The Sheriff listens to your desires and explanations and nods. Before long, you come to the church again, and move around it and behind to the graveyard. ”Some of the goblins were seen crossing Tanner’s Bridge, maybe those were the ones who broke into the crypt.” He walks up to the nervous Father Zantus, uneasily holding a mace, though it’s clear he scarcely knows which end to hold. He looks relieved when you arrive, ”Belor, thanks for coming so quickly.”
The Sheriff bends down to examine the crypt door, clearly hanging ajar when you look at it closely. ”Any of you good with tracks?” He asks. ”Looks to me like someone removed the door, and then replaced it again so we wouldn’t notice. Sloppy job, but it’s a heavy door, and they were just goblins, although some of these tracks look somewhat larger. Still, subterfuge seems odd in a goblin.”
Once at the graveyard, Izomandakus asks Father Zantus "Can you explain us what is the overall layout of the tomb? Is it very deep?"
”Just large enough for the body really, and some space to sort of walk around the coffin.”
He steps back to let someone else check the signs. He’ll then suggest, ”See what you can do to get that door off without damaging it any further.” Looks like it’s a narrow enough space that only two of you can work on it in any reasonable way. Short of ropes, winches, and the like.
So, I’ll need strength checks from two of you, and any tracking checks you care to make. With his passive check, Seamus sees no traps.
Meg takes an exaggerated step backwards to let everyone know where she stands on moving the door. Kizzy and Kast seem the best suited to that work of anyone. And as for tracking, Meg is vaguely aware that the concept exists, but she has done her sincerest to avoid spending time in any natural setting that does not have a gardener on-staff to maintain it.
"I would be happy to show you, Seamus, when we are back indoors. It really is simple, but it is easier for me to show than to tell."
Kizzy chuckles at Seamus pestering to go first. "Your eyes are only half-elven, whether they pop or not! Oh alright, you have a look first, but I'll be right behind you, yeah? I can't keep up if you go scampering off." She twists her head back and forth, cracking her neck and then rolls her shoulders to limber up before trying to move the door.
Having a look at the tracks Qetsiyah was not completely certain of what she saw. "Hmmm, wouldn't mind a second opinion here. I'm thinking this larger print there is probably made by the 'longshanks' in question. What do you think?"
"Ok, so, just a small mausoleum" Izomandakus nods to the father understanding "Were there any valuables inside that the goblins might have wished to steal?"
"Let me help you Kizzy" without waiting for a response Izoamandakus leaves his staff leaning on the closest wall and joins the woman in the heavy stone door, taking the door with one hand and placing the other in her back. Kizzy clearly feels a sudden surge of augmented strength.
”Ah, I see. It is called makeup, darling. I am happy to share some tips. Especially with the facial hair, something to make your eyes pop would do nicely.”
Kast smiles, a strong boyish smile.
”Oh no. No, thank you for the offer,” he ponders back. ”But as a guard, no one needs to see my eyes pop. What matters is what I can do to be better in defending the wall, the town, the innocents. My eyes and face don’t matter. When I want people to see me...I dunno...I’ll just smile, I guess,” Kast smiles, and it’s a fairly nice smile.
* * *
Kast takes the Sheriff’s silence as total and complete agreement that his idea of going to Lastwall was the best answer that could have been given. He limps along with a goofy smile.
* * *
At the tomb’s door, Kast looks at the potentially narrow area, and realizes his longspear might not quite have the freedom to move as it might out of doors. As such, he pulls out his shield, strapping it to his arm. He hasn’t practiced with a shield and morningstar as much as he would have liked, but it seems more fitting for the narrow battlefield, should goblins still be inside.
Trying to be generous, and while trying to keep watch on others, he lets others open the doors and look for tracks.
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Meg flips her hair back out of her face as she idly watches Izo and Kizzy--mostly Kizzy, to be honest--work on opening the crypt. Since Kast has also decided to stand back, she figures she might as well keep up the conversation. "Who says it is for other people. Have you never dressed up just to make yourself feel better? Put on some armor so you can go to the mirror and look ready to go defend Lastwall. It is the same idea."
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Kast thinks about that.
”Oh, is there make up for armor?!” Kast seems intrigued by the idea. ”Oh, maybe we can paint some dents into it so it looks more badass? But maybe I’ll get into more scuffles and earn some real dents, you know? I dunno. Not sure if adding make-up blood stains to my armor would be better or worse. I guess I can probably just not clean it as often too.”
