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Bela's lips part gently as Kadrian steps nearer once more, her breath hitching as she feels the man's arm close around her waist. One slender hand moves to grip onto Kadrian's bicep for balance (and a little indulgence) as Bela rises to the tips of her toes, meeting the nobleman halfway as he dips his head down. She keeps the kiss tentative for the first few moments, more than willing to let Kadrian set the pace. But it doesn't take long for Bela to get swept up in the passion, her other hand sliding up the swashbuckler's neck to take hold of his silky brown locks and deepen their embrace.
Bela breaks from the kiss, but does not pull back from sharing space with the man yet, keeping their bodies close enough that their breaths still mingle as she tries to catch hers. Letting her hands drop to idly wander the planes of his work-hardened chest and torso, Bela rises to give the swashbuckler one quick parting kiss before bidding him a good night. "I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, then. Goodnight, Kadrian," she bids the man, and then moves to enter her house. "Oh, Kadrian? Be careful out on the roads tonight. ...I will be very cross if you don't show in the morning," the summoner warns, trying to mask her concern with a little humor.
"Goodnight, Bela", smiles Kadriana, who bows and watches the summoner close her parent's door.
Continuing to smile stupidly for a few more moments, the swashbuckler once again unsheaths his rapier to walk the streets of Sandpoint.
Taking a moment to orient himself, Kadrian discovers The Vauni House is right down the street from Deverin Manor on Prickleback Lane.
Hmmm. She's beautiful AND adjacent. Opportunities abound!
Doing his best to remain vigilant during his short walk to Deverin Manor, Kadrian's mind can't help to dwell on the days events and the people he met today.
The kinship I feel toward the dwarf, Rak, is amazingly strong. It's as if Cayden Cailean himself but both our ale mugs right next to each other on Golarion's bar.
Before that Bendoc was just a halfing face in the crowd, but who would have thought he was so good with that slingstaff. I'm surprised he didn't best me further at the knife throw.
Alukeh's a good sort. It is glad that despite Sandpoint's early history, some shoanti are willing to walk it's streets. Much should be done to encourage this, and maybe heal old wounds.
Edwards, frowned Kadrian. Can't say I like him very much. Sure, I've never wanted my status to be a barrier between people, but Edwards crossed the line several times today. I think he called Foxglove "lord" several times, but not me. Not even once! One of these days, that guard is going to be in position where he will HAVE to address me as Lord. And what a fine day that will be!
Kadrian's frown disappeared when his mind floated back to the subject of Izbela. Hmmm. Bela. Fine woman and kisser. A beautiful and mysterious force to be reckoned with. Not a bad day.
Kadrian, man! Get a grip! The swashbuckler shivers, maybe due to the lowering temperature, but Kadrian ponders the truth.
You nearly died today, Kadrian! I know you are eager to one day walk welcomed into Cayden Cailean's Domain, but you still have a lot of living to do! Kadrian takes a quick glance behind him where the Vauni live. I hope my dreams populated by Bela and not Pharisma.
Kadrian quickly finds himself at the front door of Deverin Manor. Most of the windows are lit from the candles inside. Kadrian Deverin knocks on the door strongly.
The walk to the Rusty Dragon only takes a few minutes, but it seems like it takes longer. Numerous people come running up to shake hands and show their appreciation. Alma Avertin, the town baker comes rushing up carrying a loaf of fresh-baked bread and almost forces it into Akuleh's arms. "Please, take this. We owe you so much."
Cyrdak Drokkus hurries over and asks Bendoc to audition for his next play. "Please, you simply must. Show these people your abilities in a different light. With those cheekbones, you'd be amazing. Trust me, I know talent when i see it."
A young boy runs up and passes a folded note to Rak. The note reads Come by Savah's Armory for a 20% discount. Just present this letter.
Arriving at the Rusty Dragon does not curtail the cheering or deter people from showing up with gifts. In fact, almost as soon as the door opens those gathered start cheering. "Hooray for the heroes of Sandpoint!"
Ameiko quickly walks over, trying to hush the crowd as she moves. "Come in, come in. Don't by shy, and don't let these louts scare you. They may by uglier than goblins, but they're not quite as mean" she says with a grin on her face. Several of the patrons erupt into laughter although a few share looks of concern. Much finger pointing ensues and more jokes are made while two boys roll a barrel of ale out from behind the bar.
"Fetch our heroes some clean glasses." One of the boys hustles back as ordered while the other begins to tap the barrel.
"Please, enjoy. I'll put the fire on and start cooking. Sit. Relax. The guards seem to have the gates locked down so the biggest thing you have to worry about now is toasts, and maybe a hangover." She gives a big smile before heading back to the kitchen to start dinner.
