Jessa has already left the inn and coming up the street towards them. She spots the dark bird easily as it soars from one sign post to another. When she sees Mitnal, she smiles and waves to catch his attention, then crosses the street to join him.
"I'm glad Blackwing found you," she greets the tall man, "I was just on my way to find the Turandarok Academy. A halfling maid back at the inn said it was just past the marketplace along Water Street and then I have to turn down Main Street and look for a two-story stone building. I'm hoping to meet with Gandethus, Kinmorn's former-mentor...just to introduce myself. And it's always good for one arcane crafter to make acquaintances with another in case they need to consult one another on matters of magic or mystery."
She pauses and then considers she's been babbling on. "I'm sorry," she apologizes, "Were you busy this morning? Did Blackwing interrupt you? If you have some other matter to attend, we can likely find our own way, if you'd prefer..."
Shantare wakes, and goes about packing up her things and getting ready. She goes downstairs, hoping to find some breakfast somewhere in the inn.
"Are you serving any food this morning?" She askes of whoever is at the bar. She looks around, wondering where all her companions went, but assuming she would meet up again eventually.
"I'm glad Blackwing found you," she greets the tall man, "I was just on my way to find the Turandarok Academy. A halfling maid back at the inn said it was just past the marketplace along Water Street and then I have to turn down Main Street and look for a two-story stone building. I'm hoping to meet with Gandethus, Kinmorn's former-mentor...just to introduce myself. And it's always good for one arcane crafter to make acquaintances with another in case they need to consult one another on matters of magic or mystery."
"The Turandarok Academy. There aren't many two story buildings near the waterfront. I know the one you mean. You can see it from here. ... I don't know many 'arcane crafters' but many of my people apprentice to more experienced craftspeople and share their secrets with any who do not compete with them."
She pauses and then considers she's been babbling on. "I'm sorry," she apologizes, "Were you busy this morning? Did Blackwing interrupt you? If you have some other matter to attend, we can likely find our own way, if you'd prefer..."
"I am not busy. I will accompany you happily."
Mitnal, Jessa, and Blackwing walk a very short distance to go before they arrive at the two-story grey building. Mitnal glances across the street at the General Store and says "When we are done here, I will see if they would buy some baskets."
As Jessa approaches the academy, Mitnal steps behind her and attempts to be as inconspicuous as a 6' tall Shoanti man with a klar and warhammer can be.
"...I don't know many 'arcane crafters' but many of my people apprentice to more experienced craftspeople and share their secrets with any who do not compete with them."
"Some wizards and arcane casters are the same," Jessa nods, "But some are not. Personalities and personal goals can impede or encourage such relationships in any profession really." She keeps pace with the barbarian, allowing Blackwing to soar ahead of them.
"I'm not expecting to apprentice myself to anyone here in Sandpoint," she tells him, "But I think it's only polite to let a local wizard know I've arrived in town. And, if he's friendly, to make an offer of mutual assistance in spellcraft, information-sharing, or business opportunities. Magical research and collecting ancient books or artifacts can get expensive and tedious. So it can help a lot to combine resources or efforts sometimes."
"My own hope is to find something interesting or important around Sandpoint that pertains to ancient Thassilon," she explains, "Coming from Magnimar, we have all kinds of monuments and architectural anomalies there. But I expect there's even more to be discovered across the countryside and up the Lost Coast. I intend to explore them and document them. And, if I do a good job and find something really interesting, maybe I'll get published someday...my own exploits recorded for all time in the Pathfinder Chronicles."
"That's every Pathfinder's hope, really," Jessa continues, "But to be honest, I simply love traveling. So did my parents. And I used to travel with them everywhere...from one grand city to the next! And from one natural wonder to another! They're retired now. But I'm just coming into my own. And I've got that same desire to see the world...to do something noteworthy...not necessarily for others to see, but rather, for my own sense of accomplishment, satisfaction, and enjoyment."