Kast thinks more.
”Nah, I kind of like it when my armor is clean, neat, and perfect. That’s where I want to be. Yeah.”
Oh, Cayden. He really is just a meathead, isn't he. "That is not...quite what I had in mind, Kast."
Meg's face takes a thoughtful mien at Seamus's question. "It is certainly possible. I do not really have the materials for that particular kind of makeup, though." She pauses as she realizes that her disguise kit probably has exactly the kind of makeup she would need. That would involve revealing that she has a disguise kit, though, which is a rather uncomfortable situation to put herself in. "Get me the materials and I could see what I could do."
Kizzy, with Izomandakus’ aid, lifts the door off what’s left of it’s hinges, and are immediately attacked for their efforts! Two skeletons stand on the other side of the door. They reach their skeletal hands outward and try to bring you down!
The skeleton claws Izomandakus across the chest, flat footed (and without mage armor I think) as he is.
- - -
Kast seems surprised by the sudden onslaught. He does try to focus his meatheaded mind at what he sees and what he knows about foes of Lastwall, and especially servants of the Whispering Tyrant.
Know (Religion) -
He will share what he knows.
"Oh no Father Tobyn has awaken!" Izomandakus is surprised by the ferocity of the skeleton "By the looks of it, he is very hungry"
Picking up the staff in the wall, he swings at the creature trying to crash its chest, but due to lack of training he just strikes on the door-frame stone.
Izomandakus steps back leaving an entrance for someone else "It cut my arm!" he looks at the arm but sees no injury "No wait! Kizzy stopped it. That was so caring Kizzy!"
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The soft sound of scrabbling against the stone was her only warning, but Kizzy is always on the lookout for trouble. As a bony hand darts out to try and rake the boy, she slaps it away with her Cestus. "Oh no you don't! No cookies for you!"
"Still want to go first, Seamus?"
Round 1, Init 11
”Skeletons!” Kast yells the obvious to all who can see and are mostly sentient.
Kast draws his morningstar, clacking it against his shield to test that both sound ready for battle. He will move up into an opening if Meg doesn’t fill it first.
to hit;
damage.
hp: 9/9
AC: 16/13/13 + 2 w/shield
Saves: F1/R3/W2 +2 vs. enchantment
Aroden's Verve: 0/0 used
GlitterBomb: 0/0 used
Extend GammaRadiation: 0/0 used
Quantum Leaps used:
Pathfinder Carry: 0/0
Staff of Courage: 0/0
[ dice]1d20+3[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d8+3[/dice] damage.
Meg gasps at the sudden onrush of the skeletons. She had not been expecting combat, too distracted by her banter with Seamus and Kast. She tries to stare at one of the skeletons, make it feel pain more easily, make its mind more open to entry, but it does not seem to work. Well, worth a try, at least. She draws her rapier and advances to about ten feet away from the skeleton, trying to leave room for others to strike from range.
HP: 11/11
AC: 16/13/13
Saves: F2/R5/W1 +2 will vs charm and compulsion, +2 fort vs poison and drugs, +4 fort vs alcohol
Hypnotic Stare: Red
Painful Stare: Red
0: (Dancing Lights, Prestidigitation, Mage Hand, Message)
1: 0/2 used (Vanishx0, Telempathic Projectionx0)
[ dice]1d20+3[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d6+1[/dice] damage.
Seamus tries to time his throw, but nearly manages to hit Izomandakus anyway as he misses the skeleton. Izomandakus takes a swing with a handy quarterstaff before backing up. Meg positions herself in case any should fall, ready to step into the gap. Kast doesn’t know much about them other than they’re undead skeletons. He steps into the gap and swings, but cannot land a blow in the skeletal foe.
Kast takes a deep gouge on his arm, and not even Kizzy's attempts to block it succeed I think.
Sheriff Hemlock takes out a morning star, but waits and watches the party in action. Father Zantus clicks his tongue before moving Into position next to the Sheriff with his shaky mace.
Qetsiyah smirks as the skeleton rakes at her armor uselessly. "These two are a real couple of bone heads." She quips but then winces in sympathy as one of them nearly gets past her attempt to slap it's claw away from harming Kast. "Sorry! Almost missed that one, whew!"
With an angry sneer, Kizzy drew her greatsword and hacked at the bag of bones that nearly harmed her ally.
