnus stands next to her his ears twitching listening around.

Seranel follows the Knight of Dawn and Kendra up the stairs and into the library. As Seranel enters the room and astonishment nearly crosses his face at the sight of the numerous books and the array of magical artifacts that are from the Professor's many travels.
knowledge arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Nothing in the room specifically stands out to the Elf and as he begins to further look around the room, this time at the people surrounding him.
Nothing obvious stands out about the group, at least nothing that is common amongst us all. That just makes it all the more interesting, he sought me out many, many years ago. I highly doubt that only those of us in the room are the people he sought out. So, what makes us so special. And why, of all people, would he want me here? He and I didn't part on the best of terms, mainly because I was am a bit headstrong.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Caibel is taken in by the size of the library, he's only seen libraries that were made of mismatched sets, yet the Professor's library was fascinating to be in. Such exotic guests were here tonight, with that and this library, Caibel barely heard Lythra speak to him. He was to fixated on trying to figure out what Lythra was, she couldn't know that he didn't know what she was, not knowing would be a disadvantage. Hopefully Kendra could help shed some light on her, or even the kind Doctor who entered. Though Falsinger is an interesting being to be here, but then again, everyone here was different in their own way.
The library sure filled up fast, but what was going to be the reason of everyone gathering here? Surely something about the burial, or why us in particular were invited... The Professor was known to have fascinating companions throughout his travels, but what makes all of us special? Our race, talents, homelands maybe?

Kendra leads the party to the library, having each take a seat as she dries her hair by the fair, ivory brush passing through her dark hair. She looks up with a sorrow-tinged smile, producing a small letter from her pocket, running her fingers across the waxen seal.

The funeral is early in the morning, and it is getting late. Perhaps we should all retire early, to prepare. There are rooms for each of you upstairs, though I'm afraid two of you will have to share accommodation, at least for the night.

We'll go ahead and end the day to actually get the adventure going, unless you want your characters to interact some more. Everyone seems to just be playing reserved characters, so I don't see a whole lot happening between you. But, if you'd like to go ahead, we can RP the night out for a bit then head to the funeral.

If it is alright with everyone else I'll be willing to share a bedroom. If here is nothing else to discuss, let's retire for the night and prepare for a busy day. Thank you Kendra for your hospitality.
With that being said , Caibel moves to entrance of the library, waiting to be escorted to his room for the night, but willing to wait for any conversations that might happen.

Lythra returns to her chair in the library watching as the others start to head off to bed, she picks her book back up and continues to read not quite ready to turn in for the night. She traces along the words of the book as she reads becoming almost completely enveloped in the text. Magnus sits at alert next to her.

Cairath, being used to travelling into the night, is hesitant to be escorted to her room. She looks to Caibel, looking as closely as she can at his features without drawing attention to herself, then turns and sees Magnus at alert. Cairath moves about the library to take in her surroundings, not touching the books, and hesitantly looks back to Magnus. She clears her throat rather loudly in order to catch Lythra's attention, then laughs softly.

"If he's going to stare at us all so intently, it would be nice to at least know his name. Beautiful wolf, by the way. He seems at home in this library. He's been here before, I assume?"

Lythra looks up at Cairath from her book then to Magnus and places a hand on his back to calm him down so that he is now lying at Lythra’s feet. Lythra looks up at Cairath picking her words carefully.
“Magnus is just protective....when he is around strangers, and ya, we both have stayed here a few times....though neither of us really like the indoors over the forest, this place.... is nice though”

Cairath takes a few tentative steps closer to Lythra, keeping a close eye on Magnus, and sits in the chair next to Lythra. She glances at the book Lythra is reading in an attempts to find some sort of common ground to discuss, but discovering that the book is something Cairath knows nothing about, looks back up to Lythra.

"You're lucky to have stayed here, this home is by far a greater luxury than what I've seen most of my life. You must have been close to the Professor then."

Cairath looks down, staring at her right palm, and speaks slightly quieter.

"I didn't know him long. He was in Absalom for maybe a month, but even now, years later, I consider him to be one of my dearest friends. He helped me change my life, I wouldn't be where I am now were it not for him. I'd give my sword up to thank him for everything he did for me in such a short time." She chuckles quietly, shaking her head, and changes the subject. "You live in the forest, you say? Well, that explains the furs. What drove you to be in the forest, detached from people like that?"

