"Interesting... How often can you pull that trick Neils?"
"Well that thing specifically I can do whenever really, but they just sucked out all my will to fight so it's going to be a problem..."
"Curious as I am about what's in there, I don't think anyone has any inclination to go back and find out. Onward to the next path, then?"
" Unless that path is one of recovery I am not too sure if we should be continuing onward. I find great difficulty in pulling my bowstring even now. Our ability to fight at a distance would be hampered, i feel similar to the wight creature you spoke of, when the very room was daunting. "
"So what then? We camp for days, a week so you can recover?"
"Do we have a time limit on our exploration? If not, what matters how long we rest for full recovery?"
" This is true. To my knowledge there is no pressing obligations for this task. Though the Clerics would somewhat disagree with the situation having their God disappearing. That is more out of panic if anything. "
Nil squeezed his hand
" Either way, it'd be best to camp in relative safety back at the Temple... the one that currently carries living beings. "
"Life will endure. But we may not. Let us return to more civil surroundings then."
Somonti appears happy either way, he dances to a tune that no-one else can hear, that seems to have little or no rhythm, while the others discuss what to do.
"I could definitely go for some rest..."
Ptolem sighs.
"Father always told me peasants were lazy, but expecting a week's vacation when only a few hours of work has been done exceeds my expectations."
"But I suppose, when in the land of dirt..."
" Had we not told you, You would be exactly the same.. or far worse off Ptolem. Count your blessings. "
Nil began back towards their last known area of civilization.
"Not told me? As if I'm ignorant of the properties of Shadows." Ptolem scoffs.
"I'm sure comparing the size of our relative endowments can wait until we find somewhere more suitable to collect ourselves, don't you think?"
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None but the most self absorbed can miss the grin of childlike amusement that lingers on Somonti's small features.
"Or indeed forever... shall we get moving gentlemen?"
The group arrives back at the city of Bard's Gate with little incident.
The sun is just beginning to set on the city as the group makes their way through the main gate.
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Nil might have been hiding it at the beginning, but as the trek went on it was clear the Shadows had effected him more than normal. His posture started to wither but he said nothing. Once they had reach the gate an obvious sigh escaped his lips, one of happiness.
" Finally.... we make it. perhaps we can gather some worth from the materials we have gathered in the Tomb? " He asked his compatriots.
"I agree.. we'll sell what we can and buy additional gear before going back."
None but the most self absorbed can miss the grin of childlike amusement that lingers on Somonti's small features.
Ptolem, true to form, completely misses it.
Back at the city, he's finally gotten over his royal sulk.
"Yes, why don't we see if any of this is worth something?"
" I doubt the giant stick would go for much but I believe if it has any properties there could be a large sum. Im not sure if it would be wise to relinquish the scrolls however. Either way I have promised the Church of Aroden my services on our return, so when we next meet save for time to bed I shall be there. The building will be much more... appealing then. "
"Maybe we'll make some new friends in the market!"
Somonti skips ahead of the group, humming loudly
Most of the merchants have begun to close up their stalls and pack up their street carts when you arrive, but some are still entertaining straggling customers and many merchants seem to be staying in the nearby Inn, "The Debonair Bugbear" if one wanted to try to catch them off hours.
One merchant in particular is looking over the group with interest until a moment of realization crosses his face.
"Ah! Hey! I saw you all leaving Bard's Gate to the north, only one thing that way! Glad to see you all made it back safely! Come here! Come here! I demand the first opportunity to see your wares and sell you my own!" the man says, as he shoves a commoner man who was considering a dagger away from his stall.
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he shoves a commoner man who was considered a dagger away from his stall.
DM Tuyena wrote: he shoves a commoner man who was considered a dagger away from his stall. Screw the merchant I'm WAY more interested in the guy who is also a knife
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"Go ahead, Ptolem. Haggle with the man. You have a way with words!"
Varian approaches the man's stall and looks at his goods, prepared to assist with any haggling, and perhaps doing a little of his own if he spots something worth having.
Somonti allows the others to talk to the merchant whilst she herself peruses the wares, picking up each and every colourful trinket in turn and holding it up against her chest, neck, or ear. Each one she replaces in exactly the same place she took it from.
Some things however do catch her eye for a little longer...
"You DEMAND? Of me? Do you know who I am, merchant? I am Ptolem Nizam! Scion of pharaohs! The smartest, strongest, most charming AND humble member of this band of explorers!"
"You demand nothing of me! ...Though I may deign to allow you to look at the treasures we have found, and perhaps even the privilege of doing you the same courtesy, if you play your cards right."
"What we have found is paltry compared to what we will find on the morrow, but they may glimmer like gold to a peasant's eyes. BEHOLD!" he exclaims, and shows their wares.