Edril is taken aback not so much at Fenster in general, but at his approach to Krystal. "Any information you have would be valuable, but I think we'll be keeping our friend here off your lap."
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Edril follows suit, though a gold piece is not something he gives away so lightly, if the others are so willing to part with such wealth, so will he.
Edril follows Alistar toward the previously mentioned warehouse. "Should we have anything in particular for this? A gift to exchange? Backup? I'm not familiar with these procedures."
Edril smiles. "I have no need of your services, as my craft is service to my god, but I thank you all the same for your good words." He very gently raps his staff upon some of the stones nearby, and incants a blessing over the good man.
Edril sticks out like a sore thumb. He's dressed very well, and his staff denotes him as clergy, to those who would know better. That and he's uncomfortable, so there's just something distinctly off about him in this place. "This sounds like a good idea!"
I hear you there. They extended break here too, luckily no kids.
"I would never be so blasphemous as to claim godhood. I serve Findeladlara, and seek her will. I am an archaeologist, and architect, in point of fact. I study ancient sites, buildings, and art to better serve her." Edril only softly admonishes, he's at least gotten the hang of jokes of this nature. The society was well aware of its reputation, but it had a good heart. "I imagine there was a time Arturr was a baby, he may not have been so immense then."
"One of you folk will have to do the talking, these are not my sort of people," Edril admits. He doesn't want to seem ungracious or unkind, but him trying to cavort with the sort of people that reside in Underbridge would be about as successful as kobolds marrying into the Blakros family.
"I am still hoping to earn my Wayfinder, this mission is actually related to that. I am only recently a member. Venture-Captain Heidmarch could validate our story should you wish to confer with her, though that seems an unnecessary expenditure of time and resources. Do you know of the location of the Tower Girls or someone who could put us in contact with them?" Edril veers most verbose, irked that he is doubted once more, though not showing it.
"And now you doubt my veracity. Very unkind of you, I can see we won't be treated well here either, much to my dismay." Edril rises when the pair re-enter the room, gives a courteous but reserved bow to the new entry, then resumes his seat.
"I never mentioned slavers, only vanishing individuals, it is interesting that you leapt to that conclusion. I would also prefer if you did not insult my compatriots, as I have similarly offered no slights." It would take a very trained and careful eye to see the twitch of his brow that accompanied the irritation at having the society slandered, though whether he's irritated at the watch commander or his fellow Pathfinder is anyone's guess. After all, the behavior of one is a reflection on all and Edril had tried so hard to avoid tarnishing his wayfinder. "If one of our number is bothering you, I would be happy to escort them to the local venture officer of note for a stern correction."
"Yes, we are trying to look in to several of the disappearances, and are finding it difficult. We are with the Pathfinder Society. It was our hope to aid and assist the watch by determining the cause and hopefully bringing the victims home safe again." Edril finds speaking to people of authority calming, as opposed to dubious characters in carnival tents. He's genuine, kind, and straightforward.
"Be sure to treat them with the same respect they treat us with... going forward." He hopes that the rude behavior is on its decline rather than increasing.
Being more at home in this situation, Edril approaches the guards. "Greetings, I am Edril of the Pathfinder Society, my companions and I are seeking information related to kidnappings and possible slave trading. Might there be someone we could ask questions of?" He gives his standard smile, which while not particularly exceptional is honest.
Knowing the secrecy that Spire Elves espouse, Edril takes Estel at his word, it will also help in the future not having to worry about the confusion that can arrive between Elves named Edril and Estel. "Be well, may the blessings of Findeladlara go with you and your community."
I have no strong feelings one way or the other.
"Perhaps this is not the place, or perhaps that was a ruse all along?" Edril suggests. "We could ask about some more, or speak to the guard. They might know more about the disappearances."
Edril follows Arturr, to provide light and any other assistance he may lend, his staff ever at the ready.
I have +5 to diplomacy, and a reasonable perception.
Edril finds it all a bit too coincidental, and opens his third eye. He looks around the room, considering whether this could be an illusion, or a conjuration, or anything other than what it seems to be. Should he find anything, he relates it to his allies.
Edril enters the room, and once within calls light to the head of his staff. "I can see well, but for the rest of you, a guide. I do not track well, however," he admits.
Similarly, no worries. We had not been the best at keeping up, so you have more than a few breaks coming your way.
"Perhaps there is a seaward entrance, or another way of entry that is less obvious?" Edril suggests, agreeing with Keezheekoni's assessment that drawing attention to the group would be a bad idea.
Edril keeps close at hand, not quite wanting to be in the thick of things, but definitely wanting to be near enough to lend aid should peril befall Arturr.
"I agree with him," Edril indicates Estel. "Antagonizing them doesn't seem wise. I don't think enemies of the Sczarni make out too well."
They also have shows from my childhood like Gargoyles. I tried to watch Darkwing Duck but the puns... they overpowered me.
Though he didn't know it, Edril was echoing the Half-Orc's thoughts. He was also glad to not have to interact alone with this seedy character, but for different reasons. Edril was concerned about missing persons, the reasons behind such a thing could be innumerable, and there were precious few that didn't alarm him. To his compatriots, he asks, "Do you think we should seek out these Tower Girls or another of the Sczarni groups? Or try to follow other potential clues. The slaver comment worries me, though not half so much as if that's not the reason for the disappearances."
"I agree, fifty gold pieces sounds like quite a great deal of money, I'm not certain I've ever held as much," Edril says, lending his pitiable voice to the plea.
