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"Yikes!!" Meraina cries out as the huge form seems to come out of nowhere. She tries to aim a dart of acid between her new friends, then steps back to give her cousin a clearer shot.
"Well, I can just walk behind you and hold it. Times aren't that tough yet!"
"You can see in the dark? Wow! Well, do you need your hands free to use your weapons or anything? If so, I can hold it."
Meraina is happy to conjure a light for the path, touching a small pebble and making it glow gently. "Here, I can hold this? Or one of you. I say we be careful, who knows what might be hiding in here."
"These two have caused a LOT of trouble. Let's tie them up too-- gently-- just to be sure they don't get any other bright ideas while we're in that cave." Meraina pauses. "....though we should be sure they can eventually get free if something bad happens to us."
"Yeah, well, your friend's prank could have gotten us killed," Meraina snaps. "As could you! Now, what's going on with that cave?"
Meraina quickly digs out the bottle her mother gave her to make the trip with and passes it over. "Drink up then, that looks bloody," she says worriedly of her cousin's injuries.
Meraina hurries forward as soon as the surrender is given, looking worriedly at her companions. "I've got a healing potion, anyone need it? --NOT you, Richelle. Or Tolwin there. You want to tell us what the hell was going on here? Who's this guy?" Meraina demands, hands planted on her hips as she stares Richelle down.
"Knock it off!" shouts Meraina at Richelle at her archery. "You've got your bow, but I can't miss." To punctuate her words, a dart of pure energy flies from her hand unerringly to the other young woman.
"I WANT to talk to you, Richelle, I really do, but if you don't put that bow down right now..." After speaking, Meraina darts to the cover of the next rocky outcropping.
Meraina takes a careful step forward, one hand diving into her belt pouch while the other sketches a strange shape in mid air. A green blot sails from her hand towards the newcomer.
The acid sizzles harmlessly against the ground, but Meraina pulls out a scroll from her pouch, looking grim.
"Hey!! That's my COUSIN!"
"Woah, woah, woah!" Meraina says, raising her hands. "Listen, we get it, you kids got in over your heads! Things went south! But this doesn't have to end in any more bloodshed -- well other than what Tolwin just lost! Come on, you don't really want to be killers over this, do you.... and have a dragon on your tail as a result?"
"Oh-- brightblooms! The apothecary back home uses those in poultices!" Meraina says eagerly, bending to pick some of the flowers, in case they're useful. Until Brialla and Kiliuk cry out, she's oblivious, but when they do, she freezes, looking up wide-eyed from her flower gathering. "What? Where? I don't see them.."
Meraina scrutinizes the potions with a little mutter under her breath...
"I'm afraid I don't know about either of those," she sighs. The journal, however, is a source of alarm. "Oh NO. Sounds like they bit off more than they could chew! Let's hurry to find them."
Meraina picks a pebble or twig from the grass at her feet, whispers a word to bring it to a state of glow, and lightly chucks the pebble through the gaping doorway. "Yoohoo, anybody home?"
"Hopefully, though I don't know who you're calling an adventurer," Meraina grins. "I'm just an ordinary girl... with a few tricks. Let's check the hut, shall we? I'll let one of you 'armed adventurers' go in first. "Richelle? Tolwin? You have to know this isn't really going to work out," Meraina calls softly as she approaches the hut, though not in the lead.
"What do our errant young people look like, please? Descriptions might be handy!" Meraina asks. Other than that she's ready to go.
Meraina blinks. "Are you sure, Brialla...? --oh, why not, maybe it'll be fun." She goes on tippytoe and waves her arm. "We'll go! My cousin and me! It might just be some big misunderstanding!"
"Oh, she and that Tolwin boy--Yarla's apprentice--conspired to rig the election of this year's Bloomgivers in their favor. The mayor was livid and banned them from the festival. Even had little flyers printed up to remind people to turn them away." "Goodness!" Meraina says with a little laugh and headshake. "What's the bloomgivers about? We're new, you see. I suppose there's no real rush, is there Brialla? We can wait til tomorrow to find Rochelle."