All the praises and offers of favors and free drinks bring a smile to Akuleh's face, but they mostly wash over him. When the Alma gives him the bread, however, a tear escapes and his normally stoic expression shows just how deeply touched he is by the woman's simple gesture of gratitude. To him, drinks and a song are the normal rewards of a well-fought victory, but the gift of bread is like handing someone your life. To the Shoanti, this gift was worth more than all else. As Alma presses the loaf into his arms, Akuleh returns her smile and says, "Thank you, Miss. You do me great honor with your gift. I am honored to have served in protecting this town, and pledge to continue to do so, for to serve a town like this is to serve and protect all good people." He places a hand on the woman's shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze before lifting the loaf above his head and shouting in celebration.
He carries on with the celebrating crowds to the Rusty Dragon and does his part to partake of Ameiko's generosity, but only takes enough drinks to loosen up slightly and enjoy the celebrations. Before the revelries impair his senses, he approaches the tavern's proprietor and quietly asks her to show him to his room. "I'm afraid I'm getting too old to keep up with some of these good people. I'll have to call it a night a bit early if you don't mind. Thank you again for your welcome. You run a fine establishment here, far more than a simple clansman like me deserves."
Bendoc sit silently as he enjoys the benefits of being a town hero. As he enjoys his second helping of food his thoughts keep returning to the days events and how the goblin got into the town.
Eventually, he cleans his plate and wipes his mouth on his napkin before he announces, "I must agree with my Shoanti friend. Dawn will come early and we have a lot of work to do."
Rak continues to celebrate with the townfolk, knowing the catharsis that's needed in Sandpoint tonight. He watches his drinking, casting create water for actual water as often as he downs one of Ameiko's ales. He notes Akuleh and Bendoc both heading up to bed, and eventually finds his own way to his room before too long.
Well, she wasn't kidding when she said they'd be the best rooms. I could get used to this!
The crowd in the Rusty Dragon thins out relatively quickly but not until after several rounds have been consumed. As promised, Ameiko serves plate after plate of delicious food. The toasts ring out for hours before most of the patrons end up stumbling home drunk. Those that remain pass out in the common room.
Throughout the evening, Lord Foxglove is present but is poor company. He obviously laments the absence of Izbela and Kadrian, and is constantly inquiring as to their whereabouts to anyone that will listen.
The rooms are not large or extravagant, but they are comfortable. The furniture is well-made and the beds are a welcome sight after such a lengthy day. Sleep almost comes too quickly.
In the morning, Ameiko is up and preparing breakfast before anyone else. While eating, the main door is flung open and Father Zantus along with Sheriff Hemlock enter. They immediately approach those that have gathered. The Sheriff asks to speak with Kane privately. As the two step away, Father Zantus begins.
"It seems that during the goblin raid, someone entered the burial vault of Ezakien Tobyn, the town's previous priest. I don't know anything beyond that really. Well, there were footprints outside of the door. I did not dare to enter alone. I informed the Sheriff and he seemed to think that maybe you could investigate. The vault is in the Boneyard, near the Cathedral."
"We've interrogated some of the goblins that we managed to capture, but have learned very little. They were given orders to kill everyone and burn the town down, especially the cathedral. They say they were given these orders by their leader, some "longshanks". I need you to investigate, take them with you. I can't spare any other guards. Everyone is pulling double duty until we know more and are sure the little buggers won't be coming back for another shot."
At about an hour after sunrise, Kadrian Deverin rides into Sandpoint upon his light horse "Barley", tired but far better prepared than when he was driven in just 24 hours ago.
Who would have thought my life and Sandpoint would change so dramatically in just a day?
The swashbuckler is pushed up farther on his saddle, to make some room for a small chest, tied to the back of the saddle. Along with his beautiful rapier, Kadrian also has a shortsword with scabbard hang from his opposite hip, with a shiny buckler on his shield arm. Several things the young noble thought he wouldn't need for a festival celebration.
Upon entering Sandpoint, Kadrian travels to Deverin Manor to quickly drop off his small chest, containing several days clothes, a small mirror, shaving kit, and his new mandolin.
His Aunt Vana greets hims at the door.
"Well, you look a far better now than you did last night!"
"Good morning to you, too" smiles Kadrian, as he leans into to kiss his aunt's cheek.
"Sheriff Hemlock's looking for you. He stopped by around daybreak. He didn't say what he wanted but was looking for all the "Heroes of Sandpoint!" That's what the are calling you now. You and those other ..people who fought outside the Cathedral! Your Aunt Kendra told him you were planning on coming back this morning. She's busy surveying all the damage those damned goblins did!"
"Well", sighed Kadrian, "When I last left my fellow "heroes", they were going to celebrate at The Rusty Dragon, so I'll head there first." And with that, Kadrian wished his Aunt Vana goodbye.