Mitnal, Jessa, and Blackwing walk a very short distance to go before they arrive at the two-story grey building. Mitnal glances across the street at the General Store and says "When we are done here, I will see if they would buy some baskets."
Jessa nearly walks past the two-story building until Blackwing squawks from his perch atop one of the stones outside the Turandarok Academy and she realizes Mitnal has stopped as well.
"Oh...," she laughs, "I'm afraid I do that a lot. Lose all track of where I'm going or what I'm doing sometimes. I've got my head in the clouds again, my father would say."
She looks across the street at the general store that drew Mitnal's interest. "Okay...sure," she agrees, "I've got one more stop to make after visiting Gandethus. But it's almost on the other side of town...towards the sea. Brodert Quink lives up that way, or so they told me back at the Rusty Dragon. When we're done here, it wouldn't hurt to do a little shopping...even if it's just 'window-shopping'..."
With that, Jessa strides to the door of the Turandarok Academy and knocks firmly, hoping that Kinmorn's former-mentor is still there...
"Some wizards and arcane casters are ... <snip> ... but rather, for my own sense of accomplishment, satisfaction, and enjoyment."
'She talks a lot,' thinks Mitnal.
'She talks a lot,' thinks Mitnal.
Apologies again, folks. Will post tonight. Lots of stuff happening, but it's all good. No bad stuff.
Kinmorn, his chores done, ventures down to the market to look for a new quiver and a hat, such as those worn by some of the local woodsmen.
With sweet buns and coffee in hand, Gengar approaches Madame Mvashti's house and knocks.
"Heellloooo." The dwarf says. "I brought some breakfast out of respect for calling so early..."
A dry rattling cough comes from behind the door as a hunched figured, barely taller than you opens the door.
"I'm awake, dwarf. But I'll take your offer of bitter drink anyway. You can have sticky cake. What, pray tell, brings you round to pester old women in their homes?"
It takes a few hours, Ruano, but you arrive in Sandpoint just before nightfall the night before.
You enter Sandpoint from the southern end, across a bridge over the Turandarok, and the town rises before you. A jumble of building lies at the foot of a cliff dividing the town, and a handful of buildings, including the new cathedral, sits atop. Above that juts a weathered pinnacle of stone known locally as the Old Light.
You know the mayor is a woman named Kendra Deverin, and the Sheriff is a man named Belor Hemlock. You also know there's an old Varisian woman in town who is a druid and a sorceress, though she has a reputation as a scary old hag among the druids you trained with.
With that, Jessa strides to the door of the Turandarok Academy and knocks firmly, hoping that Kinmorn's former-mentor is still there...
As you stand waiting at the door, you can hear the gleeful shouts of children at play from somewhere upstairs. Just as you begin to wonder if anyone heard your knock, the door opens and you are greeted by a stocky man with shock of dull gray hair and a white beard, dressed in light brown robes.
"Greetings, friends. Well met. What can I do for you?"
A dry rattling cough comes from behind the door as a hunched figured, barely taller than you opens the door.
"I'm awake, dwarf. But I'll take your offer of bitter drink anyway. You can have sticky cake. What, pray tell, brings you round to pester old women in their homes?"
"Ummm." Gengar begins. "I've been around enough to know druids are the people to know when having to be out of doors for any length of time. What with not know which mushrooms you can eat and which trees are safe to chop down. Don't want to go upsetting the fairies and whatnaught. Anyway, I got it in my head that I might be wanting to settle down in this town. So, here I am to pay my respects to you and your kind." Gengar smiles at his attempt at adulation.
"Oh and I was wondering if you could make me some goodberries."
It takes a few hours, Ruano, but you arrive in Sandpoint just before nightfall the night before.
You enter Sandpoint from the southern end, across a bridge over the Turandarok, and the town rises before you. A jumble of building lies at the foot of a cliff dividing the town, and a handful of buildings, including the new cathedral, sits atop. Above that juts a weathered pinnacle of stone known locally as the Old Light.
