"I believe Miss Bryndis can handle things for now," she says. "I think Miss Govrina has the right idea. It would probably be best if you and Master Magravi accompanied her. This Jubrayl Vhiski character does not sound like the kind of man who would take kindly to having someone he saw as his walking around free. We should probably make sure that none of us are alone while in Sandpoint until he's brought to justice."
"As you say, Mistress Caliean", Wayilant said with emphasis. "We'll talk later."
Turning back to the two newcomers, Wailant smirks, "Well, if I wasn't awake before, the downpour certainly will! I'll be glad to accompany Lady Fireblood and Master Gravi!"
Bryndís waits with the real Alina upstairs, but she's not so convinced downstairs is where the action might be occurring. Noise of the type they've heard could be a diversion. If it were her planning things, she would hardly be coming in through the front door while there were people still up and in the room. However, she might send someone to keep people distracted while she came in through a window upstairs...
Telling Alina to finish dressing and lay on the bed while they wait, she moves toward the door.
For any listening audience:
For Alina alone: "I will wait in the hall just outside the door. Watch the window."
She moves out through the door and flattens herself against the wall beside it to wait and listen.
Seems like its time to wake the sheriff, or burn down the Feedbag if he doesn't listen, I'm fine either way. Gravi stands up, slipping a well-worn cestus onto his hand. He's very unlikely to try and draw attention to himself tonight, but we won't have made any friends among his kin on that end of town. he says, moving toward the door.
Govrina nods in thanks to all who are being helpful.
”I appreciate the support. If I tried to report this on my own I might have been jailed for ‘making up stories’ and ‘stirring up trouble.’ Another witness will be helpful to make the case. My father always said: ‘Justice waits for no one, especially those who can easily run from it.’ “
She quickly finishes her drink, and rises carefully so as not to bump anyone or knock over her chair with her tail.
Muziel absolutely doesn't get up and continues to sip a new drink that he's ordered. "Oi, you young folk jumpin' inta the pourin' rain ta find a sheriff who might be in 'is own 'ome by now! Ya sure ya wanna be doin' that? I'll not be joinin' such folly!"
The way he keeps looking upstairs, it's little secret that the dwarf's ready to return to his books.
Muziel absolutely doesn't get up and continues to sip a new drink that he's ordered. "Oi, you young folk jumpin' inta the pourin' rain ta find a sheriff who might be in 'is own 'ome by now! Ya sure ya wanna be doin' that? I'll not be joinin' such folly!"
"It's what the lady wants", Wayilant said simply. "If going to the sheriff will put Govrina at ease enough to rest, I'm going."
Talienda nods as she's told to watch the window. Echo, though amused at her fretfulness, isn't so callous as to not feel Talienda's distress and climbs into the young noblewoman's lap and purrs as she sits and begins to pet the cat.
Bryndis can hear Alina climbing the steps before she sees the young woman. Alina rounds the corner of the landing and gives the swordswoman a pained smile.
"It would seem that that Master Magravi has rescued another unfortunate soul from some unsavory individuals, and the poor girl's appearance is what caused the fuss," she says in a soft voice, trying not to disturb anyone else in the rooms, or let them know more than could be helped. "I fear Master Wayilant is going to be cross with me, however. I think I overdid it, and my ankle is complaining rather strenuously about it."
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Wayilant, Gravi, and Govrina head out into the pouring rain. Cliff Street, which is beginning to flood, leads all the way across Sandpoint where it eventually curves to the left and becomes Mainstreet. It takes you past Junkers Way and then Tower Street. Slightly past Tower Street you see a stone fortress like building to your right. Posted up outside the building are a couple unfortunately men who have obviously drawn the short straw and landed guard duty on a night like this. Both men are wearing tabards depicting Sandpoint’s guard. As you approach the garrison, you spot a forward-facing sign the reads, “Sandpoint’s Garrison”. Before long, you enter through the small fortress's main gate, both guards look over at you and nod. Nither guard seems overly concerned, nor do they come off as being pleased to be standing in the downpour. Once inside, you see a smaller stone building in the center of the garrison along with a series of combat training posts set up along your right. Off to the left, you see the remnants of an unoccupied smithy that appears to be shut down due to the storm. Through one of the buildings windows, you see Sheriff Hemlock sitting at a desk while going over some papers. After entering the building, you note that the sheriff, a dark-skinned Shoanti man, has notice your approach and is now sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed.