As Kadrian rode down Market Street toward The Rusty Dragon, the swashbuckler was greeted by people checking on their storefronts, shoppers seeing if food could be bought after the raid. People ran up to his horse to shake his hand, or pat his back, or thank him for helping to save Sandpoint. Kadrian, slightly overwhelmed, smiled and accepted their thanks.
Well, I can't say I wasn't warned.
After tying up Barley on a post outside The Rusty Dragon, Kadrian tried to disperse the small crowd around him.
"People of Sandpoint", started Kadrian, I am overwhelmed by your outpouring of gratitude. I did nothing more than what any good citizen of this great town would have done in the same circumstances. Now. if you will excuse me, we all have a lot of work ahead of us today, so I must see to my new friends, and plan the day. Thank you."
Sighing to himself, Kadrian enters The Rusty Dragon. Looking around , the swashbuckler sees several of his comrades, with Father Zanthus and Sheriff Hemlock.
"Good morning, all! What news?"
Akuleh awoke before sunrise on the next morning, as was his habit. He walked out his room, then out of the tavern entirely, carrying only his spear and a small pouch. As he walked through the empty common area of the tavern, he nodded a silent greeting to Ameiko, who looked at him quizzically before returning to her duties preparing for the day. His slow walk down market street was much the same. He exchanged silent greetings with the few people who were up and about in the early morning mist, then continued on his way until he reached the Sandpoint Bridge, where he clambered down off of the road to the banks of the River. He waded in a few steps and bathed himself. Ameiko had provided a basin to wash in, and Akuleh had used the water to wash the blood from his hands, his face, and his body. For this, however, he wanted clear, running water. The warrior immersed himself in the waters, then rose out again, streams of water running down his chest and arms. He looked down at the arm that the boar had mangled and grimaced. Once he felt he had properly cleaned himself, he returned to the banks of the river, pulled a small totem from the leather pouch he had brought with him, stood it up on a rock beside the river and kneeled before it in contemplation and prayer. How had it only been one day since the last time he had gone through these motions? With all that had happened, all the new friends he had made, all the people that had died, how could it only have been one day? It was more than Akuleh could understand for now, but he prayed that his ancestors would make it clear someday.
The Shoanti returns to the Rusty Dragon, cleansed and refreshed in both body and spirit. He returns to his room and gathers the rest of his possessions, then heads downstairs to break his nightly fast. Just as he is picking up a particularly crisp strip of bacon, a very official-looking man enters alongside Father Zantus. Akuleh quickly learns that the official is the town's Sheriff, but does not have a chance to introduce himself before he takes Kane aside to speak with him separately. Akuleh turns to Father Zantus as the holy man begins to situation at hand. Akuleh's face quickly falls as he hears the news, but he responds almost immediately when the priest finishes. "Of course, Father Zantus. I will be glad to investigate this terrible desecration." He pauses for a moment before going on, "What purpose could someone have to enter Father Tobyn's tomb? Was there some relic of great value there that someone may have wished to gain for themselves?"
"Good question Akuleh," Bendoc nodded his head in agreement at the Shoanti's question. This Shoanti is perceptive for a savage.
The dwarf wakes up in his comfortable bed, the sunlight already shining brightly through the window. Hmmm, I might be a bit late. He seems unconcerned as he slowly gets out of the bed and makes his way around the room, cleaning up and gathering his things to wander downstairs. When he is perfectly refreshed, he finally makes his way down.
He sees Father Zantus along with most of his new friends from last night. "Hallooo friends. I had every intention to be up before dawn, I'll have you know, and the road to Cayden's Hall is paved with good intentions!" He turns to the proprietor. "Ameiko, you have the best food in Sandpoint; do you have anything for an early morn? I'd be much obliged. And an ale, of course," he says with a wink.
"What news? What has the bright light of a new day uncovered?" He allows his friends to bring him up to speed on the news from Father Zantus. "I have the same question as the Shoanti. Why this tomb, Father? These goblins were seeking pure destruction, in their form of joy. That means they were hired--or enticed--to do their ill deeds of yesterday. Who did the enticing, and what were they seeking to gain from the distraction?"
Would it be foolish of me to pursue my heart's desire? Izbela questions as she deftly shuffles the Harrow cards. A small smile plays on her lips as she thinks of what her Nana would have to say about her using the cards to indulge such juvenile curiosity. Bela always did lack a certain reverence for the cards, and, in her grandmother's opinion, the wisdom to correctly interpret their message. Still, such shortcomings do not stop the summoner from turning to the Harrow to satisfy her own idle amusement.
She turns over the first three cards of the left column, representing the past. Of them, The Lost, the twisted, fallen version of her own guardian, is the only one that merits interpretation as an opposed match. Let's see, a card of chaotic evil in the Past Positive. That means... finding clarity in times of stress, if I recall correctly.
