Fastolph took the time to relish the (free?) meal he was receiving. He always had been a slow eater but now he was making sure to savour the local cuisine. While both his hosts got up to pay, he still had about a quarter of a plate to go through. He was just about to swallow his second to last bite when a fully armoured woman stepped into the tavern and drew all attention to her. Remaining at the table, Fastolph quietly finished the last of his meal while keeping an eye on how the situation was unfolding.
As they finished their meal, Lisalyth was more than ready to get moving. This entire thing was so exciting, and she always got a bit stir-crazy being inside of a building for too long. Such that as soon as Henwyn stood, Lisalyth jumped up from her own chair and followed the woman to the door. She made a mental note to thank Divis for paying, and also a mental note to ask how expensive food typically was - she was a little worried that after giving the guards six gold that she would be unable to afford anything else.
Lisalyth froze as the door opened to reveal the armored woman, the lawbringer's inquisitor. She recognized the symbol of Chauntea from her books, and knew who this woman must be based on the light information her meal companions had given her. This was the kind of person her family had attempted to shield her from for so many years. This was the kind of person who would have done horrible things to the half-elf man if she, Kiera, Henwyn, and Divis had not stopped it. This was the kind of person who did horrible things all too often.
"Good day, madam!" Lisalyth smiled, bowing to the armored woman, and trying her best to ease some of the tension that had filled the room. Heck, everyone needed a little kindness every now and then. Maybe. She hoped. Cross her fingers.
Aerlian rose as Henwyn did, more out of courtesy as he hadn't quite finished, he had just planned to sit back down when the Lawbringer walked in, deciding that being able to move quickly might be useful he stays standing, moving his pack with his foot into a position where it can be grabbed easily. He is now facing towards the Lawbringer with the table between them.
Kiera stood when Henwyn stood. She followed Lisalyth to the door. She was still trying to give her the 3 gold pieces. "Lisalyth, here is my halffffff."she stammers as the tall women in the armor walked in. Kiera froze! She had heard stories about the lawbringer and they scared her to death! She stops talking and puts her gold away.
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Inquisitor Kimble moves from Divis and Henwyn towards the bar looking at the elderly halfling.
"Second time this week there's been a false alarm Eberwhite," Kimble says in a booming voice making the other patrons part from the bar and move towards the door to exit but two more heavily armoured figures now block the entrance. "I think I'll just ask some questions if you don't mind," she adds looking around now at the two human's behind the bar. "Caleb Terrell right," she asks Caleb who nods with a slight gulp. "You sent for me," she exclaims. "What's this about changing coins," she asks as Caleb looks to his fellow bartender before returning his gaze to Kimble.
"He's mistaken is all," the other man speaks up. "Just dirty old Demica form Sul Na Mara inquisitor," he adds. "You know those tropical types. Their coin is good here but it's always filthy," he adds weirdly descriptive.
Kimble arches a scarred eyebrow curious with a sneer.
"Who's coin was it then," Kimble asks looking around the tavern again eyeing Divis and Henwyn who had rejoined the party at the table and taken seats. Divis is staring at Henwyn while Hen just looks in her bag removing some knitting and begins again on a scarf of various colors.
"They've...he left," Caleb replies nervously now. "His debt was paid," he explains.
"By who," Kimble asks moving around towards the front of the tavern. "Such a generous person is to be thanked. Such a charitable soul should be commended by the church," she adds.
"They...they've left," Caleb then called out. "They left right after the man going down the Feirm road," he replies next as Kimble sighs.
Henwyn then sighs too. Divis shifts nervously in his chair as Hen then clears her throat to gain Kimble's attention.
"Why not let these people be? No harm done," Henwyn speaks up. "The man's debt was paid," she adds. "Some of us do have other places to be," she adds with a firm tone as you all hear Divis let out a long, low sigh.
Kiera had barley made it to her chair when Kimble asked who paid the debt. She didn’t look at Lisalyth. She just kept staring at the door. Maybe adventures weren’t for her!!! However as scared as she was she felt rather safe and calm with Davis and Henwyn.