You know the mayor is a woman named Kendra Deverin, and the Sheriff is a man named Belor Hemlock. You also know there's an old Varisian woman in town who is a druid and a sorceress, though she has a reputation as a scary old hag among the druids you trained with.
"Oh and I was wondering if you could make me some goodberries."
"Goodberries! Goodberries? You no want cards? Usually people want cards."
She opens her door wider and gestures for you to enter.
"Come, dwarf. I make you goodberries. But first..." She takes the coffee from your hand. "Thank you."
She leads you from her entry hall into a sitting room off to the left, dimly lit and draped with Varisian scarves in many colors. A small table with a crystal ball on it stands in the center of the room. She gestures to a chair.
"Sit, sit. But don't put sticky cake on anything. I hate sticky."
She wanders deeper into the room and seems to disappear through draping silk. Her voice drifts back to you from some other part of the house.
"You are in luck, dwarf. I normally don't keep berries in house, but something tell me you coming, so early this morning, I go down to market and find grocer with pint of berries, and buy them from him."
She wanders back into the room carrying a small bowl of berries.
"Then again, maybe you not so lucky. Autumn berries are bitter. Berries are for spring, when the world is bright and sweet and bursting with life. Only berries hard and bitter enough to fight for long life ripen in autumn. Life does that to you. You know any happy old people? No, you don't. You know why? There aren't any."
She begins muttering a prayer over the berries.
"I normally don't make berry prayer for the day either. But something tell me you coming, and you want berries, so I make berry prayer for the day. Make twice, even. Something tell me you need it. There will be goblins, soon. And worse, after. But first, goblins. And you need all the help you can get.
She grabs a handful of bones off the table and tosses them back down again, waving her fingers over the spilled pieces, as if reading by touch.
"Yeah, you the one. Bones say you bring me bitter drink. And sticky sweet stuff. To bad you not speak the bones yourself, or you know I not like sticky sweet things."
She begins muttering another prayer over the bowl of berries.
"There you are," she says, lifting the bowl up to give the berries a close look. "I got them all, too. You know why? I am Madam Mvashti, that's why. Fifteen berries. All for you."
A pair of watchmen have taken up a night post at the bridge, and point out the Sandpoint Garrison atop the hill, and say you'll likely find the Sheriff there.
"Master halfling. My man here says you have some kind of crime in the farmlands to report. Something about cattle rustling?"
Ruano idly scratches Spot's ear while he speaks to Hemlock. It helps keep her calm, and something about the gesture seems to make others more accepting of such a large dog indoors.
"Indeed, sir. I was coming into town for the festival, and I was passing a farm, about day's march from town. The farmer was raving about something attacking his cattle. He showed me three dead cows. I did have to drive off a wolverine from the bodies, but that was not what killed them."
Ruano takes a deep breath.
"I do not know what attacked there, but whatever it was, they had weapons. Bladed weapons. Those wounds were not the work of teeth. And they managed to kill three fully grown cows in a matter of moments. I found footprints left by something wearing shoes, but I am not a tracker, sheriff. I know not where they went. I also found tracks of something with claws, but it appeared to walk on only two feet. This is clearly not a natural event, and so falls under your expertise, not mine."
"Greetings, friends. Well met. What can I do for you?"
"Oh...hello," Jessa starts, "Is Master Gandethus here by any chance?"
When the old man affirms his identity, Jessa smiles as warmly as possible, hoping to charm him with her sheer friendliness and enthusiasm. "I'm Jessa...um, Jeslara Eventide...of Magnimar," she explains.
Jessa notes the man's eyes drifting past her smile and upwards to take in the large frame of the barbarian standing behind her, "And this is Mitnal of the Shriikirri-Quah," she offers. Blackwing punctuates her words with his own squawk to vouch for the man.