The cards of the middle column are the next to be revealed, representing the present. Hmm, all partial matches. What to do, what to do? Her steely grey eyes look over the faces of the new cards, wishing she had paid better attention to her Nana's lessons. After a few moments of indecision, she taps one nail against The Wanderer, located in the Present Unclear. This one. The Wanderer means being clever enough to see the value in things that others overlook. Then again, it might also represent losing one's values altogether. There's a cheery thought.
Turning the cards of the last column--the future--face up, Bela is unsurprised to find the very same cards on her left are also present on the right, if in an altered order. She has learned long ago not to question the strangeness of her heirloom Harrow deck. Clearly the cards mean to tell me something, but Desna help me if I know what it is. The cards of the final column are all partial matches, so, with no guidance on which to interpret, Bela once again chooses the card in the second row: Future Unclear. The Lost. Confusion, loss of identity... emptiness. Or, again, clarity under duress.
Her gaze roams over the faces of all the cards once more, almost expectantly, as if waiting for them to spell out a clearer message. The silence that greets her as she waits is soon disturbed by the amused, somewhat derisive snort Bela gives at expecting to glean a deeper meaning from the cards. "Well, that was illuminating." Once the cards are again gathered in a neat stack, Bela rises and finishes getting ready for the day.
If questioned about it later, Bela won't be able to honestly answer what made her turn her attention to the darkened corner of her room where her grandmother's Harrow mat lay neglected for the past four years. A whisper not quite heard, perhaps, or the sensation that someone was standing behind her? Whatever the reason, Bela gives into the sudden pull she feels towards the mat, gently shaking off the dust that coats it before spreading it out on her dressing table. "Okay, Nana, let's try this your way." Bela draws the curtains closed, shutting out the light of the morning sun, before returning to her table with two candles. After lighting them and placing them at the two top corners of the mat, Bela takes a seat and stares ahead at the mirror. She watches the flames as they flicker within the reflection of her own eyes, allowing the hypnotic dance to clear her mind of everything but the question at hand.
"Who was behind the goblin attacks last night?"
A chill races down Bela's spine as the face of The Fiend is revealed in the Past Negative. The Fiend... The deaths of many in a great calamity, or a malevolent force that threatens all. The Chopper is dead, but could last night's horrors somehow be related to the Late Unpleasantness?
The Rakshasa is the next card that begs reading, located in Present Negative. The Rakshasa. That's... domination and slavery. An outside force imposing its will on the minds of others.
The first icy tendrils of fear begin to wrap themselves around Bela's now quickly beating heart as she turns over the last column of cards, nearly damaging them in her haste. The Big Sky reveals itself for the third time, the normally positive card an ill omen in this spread. They will cast off their shackles, only for them to be replaced by even worse ones. She leans back to study the spread fully. Past, present and future. Negative. Negative. Negative. An evil presence from the past seeks to enslave us, and, if it isn't stopped, all will find themselves in chains.
The silence in her room is broken by the sudden scrape of her chair against the floor as the summoner hastily rises from her seat. A shaky breath escapes her as she paces the length of the room, trying--and failing--to shake the near-asphyxiating feeling of doom that has fallen around her. "It isn't possible. I don't know how to read the cards," Bela says, as if trying to convince herself that she is misinterpreting the signs in front of her or reading too much into the spread. Such thoughts do little to quell the feeling that this time, this reading is different.
Her pacing ceases, and Bela's gaze returns to the dressing table where the cards still lie face up, an accusation that cuts through the doubts she is trying so hard to hold onto. In a few brisk steps, she is back at the table, collecting her Harrow cards and snuffing out the candles. "I need to find the others. This may yet be bigger than we realize."
Kadrian listens again with Rak what Father Zanthus repeated to the others.
Cayden's puke bucket!! Grave desecration! Oh Gods! I hope the raid wasn't a ruse to get whatever or whoever was in the crypt?!
"I think we would all be glad to help in whatever way we can", spoke Kadrian, nodding to both Father Zanthus and Sheriff Hemlock.
Looking around, the swashbuckler questions, "Anyone see Izbela this morning? She might have some arcane expertise to shed on this subject?"
Kadrian listens again with Rak what Father Zanthus repeated to the others.
Cayden's puke bucket!! Grave desecration! Oh Gods! I hope the raid wasn't a ruse to get whatever or whoever was in the crypt?!
"I think we would all be glad to help in whatever way we can", spoke Kadrian, nodding to both Father Zanthus and Sheriff Hemlock.
Looking around, the swashbuckler questions, "Anyone see Izbela this morning? She might have some arcane expertise to shed on this subject?"
