Feiya examines the farm. "So, where is she hiding the museum?" She asks out loud.
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Feiya reads her scroll to heal Hakon.
Feiya moves towards Hakon and pulls a scroll of cure light wounds from her pack.
"Aayef," Feiya calmly speaks to the boy. "Slowly step away from the scorpion." Meanwhile, the witch draws her crossbow, steps to one side to have a clearer shot at the creature, and fires a bolt harmlessly into the desert sands.
Feiya sees her companions' weapons bounce harmlessly off the scorpion's carapace and shakes her head. She draws a deep breath, braces her stance, then screams. The sound is weird, unsettling, and definitely imbued with mystic power; power focused on the scorpion.
Feiya moves around the scorpion, trying to reach the child without getting close enough to get stung herself. The witch's eyes glow with wild fury while she stares intently at the arachnid. She's trying to remember what she knows about this kind of creature and channeling strange powers to weaken its attacks.
Feiya follows the others heading towards the voice.
Feiya quietly assesses the situation before approaching the ruins.
"Quinn, I think you just... Nevermind, I think Hakon's noticed something. Let's carefully see what it is."
"It's not that I like the desert, just that I spent so much time in snow I won't complain about a little heat," Feiya tells Alain with a shake of her head. Nonetheless she helps Lem search for the missing noble's tracks. "If we can't see any tracks, Daji might be able to pick up his scent. But he'll need something of Aayef's to know what the boy smells like."
"Any idea where Aayef went with the sword or why he took it?"
"Being in a sunny clime is good for the spirit," Feiya replies to Alain's complaint. "And the heat will help us enjoy Lady Ghazali's hospitality." She follows the guard into the study.
"Why start with the blade? The homestead is often where heroic deeds begin. The basilica and grove hint at primal origins, and..." The witch stops and shrugs before finishing. "But there's no reason not to start at the end or even the middle. May as well read the blade as any other."
"This feels like a huge hassle for something that won't feed you, or warm your family in winter," the white haired woman sighs. She then looks at the fox that is sitting by her feet and speaks to it. 「はい、はい。仕事は仕事です。」Let's see those letters. Tien: "Yeah, yeah. A job's a job."
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"Since we're thinking of playing dress-up, I'll take this opportunity to change into something less likely to draw Janira's attention. Or, maybe I should try to draw her attention..." Shohiraj ponders the possibilities and starts making a mental list of things to buy. Purchases and a Roll: Initial Gold 54gp. Purchase Courtier's Outfit 30gp.
Knowledge (Local) to see if Shohiraj knows about Zarta Dralneen
"I don't think you'll have a chance to catch Janira alone in a dark alley in the middle of the Grand Lodge. But my contacts say the Master of Scrolls trusts her with the keys to the Lodge's vaults. What would happen if I swipe the keys from her and then someone dressed like her lets a bunch of strangers into the Pathfinder's secret stash? Janira's still alive, but she has to live with her friends' scorn."
Shohiraj listens to the halfling's wish list with a slight grin. When Joy's done talking, Shohiraj takes a slip of paper from a pocket. "The gabby, hyperactive halfling you have 'business' with wouldn't happen to look like this?" She asks as she slides the paper, a sketch of a halfling woman, across the table to Joy. "She's the one I want to rob, as you put it. With your help, Joy Lirin, we can arrange things so the puffies never trust Janira Gavix with anything more sensitive than a bog roll."
"I prefer picking locks over busting doors. It's much less likely to draw unwanted attention. Does telling me who we can swipe the keys to the Pathfinders' vaults from count as giving me a 'side mission'?" To see if the self-declared leader has a hidden agenda. Apparently, he doesn't.
A brown-haired woman in leather armor casually takes a seat at the table and quietly studies the others. She sighs when Rataji finishes his introduction. "You can call me Shohiraj. I'm not here for vengeance or to prove a point. I'm here because the Consortium wants something the Pathfinders have. I'm sure it's something the Society has locked up tight and the Consortium's paying me good coin to make the locks go away."
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