"Why, I do remember making a ring for Rhylene!" Carth says. "I'm sure I still have the design somewhere, too; I never throw away such records, you see. But my apprentice, Richelle, keeps hold of all of that information. Alas, she's not allowed at the jubilee this year, as I mentioned. It's a long story, but she'll be around tomorrow. If you come back then, I'll let you see the designs for the ring, OK?" "That would be wonderful, thank you. Now what did she do to not be allowed at the jubilee?" Meraina laughs. "That seems like a shame, this is such a lovely time."
The crowd erupts in laughter as Meraina helps Carth put on a memorable show. When the story is over, Carth wipes tears of mirth from his eyes as he stands. "Thanks for the help! They'll be talking about that one for a while. Anyway, remind me: what was it you wanted to talk about?" Meraina beams at the praise. "--oh, right, our business! Well, sir, we're told you're a jeweler, and we're looking for one. See, a while back, my aunt had a special ring made for our grandmother... do you remember the name Sivelle? Or Rhylene?" Meraina asks hopefully.
Meraina will pick up the Judy doll as well and add on, "That's what you get for calling your wife a witch!"
"Oh!! I can help with THAT," Meraina grins. "Watch this." She snaps her fingers in the quick patterns of magic as she knows it, causing the club of 'Punch' to rise into the air, dragging the puppet with it. A twitch of her fingers and Punch's club thwaps him on his own cloth skull. Meraina grins and imitates Punchinello's shrill voice. "OH LAWKS LAWKS AND FALLIN' SKIES, WHAT WITCHERY IS THIS!"
"Oh, wow-- Brialla, we lucked out on right where we need to be!" Meraina exclaims to her cousin as she puts together what the others in the audience are saying about Carth. "HE'S the jeweler! Come on!" Barely waiting to see if Brialla is following, Meraina bounces out of her seat and over to the elegant man who is taking his break. (It doesn't occur to her that he might want to keep taking his break.) "Excuse me! Excuse me, hello, we've been enjoying your wonderful puppets, but we actually have a question about jewelry! Should we make an appointment for later?"
Meraina drinks in the show with enthusiasm even if she has a little trouble following the plot. At the intermission, she claps heartily, but subsides as it seems her applause isn't matched by the others. "This is an interesting little show, isn't it!" she asks the person on her other side, knowing her cousin isn't the chattiest soul. "Everything's so colorful! Have you been to the market stalls yet? Do you know if anyone there is selling jewelry?"
"Wow! Brialla, look!" Meraina said, tugging at her cousin's tunic. "I didn't know we'd be coming here the same time as a festival! Oh, gosh, they even have puppets! Let's go look, can we?? We'll have time to find the jeweler later! Hey, they might even have a stall selling wares!" With an enormous grin on her face that made her seem younger, Meraina set off for the puppet theatre, trying to tug her cousin with her.
"Unsavory business?" Meraina exclaims with a little amusement as well as interest. "Are you hunting a dangerous criminal, maybe? --I'm sorry, here I am asking rude questions and I haven't even properly introduced myself. I'm Meraina, and this is my cousin, Brialla. I didn't catch your name, sir," she chirps at the half-orc.
Meraina has no problems sharing a room with her cousin, of course, but does hesitate slightly before agreeing to spend the night asleep in the same room as two men she barely knows. On the other hand, dwarves are known to be both honorable and, supposedly, completely disinterested in human women, so.... As for the half-orc, he does look rather savage, but she decides that it's always nice to assume the best of people rather than the worst, and in any case, if she's wrong, it's not like she's actually going to be alone. Brialla will be with her, after all! Cheerfully, Meraina settles in at the table, talkative enough to make up for her cousin. "My goodness! Mister-- Torgen, wasn't it?-- Mister Torgen, do you think we're going to be ambushed at supper? This isn't the road with the possibility of bandits, you know," she chides with a grin. "This is a proper town. I think you won't need to use that hammer to eat this stew! But perhaps I'm wrong, it's very fierce looking stew, after all!" Meraina tries to elicit chuckles from her tablemates, with possible limited success. She digs in to her own stew with gusto, however, and the ale as well. |