Yulia lets the faeries take her bow and walks over to the clothing. "Thanks, Arista."
She nods, "You don't have to thank me, it's what we do. We look out for our own."
Amareth heads outside after a few minutes, glancing at the pit every so often. She watches as a pair of faeries flit about the scene and head into the sinkhole.
She waves a hand, "Face it dearie, you're part of this crazy family now. Like it or lump it." She gives her an encouraging smile before looking back at Clerk. Having a feeling of what Drago was after she intervenes, "Our young friend Amareth had her vocal chords cut and we were trying to figure out a way to repair them. Is there any way you can help us, or know of a way we can fix it?"
Clerk puts on a pair of spectacles and looks around at the group. "None of you can cast the spell required to do that. It's far beyond a simple potion. I can get someone for you who can cast the spell required, but it'll be a little extra for transportation costs and such. I can settle for fifteen hundred, pre-discount, of course."
She looks Clerk in the eye, "If it will make Amareth whole again, we'll pay whatever the cost."
Cyna browses the wares, more out of curiosity than necessity, while Arista negotiates with the owner.
Sādhanā looks at Clerk after being silent for a moment. "Do you have the spell on a scroll? I have a way with......making magic do what I need it to at times. If it doesn't work we'll do as you suggest but if we can help her here and now I want to try. Also do you have anything that can transfer a magical enhancement from one object to another? I have my old archaic armor to sell but I'd like to trasfer the magic of it if it's possible"
Getting what was going on through the link her and Drago shared, Tarja couldn't stay silent any longer, You're not actually going to heal that....Amareth are you?"
"Yes we are Tarja. She deserves to be helped as much as anyone else we've assisted." Drago responded glancing skyward.
"Then send me home and don't bring me back until she's gone."
"No, you will remain here until so we can sort this out. And that is an order, understand?"
Landing, the Eidolon just crossed her arms and looked off at nothing in particular, "Fine."
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Noticing the look on Drago's face and apparent silent conversation he was having with Tarja, not to mention the way Tarja reacted to Amareth's presence....Arista could only guess that Tarja was still having issues with the young half dragon anazari woman being with them. While she could understand how Tarja might feel that way with everything she had gone through, it didn't make it right. Not every dragon that exists is responsible for what happened at Black Crown, and their children have even less to do with it. The fact that Tarja couldn't see the Amareth was just like anyone else that Vencious had hurt and in need of help bothered her. She would make a point of talking to her later if need be.
For now she just went up to Drago and put a hand gently on his arm while leaning in to whisper so the others didn't hear, "Is Tarja still having issues with...our new companion?" There's no anger or frustration in the question, she simply wanted to know if that's what the issue was. If so, she could address it with her friend later. She would just have to understand that Amareth was like any of the other people they had helped in the past, and that her genealogy had nothing to do with what happened to Tarja's home, or her mate.
Clerk nods at Sādhanā. "That's not too difficult. So, will I be selling you a scroll or calling a cleric for you?"
"Given the level of the spell, it would be better to go with the sure thing. I won't let my ego get in the way of being sure we can heal her injuries. We'll go with the cleric." the magus says after a moment of contemplation.
Clerk rings a bell on his counter and a birdlike creature appears out of one of the many doors in the store. The creature adjusts a pince-nez on its beak. "Good afternoon, Clerk. Where is the patient?"
"Outside, I imagine," Clerk says before addressing Sādhanā and Arista. "I'd like to introduce Giatrós the Tengu, one of the Brotherhood's most esteemed clerics"
"You do me much honor, Clerk, but I am a humble physician," Giatrós says. "Well, please bring her inside."
She looks at Sadhana, "Perhaps you should be the one to explain to her what's happening and bring her inside?"
Nodding, Sādhanā steps outside, going to find Amareth.
Drago turned to Arista, "Apparently so. We are going to have to talk to her about it, but for now, best let her pout."
Arista nods in understanding and gives him a supportive pat on the arm, "It might take some time, but I think once she has a chance to process it she'll be okay."
Walking up to the pit Sādhanā approaches Amareth, coming to stand beside her and gently laying a hand on her shoulder. "We'll be filling in the put with a move earth spell before we leave here." the magus says quietly.
Amareth looks into the magus' eyes. Again, there was no way she could convey what she was thinking. So, she nods her head toward the wagon.
"Since Kjell's stuff was all destroyed he called on some help from his merchant's guild." Sādhanā says in response to the gestured question. "I can only imagine how hard it must be not to be able to communicate what you're thinking. It must be lonely and frustrating as hell. That bastard took away a lot more than your ability to call your sword from you......we'd like to help you get it all back......starting with your voice."
Amareth makes her confusion apparent by the expression on her face.