"Kinmorn Erastilson suggested I speak with you," Jessa continues, "He said you were one of the few wizards living here in Sandpoint, and someone he respected in matters of history, legends, and ancient lore. I've studied similar subjects, including spellcraft, and had hoped to make your acquaintance."
"I'm particularly interested in studying the ancient monuments and artifacts of Thassilon. And I'm hoping to document them for a future book. Perhaps we could share information from time to time? Or assist one another? If there's something I can do for your school or any small project of your own, I'd be very pleased to help. And if you know of any individuals who could aid my research, I'd forever be in your debt..."
"Greetings, friends. Well met. What can I do for you?"
Mitnal nods politely.
Shantare wakes, and goes about packing up her things and getting ready. She goes downstairs, hoping to find some breakfast somewhere in the inn.
"Are you serving any food this morning?" She askes of whoever is at the bar. She looks around, wondering where all her companions went, but assuming she would meet up again eventually.
"Good morning, M'lady. Indeed, we have porridge with honey, fresh bacon, and we can even make you a poached quail egg, if you like. Your friend was up and out early this morning. I heard her mention she was on her way to find Mitnal, the basket weaver."
"I do not know what attacked there, but whatever it was, they had weapons. Bladed weapons. Those wounds were not the work of teeth. And they managed to kill three fully grown cows in a matter of moments. I found footprints left by something wearing shoes, but I am not a tracker, sheriff. I know not where they went. I also found tracks of something with claws, but it appeared to walk on only two feet. This is clearly not a natural event, and so falls under your expertise, not mine."
"That does sound grim. Unfortunately, I and my men have our hands full with festival business. Sandpoint's population is swelling at the moment, and more elbows rubbing together means more opportunity for friction. I can't rightly spare anyone to investigate at the moment, but perhaps after the festival I can look in on this. Which farm did you say this occurred at?"
"Oh...hello," Jessa starts, "Is Master Gandethus here by any chance?"
"I am he."
When the old man affirms his identity, Jessa smiles as warmly as possible, hoping to charm him with her sheer friendliness and enthusiasm. "I'm Jessa...um, Jeslara Eventide...of Magnimar," she explains.
Jessa notes the man's eyes drifting past her smile and upwards to take in the large frame of the barbarian standing behind her, "And this is Mitnal of the Shriikirri-Quah," she offers. Blackwing punctuates her words with his own squawk to vouch for the man.
"Kinmorn Erastilson suggested I speak with you," Jessa continues, "He said you were one of the few wizards living here in Sandpoint, and someone he respected in matters of history, legends, and ancient lore. I've studied similar subjects, including spellcraft, and had hoped to make your acquaintance."
"I'm particularly interested in studying the ancient monuments and artifacts of Thassilon. And I'm hoping to document them for a future book. Perhaps we could share information from time to time? Or assist one another? If there's something I can do for your school or any small project of your own, I'd be very pleased to help. And if you know of any individuals who could aid my research, I'd forever be in your debt..."
"Ah, young Wesh. One of my best pupils, even if he never did show much aptitude at wizardry. Please, both of you, come in and make yourselves at home. He leads you both to a large service kitchen. "Perhaps not the most common quarters for entertaining, but it will mostly keep you from being pestered by the children. They know not to come in here, and most of them abide by that."
"Monuments of Thassilon, you say? Well, I do indeed possess a small repository of knowledge and artifacts that I have amassed over the years. You're welcome to peruse it, if you like. And I'm more than happy share information, and both give and receive assistance. It's quite a lovely offer you make, and one I promise not to take undue advantage of. But I think my friend Brodert Quink might be able to help you find Thassilonian monuments to explore, if that's what you seek. Exploration and adventure are pursuits of the young, after all, and you look so very young.
"Oh! Where are my manners? I meant that only in the most complimentary of ways, of course. Please forgive me.
