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Chaetris looks a little chagrined for a moment "Sorry, I didn't mean to just ramble on like that. I have a copy of The Chronicles of Chan on order with Taggin. Just think it's supposed to be here by the end of the week. If that'll help."

The sage smiles gently and nods. "You should bring it by when you get it. That volume should be quite revealing. I skimmed a copy once, long ago."

Allustan looks about and frowns slightly. "I have some matters I should have attended to earlier, but you should return, and with your friends, when you have settled things. Do you have any other questions before you go?"

It's as polite a dismissal as you've probably gotten in a long while.

Tomorrow night, I'll update with the whole group at the Feral Dog before dusk, unless you give me some other direction. The miners will still be at work but it might be handy to be there already when they come in. The owlbear will make for an interesting situation, at least. :P

The old wizard nods sagely at Kael's questions. "Your first question is easy. Fester has been known to catch and train exotic creatures. He'll be your best bet, if you can find him." Allustan smirks gently at this before continuing.

"The second question is not so. The simple answer would be to say that the Wind Dukes of Aaqa are long past gone and anything you find of them is ancient history and no more. But it is never so simple. The impact they left on the world was significant. The Rod of Seven Parts is likely still hidden in the world, scattered in pieces, though nobody knows the truth to that for certain." With that, he gives a shrug. "Let's say for now that you simply found a remnant of an ancient culture and it means nothing more. I may have a different answer for you after I have done some research and have seen the tomb for myself."

Fester Trollump is a local trapper that keeps rooms at the Able Carter Coaching Inn, though he spends most of his time in the wilderness.

The middle-aged wizard listens intently to Chaetris' story, making for a very attentive and engaged audience, including several keen questions to clarify various situations when appropriate. The story complete, he rubs his chin thoughtfully for a moment before commenting almost as if to himself.

"It sounds like you've made quite a unique discovery in this tomb. The Wind Dukes are ancient and mysterious entities. There may be a lot we can learn from them. I would be very interested in seeing it someday."

Breaking his self-musing, he takes on a more brisk tone. "But... it sounds like you have more pressing matters. A necromancer in town, perhaps? You should be careful. Hmmm... in the interest of discretion, I'll give you a fair price for any 'magical and esoteric' items you may have and if you promise to take me to this tomb of yours in the near future, I'll leave my door open to you in case you run into trouble. Let's say, sometime in the next two months?"

His friendly smile does little to hide his intense curiosity in the tomb, though you're sure if he really wanted to, he could find it on his own. A man of honor, then? Or perhaps he's just lazy.

Allustan will buy all of the items you want to sell, which amounts to 208g and 2s each. I left them on the sheet but marked them sold in case you wanted to keep something.

Kael looks to his companion, then in their absence, speaks up. "A good and dry day to you... my companions and I have come upon an assortment of magical and esoteric goods for which you might be interested in purchasing. Or at least know who might be a buyer."

The wizard breaks his calm regard with an almost sly smile. "Ah... yes. I am dry, but you are not. Very keen." With that the wizard beckons you follow him with a gesture and steps briskly toward his front door. "Come. We can continue our discussion inside... where you will also be dry."

Allustan holds the door open for you to enter and uses a cantrip to dry each of you... and his floor.

Inside, his foyer has the definite design of one who doesn't mind subtly flaunting his comfortable wealth. Almost like a big vaunted library, this room must take up the majority of the house. There are more books in one place here, than anywhere else in Diamond Lake. In the center of the room is a large table with chairs around it. A few books sit here and there on the table, though not enough to give the place a disorganized look.

The wizard beckons you to take a seat at the table with him.

"Please... have a seat. You said magical and esoteric items?" His expression appears calm and friendly.

Waiting for Percival to continue the conversation with Purple Prose.

Cerise, Chaetris and Kael make their way up to the hill to Allustan's charming red and deep blue abode. The light rain splashes softly into the pools in the meditation garden out front where a well-composed wizard sits cross-legged, watching you approach. Short hair with a long, meticulously groomed beard, Allustan regards you with a serene expression. As you approach, you notice that the wizard is somehow completely dry. And it's not as if the rain is running off to the side or falling through him. It's like the rain hits him, but his hair and red robes are not damp in the slightest.

The retired wizard stands up calmly and awaits your approach. His charismatic voice is not at all as gentle as you expect given the environment, but it is very friendly.

"Greetings and welcome! What brings you to my abode?"

He has the definite air of someone who doesn't need to be the slightest bit threatened by the approach of a group of people with weapons.