"Nope, I haven't seen the lass," Bendoc replied to the anxious Kadrian. Bendoc took a pull off his pipe exhales a smoke ring into the air before he added, "Arent ye the last one to see her?"
"Yes. I walked her to her family's door", said Kadrian. "Perhaps I should go collect her."
Gods, I hope I'm not too early to make a call. To meet her parents?!
The swashbuckler sighed to himself. "Blast! I don't think it can be helped!"
Looking to his gathered comrades, Kadrian questions, "Once I collect our lady summoner, should we meet you here or at The Boneyard?"
"Where is she and where is this Boneyard? Maybe we can just pick her up on the way. The sun is shining, breakfast is done, and I've had my ale. I'm ready."
Indeed, beside the dwarf on the bar sits a tin plate, completely clean except for some smears of yolk, some crumbs, and a nicely caramelized dice of onion or two.
You're not sure you recall seeing the food arrive, and you certainly don't recall seeing him eat it, but the evidence of its passing sits plain as day. As you watch, Rak drains the last of the ale from the mug and sets it down, emptied, beside the plate.
"Fantastic, Ameiko. I can never darken the door of another inn in Sandpoint but yours again; you've stolen my heart. In Cayden's name! but you have the best food in this corner of Varisia."
"Her family lives two blocks away on Prickleberry Lane. She would be on the way", smiled the swashbuckler.
That's right! If everyone came to her door, it wouldn't be so awkward.
Bendoc stood and picked up his pack. With a sigh he brought his pack to his shoulders and announced, "Let's go get her then, no use standing around waiting."
Looking to both Sheriff Hemlock and Father Zanthus, Kadrian states, "Gentlemen, we will pick up one of our number at meet you at the Boneyard."
"Fellows", said the swashbuckler addressing his friends, "I'll wait for you outside to gather your gear."
Once everyone is ready, the group walks from Market Street to River Street, turning left on Prickleback Lane.
Kadrian takes a few moments to be sure he has led his comrades to the proper location, which looks different in the morning daylight.
Clearing his throat, Kadrian Deverin knocks on the Vauni front door.
The door cracks open just enough for the group to glimpse the cool grey eyes of a middle-aged Varisian woman. Bela's eyes. They widen in apparent confusion at seeing the nobleman on her doorstep, but Esmerela Vauni is quick to recall the courtesy due to the Deverin son despite her confusion. Opening the door wider, the woman gives a deferential nod of her head, her hand going up to fuss with the headscarf covering her grey-streaked hair after she does. "Lord Deverin? To what do we owe this..." the elder Vauni breaks off momentarily as she takes in the rest of the group standing behind Kadrian. "Honor?"
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Algon? Are you there? Bela projects for the tenth or so time since she's begun the summoning ritual. The eidolon's violent banishing the night before had been a first for the summoner. Although she knew of Algon's nature, and that he could not be killed on this plane, the knowledge of when she would be able to call on him again still needed to be determined. Algon, if you can hear me... I fear that last night's attacks were only the beginning something far worse. I need you here to--
The sound of knocking on the front door breaks Bela's focus, but it's happy anticipation instead of irritation she feels at the thought of who is calling on her. Gathering her Harrow cards from the ritual circle, Bela binds and stashes the deck in her belt pouch before heading to the door. "It's okay, Mama. He's here for me," Bela says as she moves to stand next to her mother, giving a sly smile at the shocked look on the older woman's face. She might have neglected to inform her parents of the part she played in last night's events, and she definitely wasn't in any rush to tell them of her sudden romantic connection to Kadrian.
Brushing a quick kiss to her mother's cheek, Bela tells the woman, "I should be back in the evening. We just have to do a few errands for Father Zantus," before stepping out and closing the door behind her. She was hoping to keep her parents in the dark for just a little while longer. Besides, I can hardly give Kadrian a proper hello with my mother watching. That idea vanishes at seeing the others have joined him as well, and while she might be a touch upset at not being able to have a private moment with the swashbuckler, she still gives the group a sweet smile. "Oh my. An entire retinue just for me? I guess being a hero has its perks. Good morning, everyone."
The door cracks open just enough for the group to glimpse the cool grey eyes of a middle-aged Varisian woman. Bela's eyes. They widen in apparent confusion at seeing the nobleman on her doorstep, but Esmerela Vauni is quick to recall the courtesy due to the Deverin son despite her confusion. Opening the door wider, the woman gives a deferential nod of her head, her hand going up to fuss with the headscarf covering her grey-streaked hair after she does. "Lord Deverin? To what do we owe this..." the elder Vauni breaks off momentarily as she takes in the rest of the group standing behind Kadrian. "Honor?"
"Good morning, Madame Vauni", said Kadrian, with a half-bow. "We are very sorry to disturb you so early in the day, but has Izbela.."