Should she say something? Should she just be quiet? She was scared to look at Lisalyth. Oh! What to do?!?!
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Legerdemain: A Little Hocus Pocus: Kiera (Level 3 Human Sorcerer)
Lisalyth was attached to Hen at the hip at this point, and followed her easily back to the table. When Kimble asked about who paid for the man's tab, however, her blood ran cold. She kept it cool on the surface, just as she had when her parents first questioned her about magic almost a year ago. She just hoped that Kimble wasn't any more perceptive than her family.
Hen and Kimble are staring each other down but as Henwyn stands up to the inquisitor it seems other members of town have become uneasy about not being able to leave the tavern.
"Inquisitor Kimble," another armoured figure, a half-elf comes in the doorway. "There's been a sighting of conjuring just out of town," he explains. "Some sort of attack on a group on the road to Feirm. They've been robbed," he adds as Kimble sighs moving towards the door.
Divis looks at Henwyn who doesn't react.
"If anyone knows anything about what happened here today please come to the garrison," Kimble says. "Same reward applies," she adds as patrons look at one another as Kimble and the other inquisitors leave with Kimble.
After the inquisitors leave there's a tense air hanging in the tavern. Its not long however until Henwyn stands along with Divis.
"We should get started to Triskele," Henwyn begins. "Two days on the road if we don't get horses," she adds. "Can everyone ride," she adds coolly moving towards the door as Divis lingers to make sure you're following, Henwyn's limping she doesn't move quickly.
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When the Inquisitor leaves, Lisalyth relaxes. She had felt like perhaps she was being held underwater, and her air was running thing -- but just at the last moment she was permitted a breath of fresh air. And then, they were all on the move again.
Lisalyth hops up and follows after Hen quickly, but she falters as Henwyn asks if they can ride. "Er," Lisalyth murmurs, "Ride what?" The truth was, no matter Hen's response, Lisalyth's answer would be 'no'. She could walk, she could run, but there was no world in which she had ever 'ridden' anything.
Letting out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding Aerlian settles back down as Henwyn rejoins them, he quickly shovels in the last bite of food and then when she asks about horses, says
"I've ridden a horse before, I'm far from an expert though, there wasn't much call for travel where I lived."
He then rises, again and shouldering his pack follows Henwyn towards the door.
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Henwyn smiles, "well we could always go on foot if you're more comfortable it'll just take a bit longer," she explains again. "Divis hates horses," she whispers but loudly as the half-orc sighs.
"They can't be reasoned with," Divis retorts with a grimace as he and Henwyn begin to leave the tavern. "Come, come now," he calls back to the group. "We're loosing daylight," he adds.
Following them........
It's now late afternoon, Windstaff is very busy now with what looks like some sort of mass transit system of wagons stopping off. People getting out, people getting on it's they way the quotidans get around as well as the more pruden magician.
The blacksmith with the livery beside it is still working away at what on closer inspection is a shovel. She pauses as Henwyn and Divis approach the dwarf gives an apprehensive look at the old woman and the half-orc which honestly are unlikely companions.
"The horses how much," Henwyn asks giving the dwarf a wrinkled smile.
"Depends," the dwarf replies looking over the ground. "Rent with return or purchase," she asks with a curiously lifted eyebrow.
"Purchase," Henwyn replies. "I would think..." she turns to look at everyone.
OOC: I need an animal handling check on everyone to see if we're looking at getting a wagon or horses.....
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Lisalyth stares at the horses, who stare back at her (she thinks, anyways), and feels... Well, no connection. She can't help but think that horses aren't very clever, and that they're also probably terrible conversationalists.
"I'd have to agree with Divis, I don't believe I could reason with a horse, either!"
Fastolph joins the group with a hanging head as another dwarf dresses similarly is beside him.
