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Halia rushes towards what looks like another alarm beacon, hoping this one is not messed with like the last one. Hopeful luck was on her side this night, she tries to tug on the rope of what she assumes is an alarm bell, hoping that might stop the crazied beast. She really could only hope so, for while she wasn't friends with any of them, she couldn't help but feel a bit of the blame. The worry was hidden, but a careful notice anyone could tell she was over thinking things now.
Halia struggles with the rope, as in her rush she was not stopping to think maybe there was a different way to activate the alarm besides just tugging on the rope. Which is why when there was a loud snap, and the rope came tumbling down on her, she was not ready and was knocked to her feet due to the weight and suddenness of all the rope that came down. She would be unable to untangle herself for a few seconds, dazed and confused.
The Cleric raises her hand and a spear of golden light appears in her hands, she pulls back and throws it at the werewolf.
But she spell goes wide. The cleric scowls as she draws her crossbow.
; hit, not confirmed
; hit!
; miss
One of the guards yells out, "Crossbows, fire!" There is a volley of bolts. Most land, but they don't seem to do much damage. "Draw your glaives and move in!"
Werewolf Mandrake: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Halia: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Cleric: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Temple Guards: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Bolton: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Tandar : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Kurth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Bolton will do his best to provide a flank to the guards that are closing in, to offer as much help as possible. "Some sort of protection, i don't know why but i got a good hit on it, but it didn't seem to do anything." He offers, hoping they know more. He has none of the local knowledge required of these creature.
He will ready to 5-foot (presumably to another flanking location) and attempt to dirty trick blind the werewolf once more, assuming someone manages to trip the creature.
"To elaborate on what Bolton said, it can resist damage from normal weapons not formed of alchemical silver or mithral"
As Tandar tries to trip the wolf he suddenly lunges, grabbing Tandar and flipping him onto the floor
Mandrake tears a chunk out of Tandar's shoulder and takes in all the new players. More were likely coming, and the dwarf was surely dead already. No one could possibly identify him. He could easily come back and finish off Bolton at another time.
Yes, but...
Mandrake decides to take one last swipe on Bolton. Better to finish it now, if possible.
Mandrake goes for the throat, but is rebuffed. Frustrated, he tries to barrel past Bolton.
And does so with no problems.
Werewolf Mandrake: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Halia: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Cleric: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Temple Guards: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Bolton: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Tandar : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Kurth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
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Exasperated beyond reason (from her viewpoint anyways) the creature has destroyed multiple alarms, she rushes back towards the room (a double move) ending up at the door entry behind the guards, ready to reenter the fray, for maybe all she can do to help is delay the creature, hopeful the guards has raised some alarm she has surely missed. She was tired of all this running around, with nothing much to really show for it after pointing out to the guards were to go. Maybe she can beat it to death with her fist?
Bolton sees the creature try to escape, and runs after it. With the numbers on their side now, he hopes that they might catch the creature that murdered an innocent in the streets. He surely has a better case for his own innocence now, but justice may go unrewarded if it gets away. After catching up to the beast, he attempts to grab it, to grapple the werewolf in an attempt to force it to stay put.
Though instead it seems he has only another injury to show for it.
Tandar lies on the floor bleeding to death (-10)
The cleric says a few words and Tandar's bleeding slows.
The other guards meanwhile move in to trip the werewolf.
; tripped!
Mandrake's leg is swept from under him and he crashes to the stone floor with a hollow smack.
; No.
; hit!
The werewolf stands and is beset with attacks from the guards. It growls and moves past them.
Werewolf Mandrake: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Halia: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Cleric: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Temple Guards: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Bolton: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Tandar : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Kurth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Bolton curses and realizes he's just getting in the way at this point. Still, beside his better judgement, the penalized prone wolf makes a tempting target. Seeing he wants to get away once more, Bolt tries to blind the creature in hopes of slowing it down further... but soon finds consciousness fade.
Bolton doesn't appear to be bleeding out as he hits the ground however.
; hit, but no confirm.
The Cleric fires her crossbow into the werewolf. And while it lands with a powerful thunk, the feral creature seems to simply ignore the bolt. The cleric frowns, but seeing the futility of further combat, simply steps aside.