Meg stands back and awaits an opening.
Round 1, Init 13
C’mon Kast! Be perfect! Kast suffers a good gash around his shield and armor. He thinks to stagger back, but instead swings with his morningstar, but shuffling back 5’.
to hit;
damage.
hp: 3/9
AC: 16/13/13 + 2/shield
Saves: F1/R3/W2 +2 vs. enchantment
Aroden's Verve: 0/0 used
GlitterBomb: 0/0 used
Extend GammaRadiation: 0/0 used
Quantum Leaps used:
Pathfinder Carry: 0/0
Staff of Courage: 0/0
[ dice]1d20+3[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d8+3[/dice] damage.
"You are making it well Kast! Keep going!" Izomandakus says a few words of encouragement to make the man feel more perfect and tabs him in the back.
Pachemu oinks oinks menacingly at the skeleton that nearly scratched Izomandakus and almost ate Kast's good leg "Oiiiiiink! Oiiiiiink!"
Izomandakus then covers himself with a hand from the shower of bones when one of the skeletons is splattered by Kizzy's bigblade "Oh! Wow!"
Kizzy brings her greatsword down on the skeleton, but it’s a glancing blow that shatters a bone, but doesn’t really seem to stop the beast! (DR 5). Izomandakus augments Kast’s cha, as Pachemu oinks angrily. Meg looks for a spot, staying near the front line, but Seamus is quicker to the hole. Kast swings with his morningstar, but can’t quite land a hit. Seamus makes a good connection, but his blade clatters around the ribcage doing no damage (DR 5, and immune to nonlethal).
The skeletons continue their mindless assault on the front line, simply attacking the creature before them.
The skeleton connects with Kizzy
Sheriff Hemlock takes out a morning star, but waits and continues to watch the party in action. Father Zantus shouts back to Seamus, ”How should I know, I’ve never fought any before!” He thinks a moment, and then suggests, ”Hit harder! Er, wait! I just remembered, use bludgeoning weapons too. Yeah, that helps.”
Kast waits to see if he can find a way in so he can swing again.
C'mon, Kast! Focus! Breathe! You got this. Be perfect.
"Ohhhhhh. Right. Bludgeons. That makes sense, I suppose." She pulls out her brass knuckles and slips it on her hand.
She then prepares to step into a hole in the front line once again.
Round 3, Init 13
Seeing an opening, Kast shuffles in for an attack with his morningstar.
to hit;
damage.
hp: 9/9
AC: 16/13/13 + 2/shield
Saves: F1/R3/W2 +2 vs. enchantment
Aroden's Verve: 0/0 used
GlitterBomb: 0/0 used
Extend GammaRadiation: 0/0 used
Quantum Leaps used:
Pathfinder Carry: 0/0
Staff of Courage: 0/0
0: (create water, detect magic, light, stabilize)
1: 0/4used (CLW*0,DF*0,PfE*0)
[ dice]1d20+3[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d8+3[/dice] damage.
Qetsiyah considered the advice about bludgeoning weapons. She didn't have much beyond the cestus she wore. Kast's weapon, on the other hand, looked formidable. She used her sword to distract Kast's bony opponent, helping make an opening for him to strike.
"You want to get up here, Meg? Just a moment."
Then she stepped back to give Meg her turn, carefully guarding the both of them from behind.
"Bludgeo... what? Ei! I think my staff should work!" Izomandakus raises the staff letting Seamus pick it if he wants to.
Meanwhile with the other hand he taps Meg's arm, which creates a sudden push of augmented strength.
Kizzy steps back and aids Kast’s assault while defending her allies. Izomandakus improves Megs strength even as he offers an alternate weapon. Meg steps up with her brass knuckles, taking Kizzy’s spot. She connects with Izomandakus’ aid and drops the already wounded skeleton! Seamus tumbles to the priest who hands him his mace while Kast steps up and, with Kizzy’s aid, pulverizes the remaining skeleton.
As Kizzy steps back, Father Zantus cures her of her injuries , leaving the party fresh and whole once again. The Sheriff nods his approval, ”Nasty little things skeletons. Well done. Now let’s see what they were guarding.”
He takes stock of the tracks, muddled by the combat, and enters the small crypt. He returns with a nondescript robe. ”Tomb’s empty - they took the remains, but left this behind.” he hands over the robe to any who wish to examine it.