The sound of knocking on the front door breaks Bela's focus, but it's happy anticipation instead of irritation she feels at the thought of who is calling on her. Gathering her Harrow cards from the ritual circle, Bela binds and stashes the deck in her belt pouch before heading to the door. "It's okay, Mama. He's here for me," Bela says as she moves to stand next to her mother, giving a sly smile at the shocked look on the older woman's face. She might have neglected to inform her parents of the part she played in last night's events, and she definitely wasn't in any rush to tell them of her sudden romantic connection to Kadrian.
Brushing a quick kiss to her mother's cheek, Bela tells the woman, "I should be back in the evening. We just have to do a few errands for Father Zantus," before stepping out and closing the door behind her.
As Izbela quickly closes the door, Kadrian was able to blurt out, to the surprised matriarch, "Um..nice to make your acquaitance, Madam Vauni."
That idea vanishes at seeing the others have joined him as well, and while she might be a touch upset at not being able to have a private moment with the swashbuckler, she still gives the group a sweet smile. "Oh my. An entire retinue just for me? I guess being a hero has its perks. Good morning, everyone."
"Good morning, Izbela," spoke Kadrian with a small smile. "I'm very sorry this isn't a social call." Hopefully, there will be time for that later. "Father Zanthus did indeed request us to run a partricular errand."
Looking around to see if anyone other than the party might be listening, the swashbuckler leaned in to speak in a quiet tone. Oh, Little Thunder, she smells good!"Both Father Zanthus and Sheriff Hemlock asked us to investigate a possible crypt breakup in The Boneyard, next to the Cathedral. I was hoping you would accompany us to add any arcane expertise you may have to share."
Bendoc leans against the fence post and interrupted with a grin, "If you two are done, perhaps we can get on to the task at hand."
Kadrian looked over to Bendoc with mild irriation.
"Even you must admit, given the current climate, some discretion", emphasized Kadrian, "would be preferrable as to not cause a panic, Master Halfing".
Akuleh remains well back from the rest of the party as Mama Vauni answers the door. No need for a crowd of total strangers to darken this woman's door so early in the morning, especially after yesterday's events. The Shoanti moves closer, however, when Izbela emerges and closes the door behind her. He can't quite catch what Kadrian says to her as he lowers his voice, but he does notice the man's uncharacteristically dark expression and gathers that he had shared the morning's news with the young summoner.
"That's certainly true, Kadrian. Yesterday's attack was a terrible event that left a dark stain on the happiness of the festival. The more we can do to help the town move past it, the better. Come, each moment that passes makes our job of identifying and finding those responsible more difficult. The tracks are already cold. We cannot delay further lest we lost them entirely."
Bela laughs softly at the exchange between Kadrian and Bendoc, amused at how adept the clever halfling has shown himself to be at getting under the swashbuckler's skin. Hoping to soothe a little of the man's ire, Bela takes Kadrian's arm, her hand resting in the crook of his elbow on account of the buckler. "They are right, you know," she says gently. "We shouldn't keep the good Father waiting. We can talk quietly amongst ourselves as we walk," the summoner suggests.
When they have put some distance between themselves and her parents' home, Bela addresses the others, keeping her voice soft so that it hopefully doesn't carry much past their group. "I am always happy to lend my expertise where it's needed, insofar that I have any expertise to begin with," she adds with a rare bit of self-deprecating humor. "The Boneyard, though? Do they think yesterday's attacks were tied to the theft, or might someone have just been taking advantage of the chaos to go looting?"
Rak chuckles to himself as some of his new friends' tempers begin to flare in the light of a new morning. Young love sure is sensitive now, isn't it?
"Hey now; whatever happened at the Boneyard already happened, we're just going to see it with our own eyes, that's all. So there's no rush to get there; we can't change it by being early or late."
"And these two will find their time to woo whether there's a town to save or not; we'll not be stopping that, nor should we."
He adjusts his pack, repositioning the spears at his back into a more comfortable position to get ready to begin walking again.
"Nothing to do about either one, so we might as well just get on our way. Casual-like, no rush; it'll keep from alarming the town and will help make sure that the dwarf can keep up!"
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Akuleh can't help but to smile at Rak's remark about his speed. "I suppose you're right, Rak. Though I do think it would be wise for us to not dally too long. As I said, it will only become more difficult to track down the one responsible the longer we delay." He turns toward Kadrian and Izbela, "Though I am glad to see that something positive has come out of yesterday's events. Such new affection is always to the good, for it is the very foundation of the generations that will follow after us."
"The Boneyard, though? Do they think yesterday's attacks were tied to the theft, or might someone have just been taking advantage of the chaos to go looting?"
"Gods, I hope not. The ramifications would be terrifying", spoke Kadrian to Izbela in equal measure.