"So he's like a familiar? Or a companion? Fascinating creature he is! I've never seen one so big before, he must be quite the fighter." Caibel moves from the door and stands about ten feet away from Magnus, examining him from a safe distance. My animal friends are always too busy to stick around... You're fortunate to have such a loyal friend."

Lythra keeps a cautious eye on Cairath moving her hand across the cover of the book.
“That is sr.... something I find interesting, about city people..... you all seem to well base importance, on what luxuries people have... and not on who they are. A bird bases partnership... on the color of wings, but you would base it on the size of their.... nest or were the nest is located... it is strange.”
She turns her attention to Caibel.
“you have animal friends too.... yes... he has been with me all, my life... I guess”

Cairath looks at Lythra and shrugs.

"I grew up with next to nothing, even now I have very few possessions. You'd be surprised how the character of others influences me having come from so little. But regardless, it always amazes me to see the types of luxury some people have. Everything in here is just exquisite."

She looks to Caibel, taking in his infernal-glowing red-ish skin closer for the first time, her breath catches and her heart seems to stop for a moment. She desperately tries to control the fear in her eyes.

Relax, he's here because he knew the Professor. If he's here, he must be a good man. He's not here for you. Just...breathe...

She takes a shaky breath, extends out her hand toward Caibel, and says:

"I don't believe we've met. I'm Cairath."

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Noticing the fear in Cairath's eyes, Caibel couldn't help but smile.
She's afraid of me, for fighter to be scared of something like myself isn't something you see everyday. Foolish girl, I can use this to my advantage. She's must have some story behind her, but she's irrelevant when it comes to wolf woman, but I'll humor her for the time being.
"I'm called many names, but for the sake of convenience, you may call me Caibel. So tell me, Lythra wasn't it? How is it that you came to know our friend the Professor?"

Lythra sends Caibel a confused look and Magnus growls at hem softly.
“ I ummm don’t think I have..... spoken my name so how, do you know it.....and.... if I remember my lessons..... an extended hand is to be.....what’s the word, shaken.... its called a hand shake correct."
She watches Cairath and Cable to see if she and been right or made an incorrect assumption.

Cairath rolls her eyes towards Caibel.

He must be incompetent or uninterested enough to notice the friendly gesture of an extended hand. I'll take his carelessness as a good sign.

Looking to Lythra,

"You are correct....Lythra...it is supposed to be shaken. Since Caibel will not be so kind, perhaps you will?"

She extends her hand once more, this time to Lythra, keeping a careful eye on Magnus to ensure that she is not overstepping any boundary.

Lythra a bit put off the entire situation carefully extends her hand towards Cairath, as she does so she keeps an eye on Magnus keeping him calm.
“Oh, and I met the professor...... a long time back, I uummm was a pu...child then or I guess... more of a child then I am now.”

Cairath raises an eyebrow at Lythra, silently pleased that Magnus remained calm as she shook Lythra's hand.

"Oh? Was he travelling in the forest and happened across you?"

Lythra keep a careful eye on both Cairath and Caibel.
“no, that’s not.... exactly how we met.”

Cairath smiles softly, and tilts her head.

"Then how did you two meet? I apologize if I am pushing, I didn't know the Professor long and would like to know more of his travels as well as others he was close to. Obviously we were all important to him for some reason or another."

“He uumm helped me one time, and taught me a few things.”
Lythra thinks through her words carefully, becoming a bit nervous with so many people around.

So Cairath, how did you meet the Professor? You seem so interested in everyone else's story. Why don't you go ahead and share.
Seranel continues examining the artifacts scattered around the library, pretending not to be looking at the books as well.
The more I am around these people the more I want to know what the Professor was looking for. Was it the uniqueness of each of us, or possibly the sheer power that each of us can wield. One of these books in here must have something on at least one of us. Now that there names have been said it should make skimming through these much easier.

Leaving Asmodeus was easier than talking to this girl.

Cairath gives up on conversation with Lythra and turns to Seranel.

