Frederick charges at the staff wielder, sensing the area with the statue is going to get dangerous again soon. He swings his sword overhand at them.
"Get off that platform and come over here!" he shouts to Jaazkara.
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Frederick grabs the maiden's crown, and then moves to the edge of this kingdom, aiming to head for kingdom 2 with the rest. "Got it!"
Frederick keeps hackin', and whackin', and smackin'.
Frederick does not have a pickaxe, and he's a bit mfifed that disarming his opponent basically did jack, so he settles for cutting it down to size.
Frederick grunts in pain, but aims to give some back.
Frederick disarms the maiden, and then tries to slice it on the backswing.
Frederick steps in and gives it a good whacking, then another.
"They'll never expect us to run that far!"
"Let's go to the demon first!" Fredrick calls, and heads off that way.
Frederick looks curiously at his amulet. "So what do these do?"
"Blue? Well it's not exactly my FAVORITE color, but it sounds nice."
"What do you mean? It can transport people, or just that it provides safety on the way?"
"So you...bought it from her?" Frederick asks, fearing the worst but making sure.
"My mother. An orc woman, who was in Blue Shell during the Purple Moon Festival fifteen years ago. She was there with my father, a human man, and wore a distinctive sapphire bracelet."
"We'd heard you could help us locate someone, that you had contacts and an unrivaled attention to detail. I was wondering if you'd entertain the idea of helping us?"
"As long as you don't eat them, they were made fresh so they'll be hard to replace."
"Yes, we DO have business with her, technically."
"There's always a chance we could overhear something while we play, you know. I imagine the employees would know more than any of the patrons."
"You know, I've never gambled before. It's banned on Hermea because we're all supposed to share everything equally." He follows behind Cyrus, listening intently if anyone explains the rules.
"Let's find us a merry band of mercenaries and tag along with them!" Frederick says, then marches off as though he plans to buy a set at the corner store.
"Perhaps we could check if the Navy has an inspection coming up? Maybe they will let us come along."
"Does anyone know where we can rent a boat?"
"Thank you! Finally, a lead." Frederick says, then pauses for a second. "Do you by any chance have any more honey buns?"
"We were hoping to ask you some questions. We have reason to believe you are, or were, on friendly terms with a woman who knew my parents. I was wondering if you might recall seeing a couple, an orc woman and a human man, 15 years ago during the last Purple Moon festival. They were seen in the company of a blonde woman who you seemed to be on friendly terms with?"
Frederick orders a drink he heard about from Tai Leng. it's supposed to come on fire!
"What is the Viper's Nest? A den of iniquity? Why would Jaazkara wish to go there?"
"Are the Ironbloods important?"
"The one you saw may be who we're looking for. I'm trying to find my mother. Any new information you have could be of great help."
Frederick has remained largely silent out of fear of screwing things up. "Can you describe this woman from the Golden Plaza?" he finally chimes in, comfortable his questions probably aren't going to set the construct off.
Frederick waves at Glasseye from the shore.
"Wouldn't be the first time we got stabbed."
Frederick waves to Leng.
Frederick tries to help.
But gets about as far as he did before.
Frederick writes up everything he knows about his mother and hands the sheets off to his allies. The information isn't much to go on. A vague physical description (that could be just about any orc female), and a distinctive sapphire bracelet she got in her brief time on Hermea. "Also she spoke with a weird accent. Kind of...hissy? Always held the sss sounds."
As for daytime work, Frederick tries to track down any leads on his mother, enlisting the aid of the more street savvy members of his new party if he can.
Frederick gladly rents a fine room. "A fifth the price of my previous one! What a deal!"
"Let's just fill a barrel full of holy water, toss the weapons in there, and bury it somewhere."
Frederick tries to slap it again. Twice!
"Well, this is unexpected." Frederick says, and moves in to attack.
"Nothing that I can think of."
"Pay us what you will for now, I'm patient." "Continue speaking in such a condescending tone, however, and we may well just leave you to figure out a new solution on your own. The 'painkiller' as you put it might buy you enough time to find one that doesn't involve the Moon Rose."
Frederick waves for Cyrus to show him the medicine.
"News, mainly, and a stop-gap measure for the time being. We located the cure, but it can only be mixed under the light of the purple 3 weeks hence. We do bring a tincture that will sustain your love until we can bring the full curative to you."
"The arrangement was to deliver the cure. Locating and retrieving it from an undead infested swamp guarded by an unidentified construct creature was beyond those parameters." "But yes, let's go."
"I think we've done more than our original arrangement stipulated, by the way."
"Good. He seemed like he needed some discipline in his life."
"And we thank you for your hospitality. You've done more for us than we ever hoped. If you ever need help, feel free to call on me."
"We'd be happy to stay the night here, thank you lady Qirra."
"I would feel more comfortable leaving it in your protection, Lady Qirra. You would know more than we what it takes to preserve it, and I fear such a rare ingredient might be coveted by thieves were we to bring it with us."
"This can't be the MOST unexpected, can it? We could be coming back with news that the swamp is full of unicorns and good fairies who have just been giving bad press to keep people out."
Frederick hands over his falcata.
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