The guards try to trip the creature again, but are not successful.
Mandrake breaks past Halia while the Cleric simply stands to one side. The werewolf is in full flight.
"Stand down!" the cleric tells the guards. "We can not harm it. We need to regroup and take care of our wounded."
The Cleric steps in to stabilize all the wounded and then heal them. She moves to Tandar fist since he seems to be in the most grievous state.
The Cleric wipes her forehead of sweat from the exertion of all the divine channeling.
"All right. I would like some answers now. What is going on?" the Cleric says.
Kurth comes to with a groan.
; No.
When he can finally make sense of things, he can see blood everywhere. His uniform is practically bathed in it. And to his horror he remembers that it's his own. He can actually remember his neck being torn by that beast.
Kurth shudders and then looks at the cleric in front of him.
"Mandrake," he whispers. He then clears his throat and says louder, "It was Sergeant Mandrake. He turned into that--that thing. By the Lawgiver's Benevolent Hammer, what even was that thing!?"
Krendec stands up, brushing himself off. Blood covers his coat but he hardly seems to care "That was a werewolf. Didn't I tell you it would resist normal strikes?"
" I do not know how he got here but I do know that he was the one who murdered poor Emily"
Bolton takes a deep gasp as he feels the radiant energy bring him to consciousness. Sitting up and looking around, he realizes he couldn't have been down for very long. Crawling over to a wall and sitting against it to rest he listens to the others start to give an explanation. "I suppose this means poor Cami is off the hook then?" He asks with a tired smile. "Sorry about the girl though. By the time i got to the alley she was already down, though i did check to see if i could stabilize her."
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Halia looks around and sighs. She feels a bit responsible for the injuries, and it shows on her face. Even on an elfs normaly stoctic face one could tell she was feeling some guilt. She blamed herself for everyone's injuries, since without her word, would Mandrake have really came back?
If only I hadn't lied. He'll I could've just claimed the body, instead I got all these good people harmed. Maybe I could just sneak out, go check the body.
She steps outside the room, giving it a few seconds. Did she think they'd notice her missing? Maybe. Would she wait a bit before going to search for the body? Yes, since just disappearing would make it look like she planned it, and THAT would look worse than anything else happening.
Tandar walks toward Bolton "What is your name? And thank you for your help in detaining the beast. I couldn't do it alone."
Kurth bristled at his case being so easily dismissed. But couldn't completely disagree either.
"You're still a person of interest, Mister Reid. But I suppose we can release your--pet--back into your care. But do not leave town until this investigation is completed."
Kurth then turned towards Tandar who was speaking to Miss Greentree.
; Exceptional Yes
Kurth reached for his notes, and realized that it was covered in blood and shredded beyond salvaging. He doubted even a mending spell would do it. He tossed it to the floor in disgust.
He then walked over to Tandar and Halia. He was still suspicious of Miss Greentree, but she had apparently saved his life. And so he would ignore his suspicions.
For now.
"Tandar, you mentioned that thing was a werewolf. How do we kill it?"
"I would be quite interested in that fact as well," said Olivia.
"My name is Bolton Reid," Bolton offers just before Silvermug offers him that he would need to stay in the city. "And honestly, i don't think we succeeded in detaining it. Still, we're all alive and that's something!" After a quick thought, he continues with Kurth, "On that note, what about my possessions? I still haven't paid for an inn yet, so I'll need my supplies back to afford one."
Hearing about how to slay a werewolf, Bolton listened in as well. Given his uselessness here he was certainly interested in how they might be slain. "You said something about mithral, right?"
"Your possessions will be returned to you," Kurth assures Bolton. "As I said, you are a person of interest. But you are not going to be detained any longer. And Mandrake clearly intends to kill you, so of course we wouldn't leave you defenseless. As a matter of fact, we can arrange a safe house for you here in the city."
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Frowns slightly as she listens in, before piping up "Are we sure that Mandrake was targeting Mr. Bolton? For if he was a guard he would instead target a witness no? And please, my first name is Halia. Seeing as I nearly got you all killed, you atleast deserve my first name. "
She tries to recall if her people had any words on how to deal or catch a werewolf but she found that if there was, it was possibly a class she skipped in school. She chews her lip for a minute before she says "Maybe we should search a library or other place of knowledge? That could aid us, and would be useful as to possibly why he was targeting her."