“Wow, must be important to bring you three out in a downpour like this.” He states as an introduction. His eyes quickly shift over to Govrina for a moment but then adjusts back to the group once he realizes he got caught off guard and is on the verge of being rude. “What can I do for you this fine day.”
Muziel finds himself sitting all alone while nursing his ale. By dwarven standards, the drink seems a little flat, but he has come to recognize that as a standard for human brew. While glancing upstairs and thinking about his books, he observes Garridan close down the bar and grill. Before the barkeep retires for the night, he hands over a set of keys to a stocky, red-headed female dwarf who Muziel presumes runs the Inn throughout the night. Garridan eventually heads upstairs and enters the first room on his right. The female dwarf begins cleaning up around the bar, which includes sweeping and wiping down the bar’s counters.
Those that retire for the night see Bryndis posted up outside her door as if she is waiting to get the drop on someone. Fortunately, her caution turns out to be unneeded. The day simmers down to a quiet evening with nothing more disturbing than the cascade of rain beating off the inn's roof.
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Carefully removing her soaked hood from her head completely, Govrina nods at the man's effort of being polite.
"Greetings sheriff. I am sorry to bother you, but I am here to tell you a strange story. I ask your patience, as I only know my part in it all, but I fear if we wait too long true justice may escape this night."
She proceeds to tell the whole sordid tale from her perspective, stopping only at the point when Gravi enters her window. At that point she steps back to let him finish the tale from his perspective.
Thank you for sharing Gorvina. Sheriff Hemlock, you'd mentioned in passing that there were disappearances occurring throughout the area, and my comrades and I sort of blew it off, to be entirely honest, feeling it was a law enforcement thing, and not our concern really. But then I, being a devout Calistrian, went to the Pixie's Kitten, where I heard all again about the disappearances, and the sudden arrival of protection in the form of Jubrayl Vhiski, who has interests in the Fatman's Feedbag. He's been offering protection to the employees of the Kitten in exchange for a share of the revenue. Gravi let's that implication hang a moment.
I wasn't convinced there was causation there or merely correlation, but after hearing his 'colleagues' discuss their purchase at a certain disreputable slaver's market, and given some recent things experienced, I suspected a person was in trouble upstairs there. The employees didn't know anything, and were told by Jubrayl that some animal was being confined in the rooms, and I believed them.... he challenges the sheriff's potential doubt about the reliability of the employees at the Kitten with a hard stare,
So, not wanting to see anyone bound to servitude beyond their will, I took it upon myself to investigate, and seeing poor Gorvina here caged, sprung her free.
He pauses a moment, I am certain that Jubrayl will have cleaned up the scene of the imprisonment, he's too smart to leave evidence behind. And I understand that prejudice may run too deep in this town for outsider's voices to overcome what passes for organized crime in this town, but the Bunyip Clib and Jubrayl Vhiski are going to be thorns in your side. And out of respect for being new here, and not wanting problems for the hard-working employees of the Kitten, I would present this case to you, rather than take matters directly into violence into your nice, quiet, town.
The dripping wet cleric wipes his faces before he speaks. "Sheriff, I don't know if this counts for anything in your book", Wayilant says, while drawing his rapier, pommel side toward Sheriff Hemlock, displaying the Deverin coat of arms, "but as a representative of The Deverin Family, I implore you to take this matter seriously. Perhaps in conjunction with The Mayor's office."
The sheriff listens quietly while everyone’s story is being told. Shortly after Wayilant employs his connection with the mayor, the sheriff opens a large side drawer and pulls out a number of gasses. He then sits the glasses in the center of the desk and offers a fill them with a fiery-red colored honey mead. “This is a strong honey mead. It will help take some of the chill off if you like.” He offers while removing a decanter from the same drawer. “To be honest. Those clown-hats over at the Fatman’s Feedbag where my first choice of dip-s$%!s who might be involved with the disappearances. I have been keeping an indirect eye on them. For instance, I’m aware that Vhiski is running that place off the books. I also know he is pulling the strings of the Bunyip club. Granted knowing this and proving it are two entirely different things. That said, I wouldn’t put it past him to be involved in some skullduggery involving slavery. Proving something like this has been more than a little challenging, so I appreciate you coming forward with this information. We recently heard about his new interest in the Pixie’s Kitten and have been monitoring that situation. That brings me to a couple questions when considering his involvement with the disappearances. On the night the most recent girl went missing, Vhiski was under close surveillance, so I know he wasn’t directly involved. Granted he could still be orchestrating it from a distance, which is his MO in a nutshell, but I don’t see how disappearing one of the Pixie’s Kitten’s newest potential money makers is aligned with his recient arrangement with the brothel. I say this because, the girl went missing after his deal with Kaye was well underway. Why eliminate the girl after you have been employed to protect her. That seems counterproductive to me.”