- - -
”There may be nothing left,” the Sheriff adds, ”But let’s seal this up again as best we can anyway. No need for the citizens of Sandpoint to know this particular bit of information quite yet. Not until we better know what it means. Grave robbing indeed,” he shakes his head.
Meg takes the robe in hand and looks it over. "I can say with definitive certainty that this robe is quite ugly and unflattering and I too would not be caught dead in it." She holds the cloth out to whoever wants it next. "Presuming the skeletons were not animated before, I suppose this means we shall have to keep an eye out for any nude necromancers."
Meg smiles as she points her sword straight up in the air. "Well done, darlings! Excellent teamwork. Why, you would think we have been doing this for ages!"
She sheathes her sword and stows her brass knuckles before turning to the Sheriff. "Anything else you need, darling?"
Qetsiyah sheathes her sword as she expresses her gratitude to the Father. "Thanks, Father Z. At least I'm the only one who needed healing." She said happily, noting that she managed to keep her friends from harm this time.
"Meg's right, we work well as a team." While the others seemed more interested in a scrap of fabric, she turned her attention back to the tracks, or what was left of them, anyway.
Kast smiles, shaking the bones out of his morningstar. Well that was a good hit. Kind of fun, wasn’t it? Them skeletons ain’t so tough. But you *could* be more perfect. Next time.
Kast looks around the tomb, pleased to finally see a part of Sandpoint’s secret past.
”I bet if I’m heroic enough, I’ll get a tomb built to me too! But mind won’t have skeletons in it. It will be clean. And perfect,” Kast comments, thinking about the next orc wars. Or if the Whispering Tyrant ever comes back.
"Presuming the skeletons were not animated before, I suppose this means we shall have to keep an eye out for any nude necromancers."
”Uhm, I’ve heard of bone wizards, but naked necromancers?!” Kast asks, not sure if Meg is joking or for reals. He stalks around the tomb with his shield and weapon ready, but is ready to go if there isn’t anything else to be seen or known.
"Does this mean Father Tobyn animated into a skeleton perturbed by the goblin attack to the Church? Or is it some kind of anniversary animation?" looking at the fallen bones he adds "And who was the other skeleton?"
Izomandakus takes the robes from Meg's hands, casually letting his fingers caress hers. Despite holding them up and staring at them for a long few seconds, the closeness of the put on make up woman makes him lose any possible focus "I can't tell what this is, but definitely there is magic within. Could I bring it with me? I have some books back home I would like to check. Maybe I can tell you tomorrow what it is"
While Izomandakus makes a fool of himself, Pachemu joins Kizzy on real job. Sniffing the area where the warrior is looking after tracks, the pig uses his scent to help, excitedly pointing up something to Kizzy "Oink! Oink!"
Kizzy finds little more than what’s already been discovered in the tracks, even with the impressive help. Clearly a half dozen or more goblins were in the area, along with a single medium humanoid. And two skeletons of course, though she does discover they left no tracks in the graveyard, just in the tomb, which is odd.
Izomandakus takes the robes from Meg's hands, casually letting his fingers caress hers. Despite holding them up and staring at them for a long few seconds, the closeness of the put on make up woman makes him lose any possible focus "I can't tell what this is, but definitely there is magic within. Could I bring it with me? I have some books back home I would like to check. Maybe I can tell you tomorrow what is it"
”Yeah, sure, take your time. Return it to me when you know what there is to be known. You might also confer with Veznutt. Veznutt Parooh. Kast knows him at least a little as they’ve both taught at the Academy. He lives the other side of the church”
She sheathes her sword and stows her brass knuckles before turning to the Sheriff. "Anything else you need, darling?"
”Nope, nothing currently. But do keep this grave robbing business to yourselves for now. No need for the populous to worry about whether grandpa is still resting in his grave. This seems specific, though I’m not sure the purpose at this point.”
”Kast, see what you can do to help Izomandakus. You’re otherwise still off duty. Take the day but report Fireday for market duty please.”
"Hummm... it might be worth to check with Veznutt Parooh. I did not know he knew about magic himself" Izomandakus points towards his house past the church "Any of you interested to come?"
"We can have a meal together afterwards and discuss about all this strange stuff going on" the boy strokes Pachemu and gives him a cookie for his good help on finding about the goblin tracks.
Meg giggles to herself at Kast saying “perfect” yet again. A meathead and he has an idealistic view of the world—as to Meg only an idealist could believe in perfection—so he will need some looking out for.