"Killing a werewolf is not hard with the correct preparation. It has a certain defense that can only be bypassed with Alchemical silver or Mithral. Silversheen can however be used as a substitute, and keep in mind that only physical weapons will be affected by this resistance. your spear-for example-would not be affected by the resistance"
in response to Halia "My name is Tandar. The library may have some writing about werewolves; good idea"
Bolton scratches his chin and finds the energy to sand up. "Still, it's late now. Best not any of us," he starts referring to the four of them that were at the forefront of inhibiting whatever the werewolf was trying to accomplish, "be anywhere alone. That said, I would love to take you up on the offer of a place to take shelter. Perhaps in the morning when we have rested from this ordeal, we can explore more about the wolf-man and his odd condition. I would certainly enjoy the chance to completely clear my name, and also bring down the terror that showed up. Maybe pick up some blanch for my arrows when the market is open."
"Tomorrow Halia, Bolton search for Alchemical Silver blades-I would like a Rapier please" He gives the requisite amount of gold to Bolton "Kurth and I will search the library for any more information about the werewolfs. Does anyone disagree with that plan?"
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Halia pause for a moment before she utters in surprise " Tandar, you mentioned the dead girls name? What did you say it was again?" She was trying to connect some dots, for she had never been told the contacts name, and Emily just seemed so unlikely a name.
" The reason I ask is I knew her by a different name, the one I knew was Elisa. She is suppose to be from Rence. How well did you know her?" She was trying to dig for just a little bit more, maybe she wasnt so bad off luckwise, until she had a scary thought, and voice her opinion once she thought on it. She asked them gathered " It is nice and all to room together boys, however some of us have different... sensibilities and I just wonder... how... incase the monster came back... would anyone know? Being alone in a room I think is what nearly got us killed."
Bolton and Kurth would most likely notice a slight shake to her voice, the fear not quiet hidden. And she was scared, for if the girl was the contact point, how did she not know the werewolf was not an assasain? He could have meant to kill them both, and now she would be hunted down like a mangy dog. When it was mentioend they stay trogether, she nodded. She liked the idea of staying together, but seeing the lack of females, was a bit concerned for her safety, not really knowing any of the males gathered. She remembered how the bandits treated some of the women they captured, and somewhat proved the horror stories of humans true.
How do I know this isn't some plan to just get me alone and murder me? Bolton looks familiar but I just can not place from were. Could he have been with the other bandit groups? Or worse, he was in the larger group I had avoided. Surely he isn't here for that. No one from that little town would ever come to the capital. Would they?
; Yes.
"We can't completely predict what Mandrake will do now. But I doubt he'd come back here, especially once he hears I'm not dead. And if silver hurts him, then we can issue silver bolts to the female guards we'll station right outside your private room--Miss Greentree."
Kurth makes a point to put some emphasis on the elf's name, which he was beginning to suspect might be an alias. She was clearly guilty of something. And that meant she probably had information he needed to stop Mandrake. He'd cut her a deal if he had to.
But why not let her sweat a little over night first?
Bolton sought one of the men who'd returned back to question the logic of being sent away, that ended up saving their lives. Seeing Kurth still in discussion, decided to ask to be shown where he could regather his belongings, and if possible Cami as well. He waved to the others saying, "I'll be back just in a short moment, want to gather up my gear. And Cami has been stuck in a cage long enough as it is."
Meanwhile, in a dark alley several blocks down Mandrake curses back in his human form. He'd been too brazen in his latest attack. He'd been waiting for the woman, who was supposedly meeting someone else as well, in connection with D.D. He felt her notice him, and so had to act too early... honestly, what really surprised him was the arrival of a completely unrelated party...
and that he was seen by a witness no less? It went about as bad as it could. He wasn't injured, but still felt great pains. The only hope he had was that nobody the only one to see the chance, the dwarf...
"You know, he's still alive. Stubborn little people they are."