After pouring himself a half-glass of mead, he continues. I’m guessing that cage you spoke of is likely quite heavy. With the weather being this bad, I would say there is a small chance it might still be there. Proving you where captive in that cage will be a different matter. I will head over to the Pixie’s Kitten immediately and hopefully that damn-thing is still there. You are welcome to come along if you like. Or I could simply let you know what we find. The choice is yours.
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Gravi looks at the others, I would, for one, quite enjoy seeing the look on his face when he tries to explain a cage. I may not exactly stand next to you, but I'll be there.
"I've followed you both this far", Wayilant smiled.
"Let's see it done, if the lady approves", the cleric bowed slightly to Govrina.
Govrina nods while she maintains a ‘thousand-mile stare’.
”I don’t care what that bastard’s face looks like as long as it ends up behind bars. Let me get my armor on, and I will go as well.”
She will borrow a quick closet or something to change into her armor and normal clothes.
As the tielfing changes, Wayilant asks his new calistrian friend, "Gravi, how are you holding up? You alright? I mean, you've had an exciting day."
Bryndís relaxes and re-enters the room. As everyone else settles back in to sleep, she takes up her place on the floor again.
Talienda relaxes after Alina catches her up on what's going on. The two of them change back into their nightgowns and climb back into bed. It only takes a few minutes for the rainfall to send them off to sleep.
Echo, awake and looking for some petting, slowly worms her way onto Bryndis' lap, purring all the while.
After allowing enough time for Govrina to equip herself, Shariff Hemlock gulps down what’s left in his glass and then heads out the door. The persistent rain continues to plague the day, while the wind, once again, picks back up. Its strength pushes the evening cold through everyone's soaked clothing like a sharp knife. Once you exit the garrison the two outside centuries join you, creating a noteworthy spectacle for anyone lucky enough to see you pass.
The road back to the Pixie’s Kitten is no small stroll. You begin heading south down Main Street. This takes you past an assortment of buildings whose signs are blurred by the rain. Noticeably to your right you see a shop sign displaying the name, “Sandpoint Savories”. A little farther down the road you see another sign on the left that reads “The Curious Goblin.” Towards the end of Main Street, you see a larger sign reading "General Store." Mainstreet ends as it meets Water Street, which you follow to the Southeast. Water Street, which follows the bay, is clearly inundated with docks. Currently most the docks are empty, leaving a clear view out into the bay, where the rain’s blurred downfall blends into the sea. The sight is captivating to say the least. Heading along Water Street, you pass Sandpoint’s main market, which is buttoned up tight, along with a large fish market to your right called “Vlademar Fish Market”. Water Street eventually becomes Market Street at the point in which you reach “The Mercantile League.” Both Wayilant and Gavi recognize the building as being close to the “Fatman’s Feedbag.” Eventually you turn Southwest onto Salmon Street, which takes you to the Pixie’s Kitten. The brothel looks over-busy, and rightfully so considering the weather.
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The door to the establishment slams open after Sheriff Hemlock puts more than a little force into the process of opening it.
“LISTEN UP! AS OF RIGHT NOW, THIS PLACE IS SHUT DOWN! RETURN TO YOUR ROOMS IF YOU HAVE THEM. IF NOT, LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.” He exclaims as his men take up posts to either side of the building's entrance. Many patrons flee to their rooms, while others quickly exit the building. Soon, only the proprietor, a dark-haired woman with colored ribbon tied in multiple places throughout her hair, stands alone at the establishments bar.
“Sheriff?” She asks in an obviously alarmed tone. “Is everything ok.”
The woman’s eyes quickly divert over to Gavi. The look on her face, when she makes eye contact with the regal Varisian, is self-evident. Shock, plain and simple shock. Moments after the room falls silent, a lanky well-groomed man with a clean kept goatee comes casually down the stairs. Gavi recognizes him as Jubrayl Vhiski.
