"I agree. Say, Riftun... could you perhaps ask Zaiobe if she sees anything unusual around us from the sky? Did they have a camp nearby? Are there more approaching?" Andochtuir wonders.
"Yes, we should move on, in case they attack again. Do you think that big raven we saw is connected? Maybe it was spying on us."
Torra glances at the sky to see if that strange bird was still about.
"That seems plausible." Shalelu says in response to Torra. "We'll have to keep a careful eye out for any more signs of it."
For the next couple of days, the caravan travels west along the river. There are no major settlements along the way, until they reach a small collection of huts - on the opposite side of the river stands Ullerskad, a larger settlement, but there is a handful of people who have settled on the southern side, providing a service of ferrying people over to the larger city. While Sandru refuses to move the whole caravan across, he does send a handful of people to sell goods and purchase necessities.
The weather continues to be bone-chillingly cold, lurking below freezing at all times. Koya and Spivey have prepared a number of scrolls to ward off the worst of the chill for as many people as they can, but it is never quite enough for everyone.
Yuto looks up after the raven and gulps "Ho-hope it is not connected..."
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The Tian offers himself to go buy supplies. The young man covers his face with a coat sewn with his own needles, but his cheeks are still red by the frost. While buying the stuff, he profits to ask the shop owners "W-we saw a ra-raven some miles back, he followed us for a wh-while... i-is that normal behavior here?" also asks about the raiders "A-and do you know a-anything about some lion-banded raiders?"
"O-Oh yeah, that sounds like a good idea Andy. I-I'll ask her." Riftun nods in agreement towards his half-elven friend before returning his attention to the sky.
"The others seem alright, some scraps and bruises but we'll all pull through... Of greater concern is that the bandits were apparently cursed to die if they revealed any information to us.... O-Oh! And speaking of the others! They wanted me to ask you if you see any more approaching? O-Or a camp? O-Or anything unusual at all really? And on a more personal note how does stewed rabbit sound for dinner?"
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Riftun was prepared for the cold, always had been since growing up in this climate and had brought the appropriate attire for such, now that they are in town he volunteers to go with the other to pick up winter clothes for those who need them.
Yuto is less than successful in his attempts to communicate with the locals, who seem a closemouthed and reclusive lot. Most simply try to point him in the direction of the city across the river - some insisting that he take their cousin's small boat over. However, none of them are willing to talk about any of the local thanes or their iconography, let alone the one he's looking for.
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Ultimately Yuto comes back to the caravan quite defeated "So-sorry, I was not able to fi-find out anything else... I... I just do not un-understand how to talk with these strangers..." the big man blushes.
"But I brought back some supplies" he brings new food to Lorsk and shares what little the villagers said "P-perhas we should cross the river. How many days to Kalsgard?"
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As the Caravan begins burying all the defeated raiders, Andochtuir approaches Koya and the other more experienced casters among them. "Before we return them to the soil, does any of you possess a spell that might be able to extract information from a body? Back in my time of service, there was a spell sometimes used to ask what the spirit wanted to do with its remains, or as a final goodbye of sorts for the next of kin. Is that within anyone's power to cast, preferably on the woman, and inquiring about who they are, why the attacked us, and who their master is? Mentioning that the geas of sorts killed them rather than us might help us, I imagine."
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Once it is suggested to Koya that she speak with dead on one of the fallen raiders, she does so. Throughout it all, the only information the party learns is that a man named "Asvig Longthews" is behind their attack.
Riftun agrees with Yuto, "Y-Yes, perhaps we should cross, maybe our answers lie on the other side?"
"Asvig Longthews? Do-do any of us know about him?" Yuto asks hoping for a positive answer.
He nods to Riftun "Yes, let's cross to the other side. W-we need to be ca-cautious though..." he will inspect carefully the area before proceeding.
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Yuto, Riftun, Andochtuir, and Torra cross the river to Ullerskad, hoping to get more information on Asvig Longthews or the lion's head arm-rings.
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Hearing the name 'Asvig Longthews' again Riftun scratches his head and furrows his brow deep in thought... Didn't that name sound familiar?
Frowning as his memories prove to bring up nothing of any real use Riftun decides to work on seeing if he can obtain the info from the local citizenry.