A voice from the darkness caused his heart rate to spike, and he felt his beastial form begin to once more pull at the seams
"Calm yourself. We're both friends here... or well, we could be."
"Easier to trust a face i can see." Mandrake responds, hearing the voice from no specific direction.
"Trust will come in time, just know that we have been following your... antagonistic interactions with the the servants of D.D. I won't ask your reasons, but we do support them. In fact, we're willing to offer to you, your next target and a place you can stay safe. Chances are your home will be raided."
Mandrake stayed silent for a minute. He didn't like being used, but didn't have much going for him now that his identity was surely ousted. Finally speaking up, he answered, "Fine. Let's get to it then."
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During the night, a fire breaks out in a nearby building. The burning smell wafts through the morning air, a clear sig nof danger form last night. Silvermug would realize in the morning when he hears about it, that it would have been that exact safe house they where going to stay in, but had ended up being to late to travel, and the group had instead stayed in the safety of the church bunkrooms for visiting clergy. A bit of fortune in this horrid affair surely, as perhaps the werewolf attack saved them all from a fiery death. Hours after the fire, a secret meeting was held about the case, as it involved corruption within the ranks, only senior officers and clergy was at it. During this meeting, several things were discussed, including Silvermug, Tandar, and Bolton's heroism in the face of overwhelming danger.
Silvermug would receive the minutes of the meeting, as would other members of the church, as it decried the violence against innocents and included a sermon on how law and order are what protects us from these vile beasts, and that the attack on the members of the church only proves how important it is to follow and maintain order and just laws. Silvermug also got in his packet, orders that him and the group where to remain close by to the church, essentially prisoners, as an obvious attempt has been made on their lives. How Silvermug delivers this news however is best left to him the letter ends, as for now, none of them may leave the city, and to try and stay together, or at least in groups of 2 or more.
Before retiring for the night, Kurth used his magic to heal himself and the other who were injured in the attack.
The next morning, Kurth is told of the attack. At first he was livid, and asked why he wasn't informed immediately since this likely affected his case. But that was when he was informed that he was being removed from the case. The orders coming from the Chief Inquisitor herself.
"You are a likely target, Inquisitor Silvermug," he was told by his superior. "You cannot investigate your own case."
Kurth understood the logic, but it galled at him all the same.
Kurth informs the others about the events.
"It looks like we all need to stick together. Technically, I'm off this case, but I don't do well just sitting around doing nothing. I agree with Tandar that we should investigate the werewolf at the library. We know silver works against it, but maybe we'll find something else to help as well."
"Speaking of which, I'm not actually sure where we can find silver weapons in the city. I've never had to buy one. There are a few silver weapons here at the Church, but that's in short supply, and isn't something we can just commandeer for free, especially since we have to arm the guards. Anyone know where we can find some proper weapons?"
"Admittedly, the last times i came to Valora I wasn't really running around purchasing equipment. Not sure about the layout of the city too well myself. That said though..." He clears his throat, petting the happy wolf next to him-- clearly glad to be out of a cage. "I think this would be a good chance to do formal introductions, since we may be together for a bit. My name is Bolton Reid, Bolt is fine if you'd rather. I have lived down in Rence, a border town near the elven and dwarven lands to the south. Recently left after things got peaceful with the bandits calming down to try out an adventurer's lifestyle before i get too old for it. This here," he pats Cami once more, "Is my companion, Cami. She can be a bit stubborn, but is helpful when hunting."
Kurth stares at the wolf warily. "Uh, charmed." He clears his throat and says, "My name is Kurth. I'm an Inquisitor for the Church of the Master of the First Vault. I seek out enemies of the Faith."
Kurth then took a deep breath.
"And I should say thank you for saving my life. I am in your debt. And that is no small thing for an Abadarran."
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Was coming out of her room,having changed into clothing more suited to sitting around a dusty old church and freezes when Bolton mentions being from Rence. She was now backtracking in her mind to see if she mentioned being from Rence, or if she gave another place. As she could not keep the fact she had paused from being obvious, she coughs slightly and tries to cover it up by directing the question back to a few of the task at hand. Being placed near Rence would bring up questions she would rather not answer, not with how things have turned out. She was very much regretting her choice to hang out with those bandits.