Kadrian takes his gentle ribbing from the others as they make their way to the Cathedral. The swashbuckler feels embolden by the new-found friendships around him, to the dark task ahead of them. Having heard many a scary tale around a fire, Kadrian is pleased this investigation is done during the daytime.Wishing to move the conversation to a lighter tone, Kadrian asks, "So, gentlemen, how was events at The Rusty Dragon last night?"
Kane nods solemnly. "Yes sir. This combined with the gates being left open tell me there's a fox in the henhouse. Do you have any other leads? I hadn't heard of anyone being upset about the cathedral, but then I don't pay much attention to the local rumors."
"None yet Kane, but I'll send word as soon as we do. Go with Father Zantus and investigate the Boneyard. Report back what you find. Try to keep these people safe." Sheriff Hemlock grips Kane on the shoulder with a reassuring squeeze. "And stay safe yourself. We need all the guards we have left."
"Haha, The Rusty Dragon. You should have come, lad. We sang a song about you! We sang songs about everybody, really; Sandpoint is a jolly town when it comes down to it."
"It helps when they think you're a hero, I guess... but they really rose to it! It was fun," he says with a happy smile.
He quickly glances at Izbela, then returns his gaze to Kadrian, and unspoken but encouraging question in his eye.
Catching Rak's knowing gaze, Kadrian clears his throat.
"Despite the upheaval from yesterday, I was able to successfully escort Ms. Vauni to her doorstep without incident." At this the swashbuckler quickly glances at Bela and smiles.
"After that, my night did not go so well. You see, Father Zanthus was able to heal my wounds, but sadly, not my appearance. For as my dear Aunt Vana opened the manor door, she nearly had a heart attack, poor girl, as she looked at her nephew, covered in his own blood with spear holes through his clothing!" Kadrian grimaced, "After everyone at Deverin manor calmed down, I had a quick discussion with my Aunt Kendra." Looking around as they walked, the swashbuckler continued, "I tell you what I know when we get off the busy streets. Anyway, after taking the driver and the family cart back to Deverin Ranch, I had a greeting similar to Deverin Manor. Then had a row with my family about coming back to help Sandpoint. My mother cried. My father and brothers argued. In the end, they were not happy with my decision, but respected my", Kadrian paused, "civil duty as a Deverin, at least.They know I will be in Sandpoint for at least a couple days. So, I grabbed some biscuits as I left early this morning, to make it back to Deverin Manor at a decent hour."
Kadrian smiled and said, "My Aunt Vana told me Sheriff Hemlock was looking for me and the other "Heroes of Sandpoint", so I went to Rusty dragon to find you and here we are."
Akuleh grins slightly as Kadrian describes his walk with Izbela, "Well I am certainly glad the two of you made it to Izbela's home safely last night. Did either of you happen to notice the sunset? It was quite lovely actually." He chuckles slightly and sighs. "Ah, but Kadrian, I can't say I blame your family for their concern. You did suffer quite a few severe blows yesterday, and you looked...well let's say you look much better this morning. For the time being, let's hope we are able to wrap up this investigation quickly and return to our lives. I know my own family is waiting and worrying about me too, and I about them."
"I'm sorry, Akuleh. It must have totally slipped my mind", smiled Kadrian, as the swashbuckler flex the bicep Izbela was holding beneath his shirt.
"Do you have a large family, Akuleh, or do all shaonti consider their clan their immediate family?"
"Well I can't speak for the other quahs, but for my clan, everyone is like family, especially because of how dearly we regard our ancestors. We all share a common history, stretching all the way back to the ancient empires of the World Before. In a more direct sense, though, I do have a family of my own--a wife and two boys." Akuleh's face beams with pride as he talks about his family, and, if the others don't interrupt him, he rambles on for quite a while about how strong his sons are becoming, how old they are now, and so on. He is obviously a family man at heart. Finally, he turns to the others, "What of the rest of you? Do any of you have families of your own?"
"Aye. Got family, good family. Silversmiths out of the Five Kings. Maybe the best; probably the best. I know the art, but it's never been my passion. I fell in love with the road. So I'm out here instead. I love 'em and they love me, and knowing that's good enough for all."
"Aye, my ma and pa live on a small cabbage farm, along the Turndark River, about a half-days walk from town," Bendoc announced. "Got me three bothers too. Though mos have left home," he hastily added.
Kane rejoins the group. I suppose if they're to be my comrades then I shall have to form a bond of trust with them. This seems as good a time as any to start. He clears his throat to announce his presence. "The closest I have to family is my ward, Tsura. The rest of my family is long since gone."
Akuleh listens to each of his companions as they describe their own families, but pauses when Kane describes his. "Your ward? I'm afraid I don't understand. Is this Tsura a relative of yours?"