"Anyway, you won't have to go far to start looking. You can start right here in town, though I'm sure what little there is to know about it has already been documented to whatever extent is meaningful." He gestures to the northwest. "That spire of rock looming over the town. That's Thassilonian. The Old Light, folks call it. It does look a little like a lighthouse, especially in the setting sun. Not that I know what it was really for. Neither does Quink, I think, though he's spent a good number of years studying it. Lives at it base. Goes to poke at it, and stare at it, and generally force it to give up its secrets most days. Compelling it with the undeniable force of his personality, I suppose.
"You can usually find him right next door, at the Curious Goblin. He'll be there later this evening, for sure. We have weekly game of kings and castles tonight, and I've beaten him the last six weeks running. He's steamed and itching for revenge."
"Oh...hello," Jessa starts, "Is Master Gandethus here by any chance?"
"I am he."
"Ah, young Wesh. ... <snip> ... He's steamed and itching for revengeWhen the old man affirms his ... <snip> ... I'd forever be in your debt..."
'Hmmm,' thinks Mitnal 'He talks a lot too. It must be some kind of requirement for wizards'. As Mitnal's attention begins to wander he muses 'Well, at least I know how the sleep spell works now'.
"Good morning, M'lady. Indeed, we have porridge with honey, fresh bacon, and we can even make you a poached quail egg, if you like. Your friend was up and out early this morning. I heard her mention she was on her way to find Mitnal, the basket weaver."Shantare wakes, and goes about packing up her things and getting ready. She goes downstairs, hoping to find some breakfast somewhere in the inn.
"Are you serving any food this morning?" She askes of whoever is at the bar. She looks around, wondering where all her companions went, but assuming she would meet up again eventually.
"Porridge and honey would be nice." She says to Kynni with a dismissive wave of her hand, her mind on the coming festival. She looks over her shoulder at the door, wondering if Jessa would still be with Mitnal. She sighed while looking around, wondering what she would do until the festival.
"...bla bla bla..."
Gengar sits quietly while the druidess goes on and on about whatever. He is trying desperately to be polite so he sips his coffee to help hide his wandering attention.
"...goblins, soon."
What! Gengar sits up and pays more attention.
"And worse, after. But first, goblins. And you need all the help you can get.
She grabs a handful of bones off the table and tosses them back down again, waving her fingers over the spilled pieces, as if reading by touch.
"Yeah, you the one. Bones say you bring me bitter drink. And sticky sweet stuff. To bad you not speak the bones yourself, or you know I not like sticky sweet things."
She begins muttering another prayer over the bowl of berries.
"There you are," she says, lifting the bowl up to give the berries a close look. "I got them all, too. You know why? I am Madam Mvashti, that's why. Fifteen berries. All for you."
"Oh my..." Gengar begins softly.
"Now let me get this straight. You're saying your magical bones are telling me that there are goblins coming?!?" Gengar's heart starts racing, first out of fear and then excitement.
"Get help?" Gengar immediately thinks of the giant Shoanti, Mitnal.
"Thank you for the goodberries. I wont insult you by offering money for them, but please let me give you something for your trouble?"
"Now let me get this straight. You're saying your magical bones are telling me that there are goblins coming?!?" Gengar's heart starts racing, first out of fear and then excitement.
"Get help?" Gengar immediately thinks of the giant Shoanti, Mitnal.
"Bones not telling you anything. Bones tell me. I tell you. And I didn't say 'goblins are coming,' I say 'there will be goblins soon'. Who knows? Maybe you somewhere else when goblins happen. Maybe goblins already here and hiding. But you're right. Goblins most important thing I mention here this morning. You worry about goblins. Don't worry about anything else."
"Thank you for the goodberries. I wont insult you by offering money for them, but please let me give you something for your trouble?"
"You bring bitter drink for starters, but berries don't just grow on trees you know. I paid good copper for the berries this morning. Plus, I have to get up at hind cleft of morning to go down to market, and then I have to suffer through your company on top of that, and you don't even pay me to read cards. I take two gold insult from you.