" Is there anyway we could access the priesthood about how to care for the werewolf issue? Or is there something else we could be doing?"
She had dressed for the day in a causal dress, but all those gathered near by, or having a passing acquaintance with the female form, the lack of curves in certain places gave tell she was carrying more than a few daggers. As she tried to avoid the question of who she was, she answers
" I guess introductions are to be given. I am Halia Silver... Greenwood. I would like to claim my home may be found on a map, but I am doubtful you would have that map." She prayed to Calistria that no one would question nor recongize her slip up as her trying ot hide a name, but rather a translation mistake
আপনি হ্যালিয়া লুকানোর চেষ্টা করছেন কি?
What are you trying to hide halia?
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Sniffs at Tandar and states back, at least happy to be in a proper language. Proper to her anyways. She even flicks her hair like how dare he question her. Even if it was a very valid and frankly reasonable question
আমার কি কোন অর্থ আছে তুমি জানো? আমি যে কোনও খিলান হিসাবে খোলা হিসাবে খোলা।
Tandar laughs "যে সম্ভবত আপনি তৈরি হতে পারে সবচেয়ে খারাপ তুলনা ছিল।
কেন? আপনি আপনার নাম রূপালী থেকে গ্রীনউড পর্যন্ত দ্রুত পরিবর্তন করেছেন, যখন আপনি বোল্টনকে উদ্ধৃত করার সময় থামিয়েছেন, আপনি সন্দেহজনক চেহারা না দেখানোর জন্য অনেকগুলি খিঁচুনি লুকিয়ে রেখেছেন, এবং এখন আপনি স্পষ্টভাবে আপনার শব্দগুলিকে মিশ্রিত করেছেন; সম্ভবত স্নায়বিকতা আউট"
That was possibly the worst comparison you could have made.
As for why; you quickly changed your name from silver to greenwood, you paused when bolton mentioned rence, you are hiding far too many daggers to not look suspicious, and just now you clearly mixed up your words; probably out of nervousness.
Bolton offers an odd glance to Kurth, as the two elves converse in their own language beside them. Admittedly, the woman did seem oddly nervous, maybe he was trying to calm her down. He shrugged, "I do think researching at the library before anything else might be first priority. We might learn something more that might influence any purchases."
He suggests this, though not trying to interrupt their conversation. He still waits for the male elf's formal introduction as well.
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Scowls at Tandar, and waves a hand, then points to both Bolton and Kurth before replying, her tone carrying that she was miffed. However since Tandar could understand her, he would know the truth, or most of it.
আমি কিছু লজ্জাজনক জিনিস হতে পারে। এদের মধ্যে কেউই প্রাচীন নয়, তাই আমার কাজগুলি সম্পূর্ণরূপে তাদের কাছে ব্যাখ্যা করতে হবে না। যাইহোক, আমরা একসঙ্গে থাকা উচিত এবং একটি সংযুক্ত ফ্রন্ট আছে। মানুষ আমাদের জমিতে অনাহুত, এবং এই বোল্টন সহকর্মী এমন একটি শহর থেকে এসেছেন যা এভাবে করেছে।
She does try to adjust her dress, the simple garment however seems obvious to her trying to move the daggers into a less obvious place. She then moves two slender bladed daggers from her chest area, which Bolton and Kurth would most likely question where they came from, as she was not the most blessed in that area, before tying her wavy hair up, a few blue strands falling forward, covering her face before she tucked them back. Outside of the two daggers in her hair, she looked like a slightly plump elven woman, but maybe no one would think her more than just a simple commoner. Surely elves were not a rare thing in the city.
"আপনার ভর্তি জন্য আপনাকে ধন্যবাদ। আমি আরও বলব না কিন্তু আমাকে বলুন, আমি আপনার গোপন ভাগ হবে ভয় পাবেন না।"
Thank you for your admission. I will not press further but should you choose to tell me, do not be afraid that i would share your secret.