"E-Excuse me sir? Y-Yes pardon me but u-ummm does the name Asvig Longthews mean anything to you?"
"Please, anything at all might be helpful. Or, failing that, these strange arm rings we found on a group of bandits seemingly working for him. We'd like to help out the region as we pass through, if we can, but it would help a lot to know more about his methods first," Andochtuir adds, following up Riftun and hoping to impress a capability to handle the threat with either his physique or calming voice. He'd insisted not splitting up, after all - not with these strange Ulfen on the loose, and the local populace on the way here seemingly too scared to say anything.
"Th-this Asvig Longthews... his name sounds like he should be so-someone important, maybe a thane or merchant... i-it is not rare they send family raiders..."
Yuto is too shy to talk to the strangers, but he tries to cause an impression with his well cleaned armor and his nicest smile, while being so sensible he often feels some stuff people do not say.
But he is distracted paying too much attention to the location defenses.
As the others go into town, Torra stays behind with the caravan, afraid that the raiders might return. While Ameiko, Amaya and the others were certainly not defenseless, the memory of the dread she felt as she listened to the sounds of the encampment being attacked, while she was powerless to help them still haunts her.
Although she hasn't spoken to him much, she seeks out Sandru and launches straight into her point. "Do you have any ideas on how we can be better prepared and defended, if we are attacked again? What if they use magic to conceal their approach, or put our guards to sleep?" That last part featured prominently in the adventure novels she had read - the daring heroes sneaking up an enemy fortress, using magic and guile to disable its defenses, then slip inside.
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The first few people that the men approach haven't heard of Asvig, but after a couple hours, they finally find someone who seems to know what she's talking about - an elderly Ulfen-Tien woman with laughter-lines crisscrossing her face. "Asvig Longthews? Why d'you want to know?" When Andochtuir answers her (and Riftun translates it into Skald) she frowns. "I see. That'd be a dangerous accusation to make in Kalsgard, but fortunately you're not there. He's a thane over there, you see." She shrugs slightly. "Can't tell you more, I'm afraid. I've only heard of him from a cousin who lives there."
Sandru scratches his beard, muttering something to himself before looking at Torra. "We can try hiring more guards, but that requires a certain measure of trust. Maybe Kelda or Ragnhildr have some ideas for trustworthy sorts."
"As for sleeping spells, Andochtuir and I are immune." Shalelu says thoughtfully. "But you make a good point about the magic."
Spivey flutters over. "I can see any magic in the area, always. I also don't need to sleep, even though I prefer to do so to commune with Lady Desna." She folds her arms. "And if any powerful foes harbor the taint of evil on them, I will be able to see that as well."
"Do you have any suggestions, Torra?" Ameiko asks, her expression curious.
"T-thanks good woman, th-that is useful" Yuto answers shyly "Are there a-any news from Kalsgard? Is the way to there sa-safe?"
For the rest of it, Yuto will help gather supplies and grant passage to the caravan through the town, helping to trade goods for Sandru to finance the caravan.
Torra nods. "I can see in the dark, so I can stand guard at night. And we should keep watching the skies for that big raven. And, do we have ways of communicating at a distance?" She glances over the river, towards the town, where the others are currently doing the gods know what.
Andochtuir waited to hear her response to Yuto, then tried asking the woman if she knew anything important about Kalsgard, something that a stranger to these lands would find important to know should they ever visit. Well, next to that a figure that quite possibly was specifically after them lived there, that was.
Afterwards, and if Riftun and Yuto had nothing else they wished to do there, he would visit a local apothecary or herbalist to exchange information and barter for rare herbs to use in his brews before returning to the caravan. There, he continued his duties as a guard and scout, now extra alert for any night time raids on the convoy...
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The woman shrugs. "As much as anywhere's safe, yeah. Only a few days away, I think, by horse. Quicker by boat." In answer to Andochtuir, she mentions that there are several districts of Kalsgard - quarters, as they are called, each one specialized in different ways. The main ones that she focuses on are the Fire Quarter, where a lot of the entertainment industries are, the Ice and Ivory Quarters, where most of the shopping is done, and the Jade Quarter, where most of her family lives - along with many other Tien immigrants to Avistan.