“Sheriff, what on earth would bring you all the way down here in this unforgiving nightmare of a storm?” He asks while trying not to appear overly alarmed. His ability to act becomes evident as he comes across as not having any idea what’s going on.
Not more than a few steps behind Mr. Vhiski stands a large musclebound behemoth of a half-orc, who simply stands quietly by while the drama plays out.
Vhiski, it has been reported that you are buying slaves and forcing them into sex acts. I have been told that there is a cage upstairs that you used to hold this woman in captivity. If I find a cage upstairs, you’re going to rot in one my cells for ten years!" The sheriff exclaims in a commanding tone.
"Nonsense sheriff. I would never deal in a scruples business such as slavery. It's simply beneath me. I will admit that I do have a cage upstairs, but it was used to simply house a rare animal that I recently shipped in. Unfortunately, the beast got out. No doubt, some animal sympathizer decided it would be better to release a wild beast into our streets rather than to see it in captivity. I can assure you; we will set out to recapture it as soon as this unforgiving weather lets up.”
Vhiski’s eyes quickly take inventory of who is in the room. His vision narrows on Govrina while an evil little smirk crosses his face.
"Let me guess. This man along with that demon blooded vixen are making this outrageous claim. I would have you know that we kicked both of them out of the Fatman’s Feedbag recently. That man for harassing our staff and the woman for obvious reasons. This is some sort of retaliation, or shakedown. Don't let them play you as a fool sheriff.”
"This better not be true Vhiski. I will have no part in something like this."
"I can assure you, none of this is true. Our arrangement is sound, and this accusation is an utter waste of the good sheriff’s time. Besides, who would want some demon blooded half breed like her?” He asks more in the form of testimony than a question. “She simply wouldn't be worth my time.”
"Might the good Sheriff see said cages for himself?" the midnight blue-eyed man asked Vhiski. "In hopes of getting this matter squared away."
At this point Gravi steps forward, flourishing his sodden cape, and bearing his holy symbol provocatively on his chest Kaye, my dear, we spoke this evening, and I know you had no knowledge of what this contemptful human had up his sleeve. But I was sent by the Tallow Boys, of which I am one, and the Church of Calistra, to protect you. And sadly dear, this is the truth. Whether he is simply an opportunistic leech, or even more involved in the harm to your girls, I cannot let this stand. Yes, I was asked to depart the Feedbag, simply because I confronted his goons who’d play a role in other, less savory activities. But this stands against my Goddess’ commands! To enslave someone in what is ultimately a holy venture is a disgrace and mockery of my belief. Sheriff, you don’t know me, but I have brought you testimony which damns this man and his cohorts, they will undermine the sacred working of my faith, and I’m doing so, destabilize your city. We Varisians pride ourselves on freedom, and as a Calistrian, the bondage of the unwilling walks an unacceptable line! There is no shame on what we do, but to buy a person, and force them to anything, smacks of deviltry, and we rage against that! he finishes, swaggering into the center of the room, hips thrust forward, and his right hand tucked into the strange belt binding a Varisian sash around his waist.
Gravi clocks the interaction between the half orc and the sheriff but files it away for later….
“Fine. Have a look at the cage. I don’t see how viewing a cage that I’ve already admitted owning is going to change anything.” He responds while stepping aside.
Once upstairs, he shows everyone to the room that the cage is in. The room looks as Gavi and Govrina remember it, with the only exception being the cage is now pressed up against the back wall. The sheriff acknowledges the cage and then begins looking around the room. He finds a Heavy leather plate laying close to the room’s entrance. Later he finds a thick leather mug sitting on the floor next to the iron bound heavy-looking chest that held Govrina's gear. The chest appears to be empty, which doesn’t seem to surprise the sheriff much. After sitting the leather items back on the floor, the sheriff carefully examines a set of deep grooves running horizontal to the room’s entrance. Notably, the groves are about four feet from the door, which is the exact width of the cage. From there he examines a second set of striations in the middle of the room that coincide with Govrina’s story.
“Look, everything in this room coincides with what this young lady is telling me. Even down to the grooves on the floor. The leather plate and cup are extremely questionable. Why in the hell would you require a cup and plate for an animal?” He points out while walking back over to the door.
