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Bertrand follows Vixie towards the large man in the cloak, allowing her to take the lead.
"Guess we should head to the Forest Bounty. I could do with a good meal anyway."
Bertrand spends some time asking around town for anyone who has met Shyla or seen anyone meeting her description, being sure to include any notable bookstores or potion merchants in the search.
"I'll start by spending a bit of time asking around about Shyla. Vixie, you're welcome to come with if you like; you know her better than me, of course."
After taking a moment to enjoy the urban atmosphere, Bertrand suggests they seek out Vixie's wife. "It seems as though she may be our best source of leads on the cult. Any idea where we're likely to find her?"
Bertrand admires the city (and the dockworkers). "Ah, it's nice to be in an ever so slightly more urbane setting. I believe I will enjoy it here... provided we aren't all slaughtered by masked cultists, of course."
"What a fascinating interaction." Bertrand smiles widely. "May we please get as far away from here as soon as possible?"
Bertrand puts his wand away. "Adventurers from Kassen. And it rather sounds as though we share a common enemy. We seek the cult of Razmir; they seem to have walked off with something that doesn't belong to them."
Bertrand doesn't hear the sound but cautiously pulls out his wand of Ear-Piercing Scream. "Cackling, hm? I don't trust anything that's happy on a gloomy day like this one."
Bertrand considers Vixie's cake. "Fine piece of work! May it expand our good fortune and not our waistlines." He nods. "Tally ho and all that, then!"
Bertrand boards the ship and appraises it with an arched eyebrow. “Charmingly rustic. I like it.” He looks back at Galen. “Ah! Up for a sampling of adventure, are we?”
Bertrand considers Khalaban's armor. "Impressive. I've seen more comfortable-looking outfits, of course, but I'm sure this one is quite practical."
Bertrand smiles, a bit patronizingly. “Now, now, envy flatters no one. If you want to see the world, what’s stopping you?”
Bertrand nods thoughtfully and sips his wine. "A reasonable philosophy. Freedom is a splendid thing...so long as what one does doesn't restrain the freedom and dignity of others, of course. Though I'm sure we'll agree that at times there can be a certain appeal to... restraints." He grins devilishly and winks.
Bertrand strokes his beard and listens intently to Adriana.
Bertrand approaches the group near Adriana. "Hello there! Friends of yours?"
"I appreciate you sharing this with me, Jocyn. This isn't just about solving a mystery anymore. It's personal. My friends and I are going to find this cult." Bertrand pauses and sips his wine, perhaps for dramatic effect. "And it will be all the more satisfying when we take them down."
Bertrand frowns sympathetically. "That's dreadful. Hopefully you at least got a few good wallops in against those scoundrels. I take it you didn't see them again after that?"
Bertrand lifts an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."
Bertrand approaches his mentor and sits at the stool next to him. "Something wrong, Jocyn? You seem fascinated with your drink... and I know the ale here isn't that good."
Bertrand bows graciously and accepts his tips. He briefly scans the inn to see if his mentor Jocyn is here.
After purchasing some fancy new equipment, Bertrand spends some time performing at the Seven Silvers Inn, regaling the audience with tales of the horrors he faced in the crypt. His mind is distracted by the impending journey and the missing amulets. This case may indeed be my greatest challenge...
Arriving at the tavern, Bertrand schmoozes and entertains the patrons, taking a moment to trade information with Khalaban. "There are murmurings in Tamran about Razmir's cult looking to expand. Bit of a long shot, but could be a place to start looking for the amulets."
Once he's finished gathering info, Bertrand will head towards the tavern to regroup with the others.
Bertrand enjoys a deep breath of fresh air as they leave the crypt. Trusting Khalaban to report their findings to the mayor, he exchanges information with the rest of the party so they can meet up later. After a change of clothes and a long shower, he'll spend some time asking around town about any nearby activity related to the cult of Razmir.
I may have missed it elsewhere, but how are we dividing up that last batch of gold we found? 70.8 GP per person?
"We should reunite Bianca with her companion. I'm quite ready to be rid of this..." Bertrand stops and glances back at the skeletons, smiling nervously. "...lovely...place....that I love."
Bertrand considers the items carefully. "Nothing looks familiar to me. But a cult, you say? That checks out... they do love their mystical amulets."
Works for me! Sorry, I was at a convention myself this past weekend.
”This is certainly a unique occurrence, to my knowledge.” Bertrand leans in eagerly. ”You are in luck, spectral friend! I’ve never met a case I couldn’t solve, especially with help from a talented group like this one. Tell us everything.”
Bertrand dusts his hands off smugly and proceeds across the bridge. "Simple enough."
"Let me take a crack at it. The rest of you may wish to, er... stand out of the way. Just in case."
Bertrand nods and tries to stay light on his feet as he proceeds.
"Happens to the best of us, my dear. Shall we continue? I'm quite ready to be rid of this place as expediently as possible."
Bertrand sighs. "If it's not one thing..."
Bewildered, Bertrand looks around the room to ensure there are no visible threats.
Bertrand tries and fails to grab Vixie once again.
Bertrand flails helplessly at Vixie. "Now now, no need for hysterics..."
Bertrand casts Detect Magic and squints at the bottle for a few moments. "Perhaps if I had the equipment to run a few tests, but I'm afraid it just looks like something blue and magicky to me. Looks like conjuration magic, though."
"A reasonable deduction, Maxilla. Let us hope the person we're looking for is at least as lucky and/or resourceful as we!"
Bertrand scratches his beard. "Ranger's Lament? Hmm. I'm unfamiliar."
Bertrand takes another shot.
"How rude!" Bertrand loads his crossbow and fires.
Bertrand wrinkles his nose. "Lovely. Even more charming decor." He quickly moves on towards the next chamber.
"I've no objection if we wish to press on," says Bertrand. "My charms likely won't have much effect on these bony fiends anyway."
Bertrand moves closer to the rest of the group and loads his crossbow.
Bertrand fires a bolt at one of the skeletons.
Bertrand wrinkles his nose at the beheaded corpse and the frog guts strewn about the room. "What unique decor this place has. Shall we proceed?"
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