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Mircea leans in to follow along with Kieran as Maester Keaton explains the route and how they correspond to the marks on the map. When proffered, he takes the papers from Keaton and puts them into his belt pouch.

Looking over to the half orc, Mircea says, 'What are left of those packs? I will help to shoulder the load.'

Mircea rises early and heads to the town hall. Upon arriving, he spies Maester Keaton, Revengeance and Kieran already there. He approaches the group. 'Good morning. Good to see all of you again.' Turning to the stranger, he says, 'Hello, good man. I am Mircea Nicolescu.'

Maester Keaton looks around for a minute before realizing himself verbally trapped by the two foreigners. "Very well good servant of the King, I see your logic and will gladly show my good faith in allowing my wagons to be stored at the castle during this time. I'll begin the preperations and help with having the map drawn up so the party can leave in the morning." Keaton said with what could be considered a resigned sigh.

The Mayor quickly nods and begins getting people together for the wagons, soon the air of celebration is completely gone replaced by the rush of preperations.

Mircea nods to Khaleid then looks for the mayor to get writing supplies to draft a letter and papers to get them passage on the king's road to the castle. He makes sure to get a copy of Keaton's recipe. He will also get a complete list of the components, not just the missing components, as well as directions or a map of the route and location(s) of these components. Additionally, he will take down the names of all people present who volunteered to go on this expedition and arrange for a time and place to meet in the morning for departure.

I believe that the following were still present at the end of the conversation:
Beltrin
Canor
Khaleid
Kieran
Mircea

Is there anything that the characters know or should know about the place(s) they are traveling?

"A reasonable solution that should please all parties. I can think of no reason an honest merchant such as yourself would find such terms inequitable."

He turns to Mircea, bowing as he presents his palms.

"You've a shred mind for one so young. I am Khaleid, though I'm afraid I do not know how to address you. You spoke of orchestrating pay and passage - which indicates a measure of authority. Might I inquire what rank you hold within the hierarchy of this kingdom?"

Removing his hat and bowing, Mircea introduces himself. 'I am Mircea Nicolescu, courtier to the King of Orensden. Don't know the king's name Who might I say I have the pleasure of meeting?'

Keaton begins to chuckle and looks back at Mircea "My thugs? this man just came out of the crowd asking for work for money!" Keaton gestures to Keiran. "Now how could I accept the King's hospitality, with the Castle being near a months travel from here, without leaving these good people? If you wish to do your King a service then go with these brave young people and take some of the plant back to the castle yourself! I'll even copy the recipe for you, again the common people can see where the priority of the Noble's fall....with themselves!" Keaton finishes with a dramatic raise of his hand!

The crowd looks more confused and quite unhappy.

Looking incredulous, Mircea gestures back to Keaton, 'Again he speaks of leaving here! Why is he so anxious to sell you his miracle cure and be away from you good folks? For a third time I say that his wagons and eqiupment should be kept safe to ensure his guarantee. He has already confessed that two drafts are all he possesses and that he does not have the components to make anymore. Keep him as your guest here until we return with more ingredients. Send his wagons to be held as security for his claims.

We all know that the king's road cuts the trip in half and I'll write up papers for it's travel. Who is the village hetman? Give me the names of your teamsters who will drive Maester Keaton's collateral and I'll guarantee their passage and pay.

This way good people all sides are kept honest. The good folk of this village get the cure. Maester Keaton gets the requested hospitality in payment for his "priceless" cure and the crown provides security to ensure that futures doses can be manufactured should the cure prove to work. If does not work, then we can be sure he did not peddle his snake oil on any other suffering Orensdians.'

Keaton turns at the sound of Mircea's voice and speaks very loudly "Oh ho! See what I mean? the royal family already seeks to take the cure before the good folks can use it! They have heard wind of my coming here and seek to snatch up the cure before I can disperse it and create more!" the maester shouts as loud as he can.

Turning towards Kieran, Keaton speaks quickly "Mercenary are you? then I'll pay you 50 gold if you can make certain this emissary of the King does not abduct me!"

Several drunk and excited towns people all turn and stare down at Mircea.

Mircea turns to address the crowd, 'All of you heard what I said. I encouraged Maester Keaton to accept the hospitality of you good folk while he applies his miracle cure. I even stressed that the king would only extend his patronage to the maester's wagons.' He motions back to Keaton, 'Why does he attempt to twist my words? Don't all of you want him to stay to prove his cure works? If it really is a cure, do we want him to leave?'

Diplomacy check to bring the crowd back around: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Perception to see Keaton talking to a heavily armoured man: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Suddenly, Mircea jabs his finger at Maester Keaton, 'There, you see?! He is even now instructing his thugs to cover for him while he tries to flee! Good people of Orensden, don't let him run off with our cure!'

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"Aaaah well young man I'll be glad to answer that question!" the maester said with a flourish of his hand. "I have here a special potion brewed from a wild flower that grows upon the western banks of Mount Ironpeak!" he shouted, pulling a small vial out from his robes. "It is a dangerous and dark journey, many were lost but I managed enough to make just two of these potions! Which I will glady sell to any fine inhabitant of this outstanding city!"

With a quick flick of his wrist he now had two vials in his hand shouting "Now I of course could not possibley think of a price on this wonderous cure, but I am sure there is some form of an agreement that can be met for these two potions..." He finished with a large grin.

you are all welcome to any perception, knowledge, sense motive, or other skill checks you want towards any part of this

Damnation, they're already hawking this supposed cure! He'll not be pleased that we didn't get at it before they went blabbing it to every Harsk, Seelah and Ezren at this festival.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Oh, by the forsaken gods! Now he's riling up the locals to chase off after his mystery cure. By this time next week there won't be a blade of grass on any hilltop for leagues around.

"Now obviously I could make more if more of the plant was gathered from the mountain, but it is dangerous and no doubt timely. But if this town had anyone brave enough, and you would be willing to put me up while the expedition took place and while I brewed enough potion for all of your mothers to be....Then how could I decline that?" Keaton added with a final grin.

'An excellent suggestion Maester Keaton!' Mircea calls out. 'I am certain that any number of people here would be happy to house you, feed you and clean you for the next year as you prove the efficacy of your miraculous cure.' Just as Keaton turns to respond, Mircea interjects with, 'Of course, the streets of the city are close and so often narrow. You can't just park your wagon train in front of some goodman's home; you'd be blocking the street to all traffic. Unfortunately, proper space for your wagons would come dearly.'

Mircea doffs his hat and bows deeply, 'I am obliged to extend an offer of protection for the safekeeping of your equipment during this lengthy stay. You may drive your train to the castle where his majesty will graciously ensure the security of your possessions throughout the duration of your stay. An ideal solution, no? You'll have peace of mind and can concentrate on your application of miracles while these good citizens will be secure in the knowledge that you will see them through to the end of this miserable curse.'

Here is Mircea again; a bit more fleshed out.

Drayen here. Here's a first look at my character. I haven't come up with a special request yet. I'll post more background based on your feedback, Leshok.