“Well the answer to both those questions is fairly apparent to me. Those two have indeed been in this room and are without a doubt the ones who let my animal out of the cage. The cup and the plate belong to my guards, who take turns guarding the room.”
"Do you three have anything else to add?" He asks after taking a heavy breath.
“I have something to add!” Kaye states as she walks over to the door. Mr. Vhiski, our deal is done. I will not deal with even the notion that something like this is possible, so until this situation is resolved, we are no longer working together.”
“Please Kaye, I assure you none of this is true. This is some underhanded attempt to get even for kicking them out of the Feedbag. If you do this, I can assure you, you will regret it.”
“You will not be assuring anything for a while.” He points out while pulling out a set of irons.
“I've decided not to allow you to arrest me for this trumpet up charge. Bob! See the good sheriff and his flock of jerks out!”
"You're going to do what the sheriff says and put those irons on or I’m going to break you in half Vhiski.”
The look on Vhiski’s face depicts an overwhelming level of surprise.
“Bob, you have been such a loyal friend for so long. Why would you betray me like this?"
"Shut up and put the stooped irons on." The half-orc states while grabbing Vhiski and escorting him downstairs.
"I don’t know if these accusations will stick. I intend to try and make a case, but the evidence is circumstantial. I believe you are telling the truth, but his story is also plausible. That will likely bring about reasonable doubt. As I’m sure you realize by now, Bob works for me. Well Bob isn’t his real name of course, but just the same, he works for me.”
The sheriff’s men escort Mr. Vhiski out of the Pixie’s Kitten and down the road, while the Sheriff sticks around for a short while in order to answer any questions that might come up.
Sitting on the floor is boring. Bryndís pets the cat while wondering how long it's going to take before Wayilant gets back to take over for her.
Echo purrs in contentment. Her mistress is safe. Alina is safe. They are both fast asleep after a harrowing night and day. Bryndis' petting feels wonderful, and her lap is warm and comfortable. For the moment, all is right with the world.
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Govrina merely watches as the human is led from the room in irons. Once gone, she sighs.
"I was in that cage for days Sheriff. I can tell you about every scratch and dent, the splinter that kept jabbing my backside, and the rusty spot on the bottom of the 12th bar starting from the left-front corner...but it won't make much difference will it? If it matters, I'm more than willing to speak my truth in front of a priest, if you have one here in...Sandpoint was it? Maybe one of my 'guards' will break under interrogation and corroborate my story?"
She wanders over to the open front door going out, and watches the weather.
"Should I worry about retaliation? That 'man' had ties to the community obviously."
The sheriff pauses after considering Govrina’s question. “Well, it’s been quite a while since I’ve debriefed Bob. I suspect he will have a lot to say. Knowing Vhiski’s resources, this case will likely be tied up in court for a long while. I’ll let you know if I need anything more from you or your friends. Your concerns about him or his associates retaliating against you is warranted. I suspect, in the short term, he will have his hands full dealing with all the legal issues, but I wouldn't let my guard down. Luckily, it looks like you have a little back up.” He states while glancing over at Wayilant and Gavi. “Unless you have any more questions, I’m going to head back to the garrison and make sure Mr. Vhiski is comfortable in his new home.” The sheriff pulls a hood up over his head before stepping back out into the rain.
"Well", Wayilant states. "Let's go back to the inn, see if the kitchen is still open, and maybe get some Desna Time."
The cleric tries to make conversation on the group's way back to the White Deer over the noise of the rain.
"So! Govrina! You don't happen to be a caydenite, are you?!"
Gravi spends a few minutes speaking with Kaye, before returning to Gorvina and Wayliant. I'm prepared to head back with you both. Gorvina, We'll make certain one of us is either immediately next door or across the hall from you should any need arise... he grins and motions with an open hand for the group to return for the evening...
"So! Govrina! You don't happen to be a caydenite, are you?!"
”I was raised by an Iroran monk, but I decided long ago the light of Serenrae was more my style. The redeeming of evil…appeals to me.. for some reason!”
She makes her point by flicking her tail obviously in his direction.
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Gravi spends a few minutes speaking with Kaye, before returning to Gorvina and Wayliant. I'm prepared to head back with you both. Gorvina, We'll make certain one of us is either immediately next door or across the hall from you should any need arise... he grins and motions with an open hand for the group to return for the evening...
She nods as they prepare to separate for the evening.