"The Professor was in Absalom some years ago, I believe it was six years now. I met him in a tavern, he was eating dinner and I planned on robbing him. As I said earlier, I don't have many physical possessions. Much to my surprise he invited me to sit down and share a drink, and I did. You can imagine my amazement when I found that I truly enjoyed his company. I returned to the tavern rather often and we would talk into the night, and eventually I told him of the..." She looks through her bangs at Caibel, choosing her words carefully. "...dark life that I had been involved in for quite some time. The Professor convinced me that I could get a better life, and I guess you could say he set me on the right path. It's amazing what his presence for just a month can really do. I wish I could thank him."

Dark life? She must've been involved with necromancy, demons, crime, or some sort of taboo lifestyle. Lythra is obviously guarding something, and this Seranel is shady, even when compared to myself.
Turning his attention away from Magnus and towards Seranel, Caibel was rather intrigued by his initiative and curious by what he was looking for here in the library. He moved his position to be the opposite side of the library from Seranel and began looking through the books, searching for any books relevant to the conversations that he and the professor had.
"I take it that the Professor was a very charismatic person, judging by what you two have said. A pity he never talked about his exploits with others that he had been with during all of our meetings, but secrets do keep the game of life moving on." Caibel silently laughing to himself about that last part.

Magnus starts wandering around the room still keeping an eye on everyone. Lythra keeping a hold on her book continues her conversation with the people in the room.
“Can it be called charisma.... or do you call it, kindness, and as for secrets.... I still do not fully, understand the importance of them.”
She looks about the room
“and if you wish to know..... about the professors encounters, I’m sure they are among the books.... I know his journal on me is here. “

The Professor had an impact on all of our lives, I am sure of that. Maybe there's a necromancer around this town, they might be able to help you say thanks... I am sure the Professor has some sort of information on something like that in here. Eh, that information should probably stay hidden. Not everyone should be trusted with that kind of power. Have you seen any of the other books on his encounters with people like us?
Seranel reaches a similar conclusion as Caibel. Seranel turns from the mass collection and looks at the horned man.
If your offer to share a room still stands, I would be happy to share as well. I will sleep on the floor, I would prefer it that way. Since we are sharing a room, my name is Seranel. This way it won't be nearly as strange.

Halsinger escorts Kendra to the door, steely eyes cutting across the scene in the library. The paladin turns to Kendra, the very large figure whispering to Kendra, who nods slightly in agreement.

Kendra leaves, retiring for the night, though Halsinger remains and finds a table far from the others, removing the idol of Sarenrae from his neck and placing it between closed palms.

Doctor Falcroft lingers, his eyes heavy and tired. Casually, he glances over what few books catch his eye, mostly consistent of alchemical compendiums, herbal codices and catalogues of fantastic metals. They would seem quite dull to any other, though the Doctor's tired eyes and the flick of a smile every so often reveal quite the opposite; he seems to find comfort in the esoteric tomes.

You're unable to find any tomes detailing your connections or adventures with the Professor--it would seem he didn't keep any journals on you, or at least that they aren't here in the library.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Seranel keeps what he heard between Kendra and Halsinger to himself for the time being. Although he will be paying close attention to the two of them.
Seranel walks down the hallway to where the rooms are and walks into his and Caibel's. He rolls up his coat and shirt into a pillow, places the rest of his gear into the corner next to him and lays down for the night.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Caibel doesn't notice anything but the two leaving and along after Seranel, to their room for the night.
Caibel is curious about his roommate, but he'll wait till morning to do anything. As far as he's concerned, Seranel is the one he likes the most. He found a comfortable looking area, and settled in to sleep for the night, excited to see what events would unfold tomorrow and what his birds had to say.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Not hearing anything that Falsinger and Kendra are saying, Cairath decides that the time for conversation has overall ended for the night. Out of everyone it seems that Lythra was the only one who seemed to halfway open up. With some more socialization Cairath is sure that Lythra will become less cautious around her.

With that, she exits the library and turns in for the night, preparing for the day to come.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Seeing as nothing else will happen tonight Lythra and Magnus head off to their room for the night curious about what tomorrow will bring. She lays in bed looking at the stars out her window; Magnus lies next to the bed.