Edril is thankful that Arturr is good with children, and generous. It boded well for the future. Things have a way of coming back to you. Edril also enters the tent and waits for one of the more talkative and genial folks to engage the occupant.
Edril listens to Arturr carefully. "Indeed, animals are not born doing cruelty, they must be taught by men. An animal will fight for many reasons, but not simply for sport." He considers amending his statement, but to account for all the sporting reasons animals may play-fight didn't seem necessary. Either his companions would understand his meaning or they were soft-headed. "Do you think the small ones were lookouts? We may have been announced already."
Edril secures his valuables more carefully, though his quarterstaff is his most prized possession so he fortunately has that close at hand at all times. "Any clue where to begin looking here? Should we start asking about, or simply listen?"
Edril nods to Estel, and places the ring in his pocket for the time being. "I'm not able to discern yet the qualities of this ring, but I am getting close. I'll hold on to it for now." He readies also his staff, and considers the spells he has drawn on for the day in case that should be important. "I will hope that someone else can do the talking, as I'm not familiar with those sorts."
Edril listens to the discussions going on with detached interest. He had viewed the box and now its contents, and was particularly curious about the ring. Given the value of the other items, it bore attention, and since it had its own glow beside the overwhelming aura of the box, it certainly needed further examination. Removing it from the box, he placed it on a nearby table or similar flat surface to examine it, once again opening his third eye and gazing at auras.
"This box is beyond me as well, even though I could tell the magics upon it, I couldn't have imagined... how would you even do such a thing?" He admires the crafstmanship, the runework, the carving... it really is spectacular and were it not for the Elf in the room, he might be entirely distracted by it.
As almost an afterthought, he recalls a blessing that Findeladlara gives him to share, and places a hand on Estel's shoulder briefly.
I do have touch of good for +1 if we want that.
"It could also be protection from scrying, or perhaps to prevent teleportation. There are a number of interesting magical applications of those schools, though that would be for a wizard to say more than I." Edril follows up with, as he is happy to be noticed and heard.
Edril considers the box. "Another word that fits is lucre, which the box might be intended to hold. Ill-gotten gains? The word is appropriate, yes?" This being his first real mission, Edril doesn't want to look foolish. The word made some sort of sense though, and the venture captain wouldn't give them an insurmountable task to make them look and feel foolish, would she? Or the other pathfinder, Koriah... Edril could spend a month looking at her only breaking for food and water. Goodness, what an uncouth thought. Where had that come from? What would the tribe say of such thoughts regarding one you had just met? It wasn't merely her appearance though, she seemed to radiate capability. Put together, that made an attractive woman on many levels. Not to mention her status as a senior Pathfinder meant she was likely well off and connected. But what are you? Nothing yet, child. It would take years of polish and smoothing before Edril could consider speaking to her.
Always splendid to have more conversation. And I merely thought it more appropriate perhaps for our rogue to suggest. Edril is innocent after all. La, here goes something.
Not wanting to hog all the limelight, as it were, the two words I can think of that anagram that are Ulcer and Lucre, the latter being definitely more fitting due to the nature of the box. In case anyone wants to contribute but has mindfog.
"There are abjuration and conjuration magics at work on the box, and they are strong... far stronger than anything I could manage." He blinks his eyes a bit, having stared rather intently. He goes over in his mind which abilities he has, and then tries the simplest which he has available. He tries to cast light upon the box, knowing that normally an object of this size wouldn't be susceptible, but having no other better ideas immediately available.
Being only so wise as he can manage, Edril looks at the box and does what comes naturally to him, he opens his third eye. A brief incantation and some hand gestures reveals the world beyond. "I'm going to see if I can determine whether or not there is any magic affecting the box, which might aid in its opening. Can someone read the papers while I do so?" Edril asks. He's not trying to command, he's asking for help because he can't do two things at once and is uncertain whether anyone else can do what he is doing.
Tiarsus' similarity to Edril was a bit concerning. Another beneficiary of a good deity? Had they intended for the varied clergy to be here together? It was certainly an odd mish-mash of peoples. At least most of them were Elven like Edril, at least in part. The humans weren't so bad and while cautious of the half-orc, it wasn't actively weighing on his mind. The society would not simply carelessly gather a group together for a mission, he was almost certain. "Not disrespecting yourselves, sirs, but do they believe this will require a degree of physicality?" The question is clearly directed at Arturr and Keezheekoni. "I am not much in a fight, you see. As I said, I am in town to study the monuments as well as the architecture and history, to see what is laudable and what can be improved upon. I wonder... no, the letter was addressed to me, and I doubt another Edril rests in my lodgings if even the town." The hesitation is palpable around the nervous young man, knuckles tightening their grip on his rather plain quarterstaff.
Edril, a young looking Elven type dressed in cleric's garments and with a holy symbol not easily recognizable around his neck, listens to the others for a time. "Wouldn't spying on fellow Pathfinders be frowned upon? I'm new to this, so I'm not certain. I am Edril, I study the monuments." He nods, as if that were enough, then remembering that everyone else had also explained their capabilities he follows suit. "I revere Findeladlara, as such I study structures, architecture, and the like. Sometimes good things happen around me by her grace." He smiles, innocently and without much of the stoicism which tends to embody his race.
Hi guys. Relevant skills:
I plan to be a healer, summoner, and support cleric. I don't plan to do much offensively on my own.
Thanks, I am grateful and look forward to interesting interplay.
Background, appearance, demeanor added.
ScorchedOne's submission, will work on history and such over the weekend.
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