”I do appreciate the thought and effort good Sir. But I intend to sleep deeply in a real bed for the first time in a long time, with the door barred, and my dagger handy just in case. Oh…and its Gov-Rina. Accent on the second part. You make my name sound like Im going to start taking people out with my little horns!”
Talienda finds Gravi after getting ready. After a good night's sleep, she's a lot more chipper than she was yesterday.
"Good morning! Do you mind telling me what happened last night? All Alina could tell me is that you had apparently helped someone and her appearance had caused a bit of a stir that woke us up."
Gravi bows deeply, My apologies, blame it on my Varisian accent, but I'll always accept a lady's direction! he laughs.
Gravi is drinking coffee, in a completely different outfit, looking ready to challenge the wilderness now with a woolen tunic, puffy striped pants, winnegas binding his lower legs, and solid boots. There is a woman, she was being held against her will in the Pixie's Kitten by a knave, who was associated closely with those who held you captive. I sprung her loose, got her captor arrested, and 'enjoyed' a quiet night alone and wet for my trouble. She caused a stir because she exhibits some traits of having a demonkind ancestry somewhere, but people in these backwaters tend to be a bit, um, parochial at times... I do apologize you can see him choke back the my lady[/b] that it caused you a stir in your rest last night.[/b]
"What do you mean by-- Oh," Talienda starts to ask, but blushes as she realizes what Gravi means on her own. She sits next to him, looking at her hands for a moment before speaking again.
"There's no need to apologize for the actions of others," she says, "and unfortunately, I understand what you mean by parochial. Still, I think people are often too quick to judge. Pretty faces can hide vile hearts and those that look like brutes can be the kindest of the kind. Out of the way as this town may be, calling it a backwater shows some of the same prejudice that the people showed the woman you saved or that I was shown yesterday simply because I was using magic. Growing up or living in a big city doesn't make us better, just different."
”I was raised by an Iroran monk, but I decided long ago the light of Serenrae was more my style. The redeeming of evil…appeals to me.. for some reason!”
Wayilant smiles. "Hey! Praise be to The Dawnflower!" Looking up into the downpour, the cleric sputters, "Too bad she's not here right now to dry out all the rain."
Wayilant, Gravi, and Gorvina get out of the rain. As the tiefling gets her room, the aasimar asks the innkeeper to fill his copper tankard before bed.
After making sure Gravi and Gorvin are in for the night, Wayilant quietly makes his way to Talienda's room, and puts his ear to the door.
The cleric knocks gently on Talienda's door. A tired looking bloordrager answers, and grunts him inside. Bryndis gathers her things and leaves.
Turning back to the room, Wayilant notices that both beds are begin used, although the cleric was pleased to see Alina elevated her sprained foot again.. The caydenite smirks and makes a place for him on the floor as quietly as possible. Wayilant drinks down his ale before going to sleep.
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Wayilant: HP -0/20| Channels -0/6 | Spells Used:
Bryndis: HP -0/22 | Rage -0/6
Liotierri: HP -0/24 | Spells Used:
Muziel: HP -0/19 | Acid Cloud -0/7 | Spells Used:
Taliendra: HP -0/20 | Bardic Performance -0/9 | Elemental Ray -0/6 | Spells Used:
Alina: HP -0/8 | Delegate -0/4 | Inspiration -0/2
Govrina: HP -0/28 Temp HP -0/3 | NLD 0 / Burn +0/6 | Shatter -0/1
Much of the storm has wound down, giving way to a much lighter rainfall. The wind has also diminished to the point that it’s nothing more than a reminder of its previous self. The sound of Sandpoint’s population, working to clear away any debris that the storm created, resonates through the Inn’s thin glass windows. Down below, the aroma of freshly cooked eggs laced with the sharp scent of bacon fills the room. Although the previous night ended in a notable turndown in business for the White Deer, the dawn of a new month (The First of Calistril) seems to have inspired the locals into taking their families out for breakfast. The Inn’s main floor, which looks full, seems to have developed a waiting list for a table. Garridan, who appears satisfied with the new business, is working quickly at the inn’s grill, trying to keep up with the morning’s run. Three overworked waitresses, Bonny, Nelda, and Rachael, race around the Inn’s tables, taking orders and delivering meals. As soon as a table tallies up and vacates, another patron takes their place. In the realm of eateries, it looks as if the inn is doing well, for the time being anyway.