She reflexively pulls back at Izo’s touch, but she does not comment on it. If she did every time a man was overly familiar or doting, she would have spent half her life correcting people, and that sounds awfully exhausting.
The only thing less interesting to Meg that going to discuss magic with a wizard-type is going to talk to someone named Veznutt Parooh, a set of syllables she is certain must be some kind of lewd saying passing for a name as a joke. Also, she just picked up a sack of gold this morning, and what else do adventurers do when they get a sack of gold but spend it immediately on gear and booze. ”I think that in the interest of keeping up this Hero of Sandpoint shtick, I should like to see what manner of weaponry and armor they have about the town. With some extra set aside for some, as Sappho calls them, potent potables. I am fine with a shared meal after shopping, though!”
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"Does this mean Father Tobyn animated into a skeleton perturbed by the goblin attack to the Church? Or is it some kind of anniversary animation?" looking at the fallen bones he adds "And who was the other skeleton?"
Kizzy shook her head, "No, neither of these were Father Tobyn. Sheriff said they took his remains. Probably left these as a surprise for whoever discovered what they were up to here. Doesn't look like the skeletons came through the graveyard, though. Maybe there really is a naked necromancer." She said, barking a laugh at the idea.
While Izomandakus makes a fool of himself, Pachemu joins Kizzy on real job. Sniffing the area where the warrior is looking after tracks, the pig uses his scent to help, excitedly pointing up something to Kizzy "Oink! Oink!"
Qetsiyah looks at what Pachemu has found, easily the most distinct of the medium sized footprints. "Hey, look at that! Aren't you just the smartest, cutest little piggy detective? You definitely get a cookie." She said while heaping scratches and praise on Pachemu. "Remember that "longshanks" smell if you can, I have a feeling this isn't over."
As talk turned to what to do next, she shrugged amicably. "I like the sound of lunch, for sure. Whatever else is fine by me." Shopping with Meg might be fun, maybe she could find a Thank You gift for Ameiko's generosity and hospitality. She didn't like the idea of keeping things from her friend, but the Sheriff did seem to have the people's best interests at heart.
”Kast, see what you can do to help Izomandakus. You’re otherwise still off duty. Take the day but report Fireday for market duty please.”
Kast nods, then salutes, then smiles. He intends to do all that.
” I should like to see what manner of weaponry and armor they have about the town. With some extra set aside for some, as Sappho calls them, potent potables.”
Kast’s face lights up when Meg says that. ”Oh yeah, I can take you buy the Savah’s Armory. They have a nice selection of weapons there. There is this one...this one polearm that is as sweet as Sarenrae’s light, I tell you. I’ve been saving up for it. I’ll point it out to you. Oh yeah, you gotta have good weapons.” Kast ponders. ”Maybe we can swing by there after Veznutts.”
Kast begins to lead.
*limp, drag, limp*
”Yeah, Seamus, I think we can also show them Red Dog Smithy too. Might be more selection there. Though I think Savah’s has better stuff. But you know. Gotta shop if you’re going to find the right weapon for battle,” Kast explains.
*limp, drag, limp*
From under a desk peers an aged but spry gnome. He comes out calling, ”Why Kast, it’s been an age. How are you doing today? Am I late for a lesson again? How was the party last night? Missed it working on a map of the coast. The Slandish drawings are useless. They don’t capture the feel of the cove!”
- - -
As you enter, you immediately see, in a nice glass case, a repeating crossbow in dark wood and ivory that bears the name ‘Vansaya’ on the stock. It’s a beautiful piece, and while it may be the highlight, there are many fine weapons and suits of armor throughout the place.
- - -
"Hello, darling! A pleasure to meet you." Meg leans on the counter with one hand, her other on her hip. "I love that crossbow in the case, but I am afraid it is a bit too big for me, darling. I am looking for something a bit more dextrous and fine." Meg glances about to see if she can notice any hand crossbows her size. "And some bolts as well. Cold iron, preferably. I never buy anything different." That is technically true, though it does leave out that she has in fact never bought bolts ever. She has also not considered what she will say should Savah tell her that she does not have any cold iron bolts.
Izomandakus stops impressed to witness the full work of a nearly completed map of varisia where the author has added all kind of drawings to better convey information of each location. The boy let's Kast conduct the conversation with the gnome while he studies the maps displayed and Pachemu strolls bored, trying not to hit any of the piles of old dusty paper. The pig sneezes "Chissszzz!"
