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Leaping up from his seat, Zeldrith rushes after Ano, redirecting her down a side street so that she doesn't pass near the Clovermark house with all the subtlety the other members of the group have come to expect of him. "Hey-Ano-I-think-I-heard-that-High-Street-will-be-closed-how-about-we-try-R aven?" He clears his throat as he catches up with his catfolk friend. "You know, Ano, since I'm new here in town, I was thinking I might try and see some of the sights down this street here at this specific moment for some reason. It's on the way to the Cathedral, too, so there's that."
Steering her down the side street and away from another violent confrontation with her mother, Zeldrith casts about frantically for something to justify his intervention in Ano's affairs. "There, aren't you glad we came down this way? Now we can see... um... that alchemist's shop that-" Narrowing his eyes, the tiefling sniffs the air experimentally. "-smells like cheese for some reason. You know, I don't think I even want to know..." He laughs nervously. "Well, Ano, how many people can see they've set foot inside of a Thassilonian ruin and lived to tell the tale? And then there was that freaky little imp - it's definitely something to remember for the future. Hey, did you feel anything weird when you stood near that flame pool down in those catacombs? I thought I felt a little tingling in my hand here, and I was wondering..." He trails off, looking hopefully at Ano to see if his babble is helping to distract her from her recent confrontation with her mother or the prospect of having to kill her old friend.
Arrian, trying to eat a heaping handful of turkey, adds, "Shell the shtuff, get shtuff!"
[ooc[ Now I have to figure out what chemicals smell like cheese :p [/ooc]
"... That sounds like something I'll have to ask about later. Cheese isn't a usual scent in alchemy," Juriya says as she rushes to catch up. She... vaguely remembers them trying to extract reagents out of rancid butter recently? Just thinking about it made her nose burn. Blegh.
She then realizes what Zeldrith is trying to do. Oh. And now she's at a loss for words.
At first, Ano’s fur bristles when Zeldrith takes her around the long way. Though she does realize he’s just making sure she’s not going to get mangled.
When the tiefling asked about the well, she says, “I don’t think so? Other than the pregnancy vision, all I saw…well, heard and smell…was weird. I heard moans, and I smelled something…like…”
Once the thought popped up she looked physically sick. “Oh Gods…Father Zantus better have the answers I need…”
"I don't think so? Other than the pregnancy vision, all I saw…well, heard and smell…was weird. I heard moans, and I smelled something…like… Oh Gods…Father Zantus better have the answers I need…"
Zeldrith grimaces almost imperceptibly, interjecting quickly to distract his friend from the nauseating thoughts. "Well, maybe... maybe it's not your friend's fault, then, yeah? I mean, after all, I think us two were the only ones to have visions down there - proper visions, I mean - so maybe your friend's head got blasted full of all those evil thoughts, like ours were but worse? None of this would really be her fault then - all this would be on those crazy old wizards." Glancing behind him, he sends a death glare at Donimah, daring her to interrupt with another tangent about how great the Thassilonians were.
The ex-mercenary puts an arm around Ano to console her as he quickens his pace to match hers, the sound of his hooves on the hard-packed dirt of the road drowning out the softer sound of her footsteps. "Look at it this way, if your friend can't be held responsible for her actions, we'd be doing her a favor by killing her, right? Stopping the thing that's taken her face before it can taint her memory? We can talk with Father Zantus, but I think he'll say the same thing. And the longer we delay here instead of taking Thistletop, the more likely it is that someone's going to put two and two together, same as we did."
Donimah glowers as the group suddenly gets up and starts leaving and looks over at Ameiko and Shalelu.
"We can continue this conversation later, perhaps," she says as she gathers up her scrip bag and grabs her whaling spear and races to catch up with them, robes fluttering about her bony legs.'
When she finally catches up with the group, she sees Zeldrith glaring at her and gets a confused look on her own face.
"What?!" she asks. "What did I do this time?!"
Ano sighed, “I just have a question or two for Father Zantus, then we prepare immediately.” She turned to look at Arrian, “Hopefully whatever gold we get we can get me a chain shirt…maybe make my rapier a masterwork quality.”
"If we split it evenly," Juriya says, "we'll probably end up getting the same gear," she says with a chuckle. "At the very least, a better rapier wouldn't be a bad idea. I uh. Might not be strong enough for the chain shirt!"
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Father Zantus is found in the cathedral praying silently to Desna in her shrine inside. There are a few people in the cathedral.
You recognize almost all people in the cathedral are the families of the few people who actually got killed in the goblin attack.
Ano pauses when she realizes that the people in the cathedral are the ones who lost someone due to the goblins. It reminded her of when she lost her father those years ago…
She then clears her throat, and walks up towards Father Zantus. “Father? I’m sorry to bother you, but I have a couple questions. Of a private nature.”
Ano hears a fluttering sound. When she turns to look at it she sees a swallowtail butterfly flying close to cathedral ceiling. After a while, it flies down close to Father Zantus, almost at her hand's reach. She understand this is a sign of approval.
Father Zantus seems completely unbothered to be interrupted in his prayer. Being the sole caretaker of the magnificent building that is the cathedral, as well as the spiritual well-being of Sandpoint, certainly doesn't warrant him time to have a moment of silence.
He wears a smile and says "Yes, Ano, of course. Shall we retreat to my office? I've also requested special access to the roof during construction. I said it was to help clean it, but in truth I like the view from there."