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Nods at his words, and replies back to him, trusting him as an elf, but even then her actions had not been as honorable as other members of her race wished they were
আমি ভবিষ্যতে হতে পারে আপনি জানেন না মানুষ যদি আমাদের বুঝতে পারে। কিছু আমাদের প্রাচীন সংস্কৃতি অধ্যয়ন।
"যে অর্থে তোলে, বিশেষ করে elven রাজ্যের সীমানা রেনেসা থেকে।"
Addressing the room as a whole "I am Tandar Yon, an alchemist of sorts and a retired soldier. I have lived in this city my whole life, only travelling when the army demanded. I have also been a friend of Kurth for years occasionally helping out in his investigations."
Kurth returns Bolton's look with a shrug. And when the two elves finally finish their private conversation, he clears his throat and says, "Tandar's a bit unconventional, but he's reliable. I trust him with my life and frankly so should you."
"Starting to think I should take you up on that offer to learn your language, Tandar. But never mind. I trust you. As for you, Miss Silver-Greentree, relax. I have bigger fish to fry than whatever mess you got yourself mixed in. I work for the Church, not the city guard. I'm trying to save lives, not put people in jail. So you might as well be open and honest with all of us."
Kurth is being perfectly sincere. He doesn't care about what Halia's done so long as she cooperates.
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Tensed up, thankful she had not told him the truth. A small feeling of betrayal sparked, for while she could work for them for gold, working for the human army was just... unthinkable. How could he stand them killing his own kind? Most humans are just animals, this whole affair proves it. How could he help them? She sniffs a bit, but she wasn't any different. Truth be told she was a thief, scoundrel, and she was judging him? Someone was being a might be unfair. She stares off, her brow a bit wrinkled and she continues to worry. These men had tried to save her life, somewhat, and yet... she would be hanged by all three most likely for the crimes of her past. They had shed blood in the name of the law, but she was just a criminal.
"I suppose we start by grabbing silver gear then, and proceed thereafter to research more?" Bolton offered, contradicting his prior suggestion. Following the direction of Tandar, who seems to know of someone that can get them such materials. In his own mind, a blanch of silver, and maybe other kinds, for his arrows wouldn't hurt.
Honestly, many others from the capital, while some more progressive than others, would likely scoff at the idea of being stuck with a group of non-Humans. Halflings not-withstanding. They weren't openly prosecuted for race alone or anything of that sort, but undue resentment did tend to exist within the population. His own views skewed somewhat due to his life at the border, and more frequent interaction with both elves and dwarves. Plus, Tandar and Kurth seemed to do right by him so far, though little he's known them. Halia, however, seemed oddly familiar to him. Not something he would dig into too much, as it's highly likely he might have just seen her at some point heading by Rence en route to elven lands. They're one of the first roads from them into Huinia, after all.
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Sighs softly at Kurth, and shakes her head " The truth is not something anyone here needs from me right now, not while we may die. Let us solve that first , then maybe we can talk again. In the mean time, I got pretty, so lets go do some shopping. Rather not waste the day. We could have a good bit of study ahead of us with this werewolf thing." They all could tell she didn't intend to share what she had done, but the tone and her actions said she wasnt proud of them, and most likely they didnt have a statue of limitations on them either.
Changing the subject, she asks Kurth " Where would we find shops that cater to like... clothing and other supplies? One must look good while trapped. I bet I could even get your beard styled." It was clearly a ploy to change to happier subjects, as they started to leave for the weapon shops.
Kurth goes into a long and detailed review of many of the shops he knows, their wares and their business practices. He even makes a point to warn her about a few that he knows that are hostile to non-humans. "They'll still take your money, mind. But they'll gouge you for every copper they can get their mitts on. Shameful."
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Nods, a bit used to the racism from the humans. She says " I guess we will need to go cloth shopping first, then for some stuff to bathe with," giving the men a pointed look " then onto the blacksmith for silver weapons. Any where else? We go to the library afterwards? That way we all shop, then are together most of the time. Are they going to send guards with us or are we armed enough to go?" She had left her bow and rapier with her armor, as she wasnt planning on ruining the only nice dress she had with her. More like only dress. The men are lucky they dont have to deal with long hair and dresses. Or the lack of any more dresses. She made a face at the thought of needing more clothing. Just more stuff to carry back home.