"You sure you no want cards? Usually people want cards. Maybe I even tell you truth about what cards say."
"Porridge and honey would be nice." She says to Kynni with a dismissive wave of her hand, her mind on the coming festival. She looks over her shoulder at the door, wondering if Jessa would still be with Mitnal. She sighed while looking around, wondering what she would do until the festival.
The common room is much quieter this morning than it was last night, or even yesterday afternoon. There's a small number of patrons eating porridge near the hearth, but otherwise the place is empty.
"Did you come straight here upon arrival? I imagine you'll need someplace to spend the night. I can give you a recommendation. If you're short of gold, I could even put you up here, provided you don't mind sparse quarters or a little noise while you sleep."
"You bring bitter drink for starters, but berries don't just grow on trees you know. I paid good copper for the berries this morning. Plus, I have to get up at hind cleft of morning to go down to market, and then I have to suffer through your company on top of that, and you don't even pay me to read cards. I take two gold insult from you.
"You sure you no want cards? Usually people want cards. Maybe I even tell you truth about what cards say."
Gengar laughs and looks at Mvashti with a hint of suspicion. "I think I like you." he declares and starts digging in his coin purse for some money. Goblins, he thinks to himself.
"Well your bones have thrown me for a loop. What worse could your cards say? Maybe they'll tell me where them stinking goblins are? Or maybe if there is Mrs. Gengar down the road? Ok, I would like to pay for a reading. How much?"
"Well your bones have thrown me for a loop. What worse could your cards say? Maybe they'll tell me where them stinking goblins are? Or maybe if there is Mrs. Gengar down the road? Ok, I would like to pay for a reading. How much?"
She heaves a heavy sigh.
"And just as you were about to leave. Okay, I read cards for you. Two more gold. This require more keve. I put a pot on to boil, you sit back down again. And don't touch anything with your sticky hands."
"I appreciate the offer, Sherrif, but I was planning on sleeping in the wilderness tonight, and I figure I might as well do it still. Just a bit closer to town than I had planned. I haven't had an opportunity to eat, however, so should take care of that before camping down for the night. Enjoy the festival, Sherrif."
"Ah, young Wesh. One of my best pupils, even if he never did show much aptitude at wizardry. Please, both of you, come in and make yourselves at home..."
'Wesh?' Jessa muses to herself, 'Is that a nickname? I'll have to remember that...'
"Monuments of Thassilon, you say? Well, I do indeed possess a small repository of knowledge and artifacts that I have amassed over the years. You're welcome to peruse it, if you like. And I'm more than happy share information, and both give and receive assistance. It's quite a lovely offer you make, and one I promise not to take undue advantage of. But I think my friend Brodert Quink might be able to help you find Thassilonian monuments to explore, if that's what you seek. Exploration and adventure are pursuits of the young, after all, and you look so very young.
"Oh! Where are my manners? I meant that only in the most complimentary of ways, of course. Please forgive me.
"There's nothing to forgive," Jessa assures him, "And I'm grateful for the compliment...as well as the opportunity to examine any artifacts you've acquired."
"Anyway, you won't have to go far to start looking. You can start right here in town, though I'm sure what little there is to know about it has already been documented to whatever extent is meaningful." He gestures to the northwest. "That spire of rock looming over the town. That's Thassilonian. The Old Light, folks call it. It does look a little like a lighthouse, especially in the setting sun. Not that I know what it was really for. Neither does Quink, I think, though he's spent a good number of years studying it. Lives at it base. Goes to poke at it, and stare at it, and generally force it to give up its secrets most days. Compelling it with the undeniable force of his personality, I suppose....You can usually find him right next door, at the Curious Goblin. He'll be there later this evening, for sure. We have weekly game of kings and castles tonight, and I've beaten him the last six weeks running. He's steamed and itching for revenge."
