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Slyph sighs, feeling weak but much better than before. "Ever get the feeling that most of the places we travel to around the world all look the same? Before we start opening doors what way do we want to go in through? Seems there was another set of doors from the street. I recommend we take the smallest and most inconspicuous entrance."
"I'll want to get a good look at the formula book after we're finished here. Mind if I carry it?" Interesting but I haven't got a clue. After the fight Slyph habitually checks his wayfinder to ensure the clear stone rests securely within it. Satisfied it hadn't been jostled too much he closes the lid and seems to come back to the present. So they know about Sal, did they discover the location of the lodge?
"Do we know roughly how quickly the Technique League may discover this location? It may be beneficial for us to begin securing the grounds as quickly as possible. The more diplomatic of us may be able to find out what happened to Rand. Or at least where we can being to look for him." "Aya, dose the society have any other resources we can call upon to protect you from the League?"
"Aroden it would be poor form to simply abandon those who have given us aid in recovering this text. It should be out greatest priority, perhaps if someone has access to a pathfinder pouch? In any case I believe we should either investigate these strange sightings or begin a search for Arvellos Rand.
The Technic League -
The tall elf smells of sulfur and singed hair, his eyes are most striking, one a violently glowing green the other a dark red. His face has several old burns in various stages of healing while his armor is scored by a variety of damage. Some links seem half melted together by intense heat others show the early signs of rust and decay while a few patches are bright and slightly etched from acids. In addition to the armor the elf is practically covered with vials of a dizzying assortment of liquids, most unlabeled. "I am Brother Slyph, it is my great honor to be working with such prestigious Pathfinders. Numerian technology is a hobby of mine so getting a chance to examine A Thread of Silver would be worth this trip alone." Slyph eagerly will get into religious debates with Aroden, hinting that he was around when the god disappeared. Infact he will actively encourage the delusional man and comment on their similarities.
Slyph moves farther into the room to get a view beyond the fountain. again repeating the words “O, cleansing fires of the Prince of Darkness, wash me in your burning might. Purify me as I enter your house of cloven hooves.” He feels the hairs raise on the back of his neck as he says those dark words for a second time and questions if if was wise to say them after all. He clutches the holy firework more closely.
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