"She is an orphan who I took into my care," Kane says carefully. "We are not related, but I've cared for her since she was very small and she is very much like a niece to me."
Looking to the summoner on his arm, Kadrian questions, "What about your family, Izbela? How are they?"
Rak looks a little startled when the guard clears his throat. When did he catch up? His surprise only increases when the guard starts speaking of his personal life.
"That's... noble of you Kane. I hope Tsura is alright in the wake of yesterday's attack; is she okay?"
Kane nods. "Tsura is capable. I checked on her shortly after we completed our mission, and she found safety when the battle began."
In spite of the light-hearted conversation the group has fallen into, Bela's thoughts have inevitably turned back toward the sinister implications of the morning's Harrow reading. It's with half an ear that she's listened to her new companions tell of their families, the curiosity and gregariousness she would normally show replaced with quiet introspection. It takes a few moments for the summoner to register that Kadrian has been trying to get her attention, and a few more slightly awkward moments for his question to sink in.
"Sorry?" She regards the swashbuckler with a blank look that quickly turns into a sheepish smile once her mind catches up to the present. "Oh, my family. They are well, thank you. I mean, Mama has been feeling a little under the weather recently, so she wasn't able to attend the Festival. I suppose that turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Papa has been trying to take care of her, much to her irritation. She does so hate to be fussed over." Her tone shifts from one of amused fondness to slight exasperation as she continues, "As for my two fathead older brothers, I imagine they're doing just fine, but I wouldn't know for sure. Growing up, I was never particularly close with them, and that distance only grew when I left to study at The Academy." Her slight shoulders rise in a carefree shrug at the end of her explanation as if to convey her feelings on the matter.
Smiling up at Kadrian, Bela asks, "You have two brothers, don't you? How do you get on with them?"
The walk through the town to the Boneyard almost seems like a different town compared to the previous night. Few, if any, people are seen. Those that are out and about move hurriedly and don't even bother to spare any greeting for the heroes of Sandpoint. Most still close to doorways ready to duck inside at the slightest hint of trouble. Clearly, the town is on edge.
The Boneyard cemetery rests just outside of the Sandpoint Cathedral. It overlooks the Turandarok river and is mostly marked by simple grave stones. Some of the more affluent members of the town own stone vaults that stand near the edges or the center of the cemetery. The grounds are meticulously maintained and even the trees and shrubberies are well-trimmed. The only out of place feature is the disturbed ground in front of the door to Ezakien Tobyn's vault and the fact that Father Zantus and two citizens stand outside of it.
"Oh good, you're here. I can't tell you how much we appreciate this. I don't believe anyone has been inside since we discovered the door open, but please be careful."
Many of the footprints are goblin prints, but some of them appear to have been left by a larger humanoid.
About six goblins and one medium humanoid climbed the wall, then approached and entered the vault.
"I'm glad that you didn't disturb anything. You can see those goblin chicken-scratches all over the place here; I'll recognize those footprints forever, now. But look here; that's different. Larger."
Rak looks from Father Zantus, to the citizens, to Kadrian and Izbela, to Bendoc, and to Kane. Human, human, halfling, human. Bless their souls, Cayden, but there are things a dwarf was meant to do.
"Well, I can see just fine in the dark, so why don't you all hang back just a moment, and let me see what I can see. If it all looks good, we'll bring in a light, but best not to startle something that don't want to be startled, if there is a something in there, that is."
He steps forward, and very cautiously begins advancing into the crypt, longspear held point first, ready to strike.
Bela asks, "You have two brothers, don't you? How do you get on with them?"
"Both Fane and Doru are both my older brothers. When my mother and father go to Pharisma, they will inherit the ranch. I'm certain of it. They are both very serious, particularly when it comes to the ranch. They almost never leave it. Perhaps the only way they will marry is by arranged marriage", shrugs Kadrian.
It seemed like the swashbuckler had more to say, but stopped at The Boneyard's border.Listening to Father Zanthus's warning, Kadrian nods, "We will do our very best, Father."
Kadrian's attention is pulled toward the spot the dwarf points. Hmm.
"Well, I can see just fine in the dark, so why don't you all hang back just a moment, and let me see what I can see. If it all looks good, we'll bring in a light, but best not to startle something that don't want to be startled, if there is a something in there, that is."
"Be careful, my friend", whispers Kadrian.
At this , the swashbuckler rummages through his bandoleir, finding a small dull marble-like object, in which Kadrian tosses next to his head, which lights up like a torch, circling his head.
Bendoc nodded his head in agreement at Rak's observations, " Definately, goblins and something bigger." He squats down and examines the prints. As he points to the wall he said, "There are 6 goblins and something bigger, around human sized. They climbed the wall there and entered the vault."
As the dwarf moves forward he follows and cautions, "Be careful I don't see any tracks leaving the vault."