Looking around the room, you can see that Gavi, the Varisian from the previous night’s ordeal, is currently sitting at a medium sized table that is located off to one side of the room. He appears to be having a conversation with Talienda while sipping a hot cup of coffee.
Wayilant moves out of the way for Talienda and Alina to get ready when they wake. After both are dressed and decent, Wayilant asks to look at Alina's sprained foot to check on it.
As Talienda goes to leave, she pauses and bows her head towards Wayilant.
"Thank you, Master Wayilant, for looking after Alina. I hate seeing her hurt because of me, and I don't know if we would have made it far without you, Miss Bryndis, and Master Gravi there to help us. I owe you all more than I can repay." the young noblewoman says.
"I think I overdid it yesterday," she says with a wry smile, "My apologies, Master Wayilant."
The cleric sighs with frustration and resignation. "Okay. We have to do some shopping likely before we leave. I think we'll need to get you a study quarterstaff: you can use it to help steady yourself on our journey today, and it would double as a weapon. What do you think?"
Alina's smile fades as she sees Wayilant's look.
"If you are planning to travel, Master Wayilant, I'd invest in a beast of burden of some sort. Neither I nor Lady Talienda have much strength, and if I need a staff to help me walk, I won't be able to carry anything, I suspect." She sighs, "To answer you're question, I think I can manage if I have a staff to help me keep the weight off that ankle."
After a moment she adds, "Please forgive me, Master Wayilant, I did not mean to make light of your kindness."
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Bryndís sleeps in.
Bryndís sleeps in.
After a moment she adds, "Please forgive me, Master Wayilant, I did not mean to make light of your kindness."
"That's no problem", Wayilant says as he examines Alina's foot more closely. "But I would like to know how you share your last name with my God?" The cleric smiles. "It's been proven Cayden had many loves whiles mortal. Caydenites are always on the look out for any actual blood relation to the Accidental God."
Bryndís emerges from her room more late-morning-ish. After calling for water so she can wash up, she tells whoever she might find around that she knows that she will be going out briefly.
"I want something sweet. I am tired of potatoes. There is a shop I saw that sells pastries. I am going there."
After washing up, Bryndís heads down the street to Sandpoint Savories.
After a moment she adds, "Please forgive me, Master Wayilant, I did not mean to make light of your kindness.""That's no problem", Wayilant says as he examines Alina's foot more closely. "But I would like to know how you share your last name with my God?" The cleric smiles. "It's been proven Cayden had many loves whiles mortal. Caydenites are always on the look out for any actual blood relation to the Accidental God."
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"Oh, that," Alina says with a nervous laugh. "I fear it's nothing so grand as being a direct descendant of Cayden Cailean. I grew up in an orphanage after I was found on the steps of the place one night. There was no note, no mementos, not even something to give me a name. The priest running the place named me Alina Cailean. He was a follower of Cayden Cailean, himself, and the church he was a part of ran one of the better breweries in Absolom, so we never wanted for food or clothing. Still, it was a bit of a shock when Lady Talienda's father took me in. I couldn't stop gawking at everything I saw."
Bryndís emerges from her room more late-morning-ish. After calling for water so she can wash up, she tells whoever she might find around that she knows that she will be going out briefly.
"I want something sweet. I am tired of potatoes. There is a shop I saw that sells pastries. I am going there."
After washing up, Bryndís heads down the street to Sandpoint Savories.
"Would you mind if I came along, Miss Bryndis," Talienda asks.
"Oh, that," Alina says with a nervous laugh. "I fear it's nothing so grand as being a direct descendant of Cayden Cailean. I grew up in an orphanage after I was found on the steps of the place one night. There was no note, no mementos, not even something to give me a name. The priest running the place named me Alina Cailean. He was a follower of Cayden Cailean, himself, and the church he was a part of ran one of the better breweries in Absolom, so we never wanted for food or clothing. Still, it was a bit of a shock when Lady Talienda's father took me in. I couldn't stop gawking at everything I saw."
Wayilant sat and listened to Alina's story. "Oh! Very interesting! I've heard of the Cayden-run orphanages. Never been to one. Might have to change that in the future. It is gratifying to hear you felt taken care of there."
Wayilant then stood up and smiled. "Alright, Alina Cailean! I think I've done all I can for that foot now. Let's put some pressure on it, and see how that goes." The aasimar offers the handmaiden a hand off the bed.