"There're a few spellcasters who have that ability, I think." Ameiko says in response to Torra's question. "I'll take a quick look over those who have been doing so."
The caravan moves slowly over the next few days, and the weather grows warmer as they approach the sea - albeit only slightly. It remains bone-chillingly cold, and the warm-weather garments can only do so much. Koya and Spivey offer the most vulnerable spells to help keep them from suffering the ill effects of the cold, but there's simply not enough for everyone.
Finally, they arrive at Kalsgard's walls, and Sandru leads the caravan into the city, and the Bone Quarter - where most of the poor residents and Varisian Caravans reside. Zaiobe remains hidden within the caravan for now, though she is clearly displeased.
Once they finally stop for the foreseeable future, the party and the caravan's leadership - Ameiko, Sandru, Koya, Shalelu, Amaya, and Lone-Pillar settle in for a discussion on what the next steps are.
"We've got several leads on what we want to do here." Ameiko begins. "We want to look for Suishen - my family's ancestral katana. We also want to look into this Asvig Longthews person, too."
"If we're headed over the Crown of the World, we'll also want to look for a guide." Sandru says. "I don't know the Path of Aganhei, or indeed what measures need be taken to keep us alive that far north. This is about as far as I've ever been."
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Riftun thanks the woman for her information before heading off with his fellows.
"So Asvig is a thane... Th-That makes him a very dangerous and powerful person in these lands but... I still have no idea why he would be trying to cause us harm." The bard frowns as he tries to piece together what info they have.
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"We don't know whether it was an attack targeted at us specifically, or if we were just a caravan a band of robbers figured an easy target. Even if this thane seems keen on hiding criminal associations, that doesn't have to mean he is or was after us." Andochtuir replies to Riftun on the way out. "But until they do... I believe I pieced together a recipe that mimics the taste of molten chocolate. I dare hope that makes the journey slightly more pleasing amidst this frigid winds, at least," he continues, grinning as the group returns.
"From the information we retrieved earlier, it seems this Ice and Ivory quarter would be a logical first place to search for your family's Katana," The warrior nods to Ameiko. "Anything so rare and valuable would have made quite an impression among the merchants, unless someone took measures to hide it right after the purchase. Still, it at least doesn't hurt to ask around."
"And I suppose the Fire Quarter might be a good place to start asking around for an experienced guide. Seems an entertainment district would be a good place for one to look around for potential jobs, lacking a market," he continues, then glances over the collected caravan leaders. "How will we devide ourselves? We would welcome your company, though perhaps someone should stay and keep track of the rest of the men while we investigate?"
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"I-it is perhaps too risky to a-ask about the katana di-directly... we might say we are looking for ancient ka-katanas and describe it using so-some trait very personal from th-this one in particular" Yuto suggests.
"Th-this is a foreign country... I-I feel more comfortable by staying together, e-even if takes us a few mo-more days" he scratches his head "Lo-looking for the guide seems the safest path so far... and might open us new leads to the katana and the thane"
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"We do know who my grandfather sold Suishen to." Ameiko muses aloud. "Fynn Snaevald, I think his name was. Asking around for him might be as risky as asking after the katana itself, but..."
"That comes to another idea I had. I don't think any of us want to risk the lives of the caravaners." Sandru says, and Lone-Pillar grunts an affirmation. "I think it would be best if our investigators find an inn elsewhere in the city, so as to distract any attention from our caravan."
Amaya nods briefly. "That is probably for the best." She looks to her eldest sister. "Ameiko, I feel that you, Teruko, and I should remain with the caravan and as unobtrusive as possible."
The heir to Minkai opens her mouth, annoyed, before sighing. "Dammit. I hate it, but you're right. The more Minkaians looking for Suishen the more likely we are to draw attention to the idea that the Kaijitsu family," even here she is careful to avoid mentioning their true name, "is headed back to our ancestral home."
"I don't speak Skald," Shalelu says thoughtfully, "but I know that sometimes Twilight Speakers of the Ilverani come south from the Crown of the World. That's snowcaster elves." She specifies. "They're a reclusive bunch, but there might be one in the city. I can look out for others of my people."