"The Curious Goblin? How quaint...," Jessa laughs, "Kinmorn mentioned Mr. Quink as well. I'd intended to find him after visiting your academy, though we have plans to do a bit of shopping at the general store before that. If nothing else, perhaps I can find the both of you at this Curious Goblin shop later tonight? Then the three of us could discuss ancient Thassilon together."
"In the meantime," she continues, "I would very much like to visit your repository. Is it here? And are you using any Thassilonian artifacts when teaching the children at the academy? If I do find something interesting in the local monuments during my research, perhaps I could participate in some of your history classes as a guest lecturer? Or, any other subject if you feel the children would prove receptive to another academic in the classroom..."
'Hmmm,' thinks Mitnal 'He talks a lot too. It must be some kind of requirement for wizards'. As Mitnal's attention begins to wander he muses 'Well, at least I know how the sleep spell works now'.
Blackwing seems just as bored by the lengthy conversation, but the bird's eyes quickly take in the service kitchen, scanning about for any crumb that might have gone overlooked. He launches himself into the air with a quick flapping of wings to gently alight on Mitnal's shoulder, hoping the higher vantage point will aid him in his casing of the room.
"Look around?" he whispers to the barbarian, hoping that if Mitnal walks him past a tasty morsel, he'll be able to use the man as cover so Jessa and Gandethus won't notice.
"Look around?" he whispers to the barbarian, hoping that if Mitnal walks him past a tasty morsel, he'll be able to use the man as cover so Jessa and Gandethus won't notice.
Mitnal is uncertain what the Raven is up to but things seem to falling into place so far. Since encountering the Raven, he's met some interesting new friends and ... and what? ... He can't shake the sense that there is a greater force at work here. What is the Raven getting at? Not his place to wonder why.
Leaving his hammer and shield where they lay, Mitnal wanders about the room without touching anything.
Having purchased a new quiver but unable to decide on a new hat, Kinmorn gives some thought to a noon meal. He decides to eat lunch at the Rusty Dragon and then eat his evening dinner at the White Deer, in both places taking the opportunity to look around for new faces and perhaps gladhand a little.
His afternoon will be spent arranging his target range, once he goes and picks up his targets that is. And as he goes about his activities, he keeps an eye out for any in need of healing or looking downtrodden. Everyone should be in good health and good spirits for the upcoming festival.
Leaving his hammer and shield where they lay, Mitnal wanders about the room without touching anything.
But Blackwing has no such qualms. He looks for anything tasty or shiny, prepared to hop from Mitnal's shoulder onto the floor, or a table if necessary, to claim his prize.
Shantare finishes her breakfast, then decides to explore the town some more. She heads out the door, and starts out to the new church, hoping to meat up with someone she knows along the way.
She heaves a heavy sigh.
"And just as you were about to leave. Okay, I read cards for you. Two more gold. This require more keve. I put a pot on to boil, you sit back down again. And don't touch anything with your sticky hands."
After sitting awhile, swinging his legs, Gengar begins to grow bored. Hmmm, I wonder what kind of bone those are? I bet they're human or maybe elf. Yeah, elves are oozing with arcane power. They must be elf.
Gengar looks around the room and lets out a gasps of surprise. Celestial! I bet they're angel bones...
Gengar begins to reach his hand toward the bones.
Leaving his hammer and shield where they lay, Mitnal wanders about the room without touching anything.But Blackwing has no such qualms. He looks for anything tasty or shiny, prepared to hop from Mitnal's shoulder onto the floor, or a table if necessary, to claim his prize.
Mitnal notices The Raven's head bobbing from side-to-side as if he were searching for something. 'Is that why we're here,' he wonders 'because The Raven wants something this wizard possesses?'. Well, The Raven is a trickster. Mitnal remembers that The Raven once stole the sun and hid it behind the moon. Another time, The Raven stole The Turtle's shell and teased her for her nakedness until she vowed never to go swimming without her shell again.
