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So.....?

Put it on, I guess. I won't get bonus spells, but the save bonus will be nice. I'm ready to move to the sawmill.

As they leave the temple, Rixa looks at her companions, "So... I guess we meet back at the hotel shortly before sundown? I've been meaning to make it to a big city for a few months now, may as well get some shopping done while I'm here."

Assuming they agree, she heads off to find a magical item repository, and gets a headband to improve her force of will, before returning to her allies.

The only thing for me is picking up a Headband of Charisma +2, if available.

Pokey

Rixa nods in gratitude, "Thank you, mother." she turns to her companions, "Well? Shall we go to prepare our own cleansing of evil?"

"A lot of ghouls, too." Rixa adds, her companions having already addressed most of the house's peculiarities, "And absolutely permeated with evil. The entire place just radiated it."

"Then we shall return there tonight. With luck, we can root out the source of this evil once and for all." Rixa agrees, "Thank you mother."

So what are we doing?

Bump?

"Thank you, mother. Your advice is helpful."

Rixa turns to her allies, "Do we want to return to the sawmill tonight? It's possible that we simply missed something visiting in the day."

"Hello, mother." Rixa greets the priest, deferring to a title she had used a few times before, "Nothing good, I'm afraid. We're trying to find... a murderer? A necromancer? Honestly, we're not sure. We've followed a trail after destroying a nest of ghouls, and we're not sure how to proceed. We're here because the Rose gave me a dream, and, well..." Rixa describes the dream she had, "Do you know what it might mean?"

"Agreed. I'm pretty sure there's a temple somewhere, and a cleric may have more insight than I would- Shelyn may empower me, but I don't always understand her wishes." Rixa admits, trying to recall where the temple may be.

So, it seems like none of us have a clue what we actually want to write?

"I never had any real training in that. Or at all, really." Rixa mused, "But I can try to help."

Aid Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Rixa sighed, "I think the right course of action is to go through the clerks. Shelyn wouldn't have pointed me in this direction if she didn't want us to pursue it."

"Apologies, I believe I miscommunicated something. It's not a case that we seek aid with, but rather that we think Justice Ironbriar specifically might know something that could help us." Rixa explains.

"How can we go about scheduling an appointment?" Rixa asks, "And how long might it take? Lives are at stake." she mentions.

"I'm impressed and pleased. Once Zelani returns, we should pay him a visit." Rixa says, nodding.

Rixa nodded, "I'll... wait here, I guess. I'll pray and see if I get any more insights on our course of action."

Rixa nodded, "I'll follow your lead. I admit that this sort of investigation is not where my strengths lie."

Ah, the joys of 2 skill ranks per level....

Rixa nodded as Zelani relates her dream to the workers, waiting to hear what they say.

Rixa shrugged as Shalluk looked at her, "It took a literal dragon to get me to study as a girl. There's a reason I'm not a wizard."

Rixa shook her head, "I don't think any of the symbols were religious, but I do think the star might was the Sihedron." she told the others.

Rixa comes down to breakfast shortly thereafter, dressed in a blue robe that makes her look more like a wizard than a paladin, with a confused look on her face.

"So I had the strangest dream last night. There was an iron thorn above a saw, which was then bitten by a snake, and a star appeared on the thorn, and it was really, really strange. Do you have any idea what it might mean?"

Sounds good to me. I'm not sure what to do.

Rixa nodded, "Very well. Shall we split up, or stay together?" she asked as they headed out.

Rixa stands mostly still, shifting from side to side slightly to take a bit of weight off her legs.

Rixa stands outside, looking towards the city, waiting to hear what her allies find.

"Personally, I would love to rush in and hold them at swordpoint, but that's not Shelyn's way." Rixa said, "I'll wait here for you to investigate the basement, then we can try to find a patrol."

"Dopplegangers?"[/b Rixa asks when Shalluk meets her, [b]"I wonder if that's what the couple we met were. But..."

she contemplates the will of Shelyn....

Rixa ventures ever-closer to the mill, but keeping a keen watch on the surroundings as well.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Rixa starts returning, trying to minimize the time needed for her to respond to her friend's call.

Rixa starts to move on from the mill, but still mindful of any shouts from the mill that might draw her back.

Rixa passes by the lumber mill with a glance, but keeps walking past all the same.

Rixa continues her walk, coming closer to the lumber mill again, casting her gaze towards it, but mostly focusing on the area.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Rixa, in a shocking turn of events, keeps walking around, but does double back and starts walking towards the mill instead of away from it.

Rixa keeps walking, though keeps casting her gaze back in case they call for aid.

Rixa continues her walk, but stands ready to turn around and run at a moment's notice.

Rixa continues her patrol as Shalluk manages to make his way in, not looking at them entering the building.

"You aren't doing anything illegal, are you? I can't condone breaking and entering without overwhelming evidence there's wrongdoing happening." Rixa says, with a raised eyebrow.

Rixa walked down the shore a little farther, ensuring that she stayed within just a few seconds of running distance away, though.

Rixa paused assuredly, and whispered a quick prayer of guidance, "Hmmm... I'm pretty sure we aren't supposed to go in without solid proof there's nothing illegal happening. You know what, I'll go scout out the area to look for proof. I'll go that way, and you two can go wherever. If you find anything, yell, I suppose." she said, and walked a little way around the other side of the mill, making sure she stayed in earshot and sprinting distance.

I figure this is about as most Shelyn-ish as I can get- a deflection of lawbreaking without sufficient proof. For an NG goddess, I think this should suffice. Of course, if there's some sort of necromantic activity or someone in the act of summoning a demon, well, it's a good thing she was in the area, isn't it?

Satisfied that the mill won't immediately assault them, Rixa moves up to the door, hand on the hilt of her sword, and opens it cautiously.

Rixa didn't respond immediately, and instead cast her eyes over the structure, quickly looking it over for auras.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Though strongly suspicious of the couple- Rixa didn't trust them in the slightest, and knew for certain that they had to be lying, she still hesitantly doesn't push the issue, instead turning to her allies as they decided what to do, "I think we've found what we need here. Shall we pursue our lead to the sawmill, then?"

"So, tell me who exactly you are. No lying." Rixa looked the couple in the eyes as she talked, hand not too close to her sword, but still ready to draw.

Homeless people disguised as the Foxgloves, though?

"So then who are you two, really? We know you aren't the Foxgloves." Rixa asked the couple, "That much is obvious."

Wait- aren't they supposedly the Foxgloves? I feel like they would still be the ones who would know about the payments. If they're someone else, then I'm confused.

"So..." Rixa commented as she looked over the papers, "How exactly have you been making weekly payments to 'B-7' for the last three months if you had no idea what was in this compartment?" she said as she raised a quizzical eyebrow at the nervous couple.

"Does our key fit?" Rixa asks, "We may as well try it." she muses, eyes never straying far from the 'Foxgloves.'