"Koya and I would be pretty obviously Varisian, and we're both caravaners. I think both of us should stay with the caravan and do normal business." Sandru says with a frown. "Spivey, you should stay out of sight, too."
"I'm used to it." The azata says, amused.
"I'm not going to stay in the caravan all the time, Sandru." Koya says sharply, but nods. "I won't be poking around anything too obvious, though. Just keeping my ears out for any news."
"So we have three paths of investigation. I think Sandru and Koya can maybe probe around for any signs of a guide across the Crown - it'll be harder, because it's autumn, but not impossible." Ameiko says. "The other two paths are probably ones that you all should look into." She looks to the party.
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Ï can look for dwarves in the... what was it called again? Ivory Quarter? May not be a direct path to your family's heirloom, but they may have other useful information," offers Torra. Although the idea of talking to what were ostensibly "her" people is about as appealing as sticking her head in the snow, she feels that she has to at least try.
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"It seems we're splitting up into multiple groups, then. I would ask you to be careful, were it not disrespectful. Each of you is clearly highly capable in their own way, and possessive of a sound judgment - though some might argue otherwise, given what we seek to accomplish." Andochtuir grins at the last bit, then nods at the collective leaders respectfully as he turns to leave. "We will find your heirloom, Ameiko, and see what we can learn of this questionable character. Mín govannon ad nimloth."
Once any further questions have been asked and and answered and their team was assembled, he turns to regard the others. "So... we're to try and find a highly valuable katana, without being suspicious about it. And, for that matter, it seems having a Minkaian do so openly would only attract suspicion to Her family," he nods backwards towards the previous meeting place, indicating the leaving Kaijitsu. "Which is a shame as otherwise Yuto could easily pose as a warrior seeking a worthy weapon. I think Torra's suggestion is as good a place to start as any. Or does anyone have better ideas? I confess skulking about and subtlety have not exactly been my strong suits since... well, ever."
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"W-we will do our best Ameiko Sama" Yuto promises kneeling with one leg, then heads away of the caravan with Andochtuir, Torra and Riftun "A-according to the vision Fynn Snaevald is a merchant, pe-perhaps we can ask to the dwarves and other people about me-merchants who have a long track record of wo-working with hierlooms of far-away lands."
"We-we can say we are looking this for a rich benefactor and w-we would not be far from truth..."
Ameiko looks penetratingly at Torra. "You don't have to, you know. It might be helpful, but if you don't want to, I'm sure there are others in the city who'll talk about Fynn or the like."
Once their are questions answered and their plans made, the meeting is adjourned for the time being.
"Let's go to the Market area first, in that case," Andochtuir suggests. "If we're to pose as agents for a wealthy patron seeking to buy an expensive sword, it would help our credibility if we are seen spending a lot of coin. And some of what we found in the castle is quite valuable, indeed." he says, and begins heading for the corresponding city district.
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Riftun perks up as if suddenly struck by inspiration, "Oh! I know! There are these people who are obsessed with Minkaian culture! They were Minkaian clothes, read Minkaian stories, eat Minkaian food, and most importantly they practice the art of the Minkaian blade! I-It's a bit embarrassing but we could pretend to be agents of a wealthy 'Minkaiaboo' sent to obtain a powerful magical blade of such origin. That may arouse some laughs but probably avoid too much suspicion." The bard suggests.
"Also I'd love to bring Zaiobe into town if she's willing to take her shopping and try to get her used to people but what with her appearance... I don't know if that would be possible. W-We would maybe try to pass her off as a strix? O-Or she could wear a heavy cloak to cover her wings... but that seems like such a shame... Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself I should ask her if she wants to go first but I don't want to get her hopes up if we can't find a good way to get her in."