She heaves a heavy sigh.
"And just as you were about to leave. Okay, I read cards for you. Two more gold. This require more keve. I put a pot on to boil, you sit back down again. And don't touch anything with your sticky hands."
After sitting awhile, swinging his legs, Gengar begins to grow bored. Hmmm, I wonder what kind of bone those are? I bet they're human or maybe elf. Yeah, elves are oozing with arcane power. They must be elf.
Gengar looks around the room and lets out a gasps of surprise. Celestial! I bet they're angel bones...
Gengar begins to reach his hand toward the bones.
"I said don't touch anything." She returns to the room carrying a small deck of cards, and places it on the table in front of you.
"What is it you wish to know? Be careful! Vague bumblings are nobody's friend. But just because you are specific does not mean the cards will be. So choose. What one thing is it you wish to know more about?"
"Think on that, then cut the deck three times to the right, using your right hand."
Leaving his hammer and shield where they lay, Mitnal wanders about the room without touching anything.But Blackwing has no such qualms. He looks for anything tasty or shiny, prepared to hop from Mitnal's shoulder onto the floor, or a table if necessary, to claim his prize.
There is quite a bit shiny around. A number of pots and kitchen utensils are lying out. Several sharp knives, some ladles, a silver spoon. In addition, there's a fair pile of fresh vegetables on a butcher's block. Turnips, parsnips, carrots and leeks.
That's when you catch sight of something glittering in the window.
There is quite a bit shiny around. A number of pots and kitchen utensils are lying out. Several sharp knives, some ladles, a silver spoon. In addition, there's a fair pile of fresh vegetables on a butcher's block. Turnips, parsnips, carrots and leeks....That's when you catch sight of something glittering in the window.
Blackwing starts to instruct Mitnal to approach the butcher's block, hoping for a tasty meal. And from there, perhaps a quick snatching of the silver spoon. But then the sunlight, glinting so beautifully from the window, snaps the raven's attention in an entirely new direction.
"Shiny window...sun?" Blackwing murmurs close to Mitnal's ear. As the barbarian's steps take them closer to this newly tempting prize, the bird twists his head to look back at Gandethus and Jessa. They still seem fixated on their conversation, and Blackwing nearly chuckles to himself over his cleverness and the rising thrill of his sneaky undertaking.
"I said don't touch anything." She returns to the room carrying a small deck of cards, and places it on the table in front of you.
Gengar pulls his hand back and tries to look innocent.
"What is it you wish to know? Be careful! Vague bumblings are nobody's friend. But just because you are specific does not mean the cards will be. So choose. What one thing is it you wish to know more about?"
"Think on that, then cut the deck three times to the right, using your right hand."
Gengar scartches his beard while he thinks of all the things he wants to know. Wine, women, riches, excitement...settling down with my own little smoke shop...yeah, that's it. My smoke shop...
The dwarf wipes his hand on his pants and cuts the deck three times making sure the middle pile only has a couple cards in it.
There is quite a bit shiny around. A number of pots and kitchen utensils are lying out. Several sharp knives, some ladles, a silver spoon. In addition, there's a fair pile of fresh vegetables on a butcher's block. Turnips, parsnips, carrots and leeks....That's when you catch sight of something glittering in the window.Blackwing starts to instruct Mitnal to approach the butcher's block, hoping for a tasty meal. And from there, perhaps a quick snatching of the silver spoon. But then the sunlight, glinting so beautifully from the window, snaps the raven's attention in an entirely new direction.
"Shiny window...sun?" Blackwing murmurs close to Mitnal's ear. As the barbarian's steps take them closer to this newly tempting prize, the bird twists his head to look back at Gandethus and Jessa. They still seem fixated on their conversation, and Blackwing nearly chuckles to himself over his cleverness and the rising thrill of his sneaky undertaking.
Mitnal follows the Raven's request and moves them towards the window to look at the sun.