Once Kast and Veznutt Parooh's conversation comes to a natural break, Izomandakus greets the gnome while handing the robes found in the tomb "Hi Veznutt. Sherriff Hemlock says you might know what these robes are. I was able to find they are magical, but I have no idea about the type of magic on them. Any idea?"
””Why Kast, it’s been an age. How are you doing today? Am I late for a lesson again? How was the party last night? Missed it working on a map of the coast. The Slandish drawings are useless. They don’t capture the feel of the cove!”
”The party last night? You mean the goblin attacks?” Kast asks, wondering if the gnome missed all the real excitement. If he had, Kast will fill him in, talking about what happened with the goblins and the partial destruction of the town.
”...and after all that, we found out that the goblins had left this robe behind. We were hoping you might be able to tell us what it is?” Kast looks to Izo to present the robe. ”They say it’s magic, but I haven’t confirmed. As you know, I don’t really understand much of that stuff. I’m trying though. Learning all the time.” Kast offers a big smile.
Looking at a small shield that strapped to the arm, she asked the shop keeper, "Will this impede my ability to use my sword?"
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Once Kast and Veznutt Parooh's conversation comes to a natural break, Izomandakus greets the gnome while handing the robes found in the tomb ”Hi Veznutt. Sherriff Hemlock says you might know what these robes are. I was able to find they are magical, but I have no idea about the type of magic on them. Any idea?”
”Hello Izomandakus, how’s Pachemu doing these days? She, uh, he, uh, it certainly looks healthy!” He takes the cloak and takes a look, casting Detect Magic to examine it further.
”That there is a Robe of Bones, but it’s empty now. You see here, where the threads hang loose, that’s where there would have been embroidered patches. Tear off the patch and fling it to the ground - instant skeleton. Usually a variety of options would be sewn into each robe. Quite fascinating. I haven’t seen one of these since school - and that was a loooong time ago you youngin’s.”
”The party last night? You mean the goblin attacks?” Kast asks, wondering if the gnome missed all the real excitement. If he had, Kast will fill him in, talking about what happened with the goblins and the partial destruction of the town.
”The town was attacked?!” He sits down roughly on a chair, scattering a few maps and other documents to the floor. He has a hard time accepting that such a thing occurred, in Sandpoint! Why the troubles were just a few years ago (7 really, but he’s old and they sort of run together for him), what could possibly be happening now? ”Does the sheriff need me for anything? I’m so useless, I wasn’t even there!” he asks of Kast.
- - -”Hello, darling! A pleasure to meet you.” Meg leans on the counter with one hand, her other on her hip. ”I love that crossbow in the case, but I am afraid it is a bit too big for me, darling. I am looking for something a bit more dextrous and fine.” Meg glances about to see if she can notice any hand crossbows her size. ”And some bolts as well. Cold iron, preferably. I never buy anything different.” That is technically true, though it does leave out that she has in fact never bought bolts ever. She has also not considered what she will say should Savah tell her that she does not have any cold iron bolts.
”Oh a deary after my own heart. I have two to offer you, this one,” she produces a fine looking model, complete with a brace of cold iron bolts, ”Or this one.” She takes out another, black as night - darkwood with blackened iron fittings. Masterwork of course, the thing just absorbs light. It comes with cold iron bolts, covered in silver weapon blanch, though other bolts are of course available.
Once inside, after Meg looks at a few things, Seamus asks, "Do you have something I can carry that's light and may pass as a cane? When we fought the goblins, I had to draw a knife. It would have been easier if I could have just whacked them on the head with something."
”Aye, Seamus, I have a couple options in that category.” she guides Seamus to a rack of canes, ”How’s that dagger working out? The replacement? Still sharp?” she inquires as she heads over. The canes are of a variety of woods and quality, even a couple sword canes, though most are simple cudgels (club).
Looking at a small shield that strapped to the arm, she asked the shop keeper, ”Will this impede my ability to use my sword?"
”Only a little. I’ve a mithral buckler that’s even better, but quite expensive. Flashy though too. Really attracts attention.”
When you negotiate payment, Savah will take nothing less than 20% off the listed values (book value). "You lot are heroes. I know these will do some good, not sit on above the fireplace just looking impressive." She insists.
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