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"T-that is a great idea Ri-riftun San" Yuto smiles after hearing the proposal "Let's head into the Market square then and tr-try to pose some questions"
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Once at the place, Yuto will start to sell the weapons and jewels the group found at Brinewall and share the coin with the rest of the party. He profits the exchanges to asks questions that might help the group get more information on either Fynn or Asvig "Wh-where could we find so-some Minkai valuables? W-we are working for a wealthy 'Minkaiaboo' interested to obtain powerful magical weapons of such origin, and... and... other i-items of such origin"
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”A… Minkaiboo? Is such a thing real? Clearly I haven’t travelled enough,” Andochutir states, both amused and confused. ”And here I was about to suggest that one of us could pose as someone wanting to buy an ornate katana for his Minkaian lover as an engagement gift or such, thinking it would be subtle enough. But perhaps pretending to be a group of Minkai-crazed tourists is better, indeed? Yet… if so, how should we act? Please teach us the way of the Minkaiboo, Riftun-sensei,” he follows, completely serious.
Then he remembers that wasn’t all they’d spoken about. ”Zaiobe? Well… she is sure to draw a lot of curious looks our way, whether posing her as a strix would work or not. It seems counterproductive to keeping a low profile. I’m not sure if readily available magic exists to circumvent this, either. However...” Riftun gets the distinct impression that Andochtuir is trying very hard not to grin. ”…If her presence is so important to your morale, and you are okay with her seeing you act the part of the prime Minkaiboo, then you will hear no objection from me.”
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The heroes head out to the Ice Quarter, following Rannvig's Run - the river that runs through the center of Kalsgard - and passing through the center of the city into the shopping center of the city.
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"Okay... remember the terms Riftun said. I can do this. I can definitely embody this 'lifestyle'. For the caravan!"
'Riftun-sensei'! Look at this 'kawai' katana. 'Sugoi'! 'Ne?' ...oh, we're leaving? Sai-you naga, merchant-san. Minkaiaboo-'Dattebayo!'"
The delivery was rather stiff, about as natural as smoked bacon growing on trees. But hey, he got almost all the words right, and in just two sentences, no less!
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At the shopping center Yuto flushes every time he has to speak, but he does indeed ask around "A-anyone specialized in weapons a t-true Minkaiaboo wealthy one might li-like?"
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Riftun goes flush at the mention of Zaiobe seeing the bard act like a total Minkaiaboo as Andochtuir mention's it. She wasn't ready to see that side of him yet if ever.
"A-Ah... O-On s-second thought. M-Maybe it should just be us for now a-and I can just shop around for things I think she'd like. D-Don't want to draw in unwanted attention right?" The bard laughs awkwardly completely red in the face.
Turning his attention back to the matters at hand Riftun scratches his chin as he thinks while entering the town. "A-Alright how to act like a Minkaiaboo... W-Well there are some terms you should know but we should probably start off by discussing the plots of some of the most prominent stories... an inordinate number of which feature tentacles." Riftun starts his lesson.
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We should probably start off by discussing the plots of some of the most prominent stories... an inordinate number of which feature tentacles." Riftun starts his lesson.
Andochtuir glances sideways as the group enters the market, the corners of his mouth twitching up as he sees the Bard's very relatable worries over the harpy. But then he's hit with a rather unexpected piece of culture. "...Tentacles, you say." The physician states. "May I ask why? This... sounds rather complicated and illogical. Should I purchase a few such tentacle books and delay the mission by a day to thoroughly study the material first, perhaps?" he wonders.
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Though many of their interviewees are somewhat bemused by their behaviors, one does point out someone who's known for purchasing and collecting Tien curiosities. Fynn Snaevald is well known - and still alive - as an independent trader of whale oil and amber. He lives over in the Amber District, and people are more than willing to share his address. One even says that if they have information or goods from Tian Xia, Snaevald would likely be happy to meet with them without an appointment.
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"Well, it seems we got his address without being direct about it. Seems your play worked, Riftun," Andochtuir smiles after the group finishes their shopping. "Shall we head there next then? Amnd perhaps we could gift some sort of item from Tian Min to meet him straight away, though I wouldn't know what sort of item from thereabouts we could miss." He says, and looking to Torra and Yuto mostly as being the longest standing members of the caravan. Was there a Tian-Min item the caravan could miss that fit this bill?
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Yuto thanks the citizens that gave the information "W-what about asking him to give a va-value for this..." the young man brings Whispering Shrike out of his belt "We-we can use it as a first pretext t-to approach him... th-then we can tell we heard about Suishen a-and ask him if he did indeed buy that weapon and what happened with it in the e-end"
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Riftun rapidly waves off Andochtuir, "N-No No I-I don't think you want those stories Andochtuir r-really! L-Let's just move on shall we?" The bard laughs awkwardly and takes a rare opportunity to actually physically move the half-elf away from the strange book merchant.
