Brinya looked embarassed.
DC 15 Knowledge (local), or who is a native of Trunau:
You know that engaged or married couples exchanging hopeknives is a common tradition in Trunau.
At Grobradon's statement of admiration, Brinya smiled fondly.
When she speaks of Rodrik, she touched the hopeknife hanging between her breasts.
Brinya talks at length about his beautiful poems (which initially attracted her to him), and about how Rodrik was always writing something. She confides that Rodrik kept a journal as well, and suggests the entries he wrote up to his final night might provide insight into his murder. Unfortunately, she has no idea where the journal might be.
Obviously, there’s his room in the Ramblehouse, but Rodrik also frequently went to Trunau’s Sanctuary with his writing.
According to Brinya, Rodrik said he had a “thoughtful muse” there, but he never elaborated.
Brinya had always just assumed her lover was finding solace in devotion to Iomedae, but now she wonders if there really was someone at the church—someone who might know more about what happened to Rodrik, or worse, betrayed him.
She nodded; then gathered herself together and started talking about Rodrik.
This is Father Noelan's Assistant in keeping the Shrine in order, Rhyna.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She said. Realizing she had been hitting Ghosteye with a chair, she dropped it immediately.
"It's just... we saw what happened to Father Noelan. I thought that this was our only chance..." She said, almost in tears.
The woman reaches out and takes it."Wha... This is an Azlanti Florin! It must be worth a hundred and fifty crowns at least!" She said, wonderingly.
She looked back to Sunny.
"Are you sure you don't have anything sma..." She said, then stopped suddenly.
"Why are you naked? And wet?" She asked, her eyes looking at Sunny oddly.
Then she reached out and touched Sunny gently.
"Oh honey, are you in trouble?"
"Hey-YA there! M'name be 'Sunny' in'a speakin' of tha' peoples." She exctends a tanned arm towards the girl then blinks and tilts her blond head. "Wots a 'tick-ette'?" (^_^)
The girl turned to Sunny with a confused smile."Oh, hello! Um, do you want a ticket? We're set to voyage to Sargova. It's thirty crowns, but you need to decide now as we're about to cast off." She said, gesturing towards the ship.
Taking her cue from Ereviss' dramatic placement of the planchette on the ouiji board, Kendra gasped and looked around wildly.
No there aren't.
That planchette. It fascinates you. It draws, no, demands your attention like nothing you've ever seen before...
It has a power, a resonance with yours.
Nodding, Kendra started.
Turning around sharply with her lamp; Kendra gave a sharp gasp and threw herself backwards, crashing into Ereviss and sending them both sprawling. The lamp flew twenty yards over your heads, blinding you for a moment, before dropping into the reed filled bog and winking out with a hiss.
You noticed a bulky, misshapen figure that was right next to Kendra; but looking back, its gone now.
Kendra shrugged at Rhia.
Kendra accepts a picnic basket and puts it aboard the coach.
"ALL ABOARD!" Called the driver.
Kendra smiled at Christoph's concern.
Val was boggled at the claim that Cheshire and the tiger were brothers, but was distracted at Celest's entrance.
Wrinkling her nose, she walked over to the rogue as she helped herself to a bottle of fine liquor.
When Flynn arrived, Val shot across the floor to tackle/hug him.
"Right away Master Flynn!" She said, and bustled off to find said items.
The swinging half-doors creaked open and bootsteps echoed as a figure entered. A short figure.
Lisandra whispered; "Thank you my friends. Gods willing, we will meet again. Now gather together..."
With that, she drinks her potion of invisibility and departs through the front door.
“What happened? Should we expect interference on the road to Lepidstadt?”
Kendra shook her head."No, no. We managed to banish the spirits that had haunted Harrowstone and the whole province. At a high cost." She said with a sigh.
"It is these cloaked men; the whispering men who trapped the spirit of the Warden and killed my father by crushing his skull."
"They're still out there. Somewhere."
She dashed the tears from her eyes.
"So yes; I am grateful and accept your offer of escort to Lepidstadt."
There is a knock at the door.
"Oh! Here is our supper finally." She said.
Rising to her feet, she accepts a couple of large baskets from a boy and brings them to the dinner table.
She quickly serves out an excellent stew, with hearty black bread, butter and honey.
Kendra Lorrimor hugged Christoph, Skiia and Rhia tightly.
She led the way to the house, recruiting whatever help is needed to shift luggage. He unlocked the door and bustled about relighting lamps, reopening doors and windows and righting tables and chairs from where they were in storage mode.
She begins by describing the Funeral, which had been briefly interruped by fear haunted villagers trying to drive off the 'necromancer' and his henchmen (you) before being run off by your display of arms.
A lovely young woman with a white streak at her temple looked startled. She set her trunk down and approached Christoph.
Still bleeding, Kendra realized the danger and leapt in front of the rat and Ereviss.
"Oh, sorry!" She said, helping Flynn up as if he were an old man. "My name is Val, Val Blaine. I'm Master Khonnir's apprentice."
Limping slightly, she turned to you.
She looked at you skeptically. Then snapped her fingers.
She ushered you into the hillside manor, where she showed you around.