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The whole affair had been incredibly embarrassing but as Andy congratulated Riftun for his idea the bard felt that it might have been all been worth it... possibly. Though, truth be told, he worried he had stoked some morbid curiosity within his half-elf friend that Riftun could only pray wouldn't awaken anything in him.
Could alchemists conjure tentacles?
Riftun shook his head trying not to think too much about it.
"Ah that sounds like a good idea Yuto I-I was getting pretty embarrassed being so overt about my hobby so anything that gets us away from being total Minkaiaboos for a while is good in my books." The bard replies sheepishly hoping that word of this does not get back to Zaiobe.
She would definitely never look at the poor bard the same way again.
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As promised, Torra seeks out the dwarves in the Ice and Ivory Quarter, wearing her best approximation of 'traditional' dwarven dress and jewellery, and with her hair done in five braids. She knows it's probably a bad idea for her to ask directly about any of the topics of interest, so she does her best to make small talk and trade news from Varisia for local gossip.
Their path decided, the party makes its way northeast into the Amber Quarter. After twenty-odd minutes, they arrive outside of the house that they are assured is Fynn Snaevald's. A knock on the door is answered by a distinguished old Ulfen man who looks at the motley crew with an air of puzzlement. He speaks in the local language, perhaps assuming that they all will understand it.
Fortunately, Yuto has been expending a lot of time with Ranghildir and Kelda in the last weeks. A fast learner, he gets a sense of what the man is saying "Skån min Skald. Vi kommer fra syd og leder efter dyre varer fra det lange øst. Nogle mennesker fortalte os, at Fynn Snaevald var den bedste mulighed for os, og så er vi her."
"Spare my Skald. We come from the south and are looking for expensive items of the long east. Some people told us Fynn Snaevald was the best option for us and so we are here."
"B-but I think m-my friends would be more comfortable if w-we could switch to Chelaxian" the young man attempts a good smile, displaying some of the richest jewels the group found to trigger the merchant's interest.
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Riftun rapidly waves off Andochtuir, "N-No No I-I don't think you want those stories Andochtuir r-really! L-Let's just move on shall we?" The bard laughs awkwardly and takes a rare opportunity to actually physically move the half-elf away from the strange book merchant.
"Demo, Watashi-? I mean; I don't follow. Shouldn't I know? Well... if you say so. Perhaps I could ask Ameiko later..."
Not knowing any skald himself, Andochtuir just performs a pleasant bow until the language shifts to one he can understand. Figuring Yuto and the man had reached some sort of agreement there he smiles and introduces himself (and the others, should they wish) in common. "My friends and I represent a fervent Minkaian culture enthousiast, and when we were asking around on the market the merchants there appointed you as having truly extroardinary items. We can offer this magical weapon as a token of sincerity," He places the Whispering Shrike on the table as discussed. "...Depending on whether you life up to your reputation, of course," he adds pleasantly, and leaves how to ask for Suishen directly to the others, as he wasn't the most subtle man alive.
"Ah, the language of the south. Aye, we can speak it if that makes you more comfortable. You've found me." Snaevald smiles, but at the mention of Minkai, his eyes brighten, sparkling in delight. "Very good! Come in, come in. Please. I do so enjoy this sort of thing."
He leads the group into the home - no humble residence is this, but nor is it quite a manor. It is finely decorated with tapestries, and wall scrolls, written in Tien characters. Well-groomed servants bow politely to their new guests as Fynn leads them into a small meeting room with a table and several chairs. Bookshelves line the walls, and he waves at them to sit. "Can I get you anything to eat, friends? Drink? We've finely warmed ale and some fresh bread. Mera's a brilliant baker."
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Reunited with the rest after her inquiries among the dwarves, Torra does her best not to stare at the well-appointed residence full of fascinating items, and... books! Shaking her head mutely at the offer of refreshments, she beelines to the bookshelves, attempting to read the titles on the spines.