"I'm sorry new friends," Fastolph begins glumly. "It seems I have to return home," he explains. "I...I wish all of you luck," he adds before bowing to the party and leaving with the dwarf towards a large gilded carriage that had come in with the other transit carriage on the road from Caorthann.
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“I’ve ridden before. It’s been awhile. I love horses.” Kiera says while petting the horse on its nose. “I also don’t mind ridding in a cart!” She says smiling.
Animal handling 20
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Sighing Henwyn goes to the dwarf and requests a wagon and team. The dwarf obliges and you see money exchanged between them. Divis climbs in first his awkward half-orc limbs help him bound up into the wagon then helps Henwyn board. She then nestles in the seat beside him.
"Everyone up," Henwyn urges the party. "We'll be on the road until dusk and then make camp," she explains.
As you get into the wagon and settle into your seats Divis steers the horses towards the southern fork in the road towards Triskele. Divis and Hen are quiet for a solid half an hour as the crossroads of Windstaff disappear behind you. Then after the coast seems clear Divis hands the reigns to Hen before you notice him suddenly shrink, dramatically in size, into a halfling man!
"Never again," Divis then exclaims in a sharp tone with a lot of bass for someone so small as Hen chuckles. "Next time you're the brawn," he says to Hen as she continues to laugh handing him back the reigns.
You then watch as the illusion on her melts away to reveal a young looking blue skinned tiefling. She then bends over and kisses Divis' cheek, the halfling blushes before shrugging her off.
"Sorry for the deception friends," Hen says turning to the wagon's bed where all of you are sitting. "Sometimes the quotidian are less worried about a old lady and her music man servant," she explains with a smirk gesturing at Divis who sighs loudly but does not respond only continues to urge the horses from his seat beside her. "Questions now? You must have questions and here I can answer them," she adds beaming guesting at the empty road around you before looking back at the three of you. "Oh Lisalyth I wanted to say when we first meant there really isn't enough blue people in the world in my opinion," she says winking. "Wouldn't you agree," she adds before settling in a position half looking at the road ahead and half looking at you all while awaiting your questions.
"To be honest I could ask questions from here to Triskele and still have more, but there are a few I think are more pressing. You are taking us to Triskele, what are we supposed to do there? The other big question I have right now is do you think that Lawbringer believed you and the innkeep or should we be looking over our shoulders as we go?"
Aerlian sits back in the wagon, staring out in to the sky, he seems fairly unconcerned by everything but then he sits up and starts speaking again.
"One more thing, these roads, how safe are they? Are we likely to have any trouble?"
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Lisalyth's mouth forms a wide 'o' as the transformations occur, and she continually (lightly) smacks Kiera's arm as if to say: ARE YOU SEEING THIS?!?!??!
The halfling is shocking enough (he was so big! now he's so small!), but Henwyn! Heeeeeeeeeenwyn! She's blue! Blue like Lisalyth... Or maybe not quite like Lisalyth, but she's also blue and Lisalyth feels the instant camaraderie she felt for Henwyn increase dramatically.
"I have a question!"Lisalyth pipes in after Aerlian finishes, "How many blue people are there in Triskele?"
Kiera was enjoying the soft jostling of the wagon ride when Lisalyth started to hit her arm. She turned in the direction of Hen and Divis and could not believe her eyes! Hen was blue and you s and Divis was little!!!
After the shock wore off she realized Hen was speaking. Aerlian was asking questions and Lisalyth was excited about her being blue.
“I’m with Aerlian, I have many questions but I’m just worri d about the lawbringer coming after us or the rod being safe.”
Keira turns to Lisalyth,” Here. I’m sorry I didn’t hand it to you earlier.” She puts the 3 gold pieces into Lisalyth hand and flashed a warm smile.
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"The road is safe but magic should still be used sparingly," Henwyn begins. "Triskele is on the coast tieflings, moon elves, and water genasi are about the place so it will be less of a worry being blue," she answers Lisalyth jovially, "but magic again should be used sparingly," she repeats her tone and expression more serious. "The lawbringer isn't a problem for us," she says but doesn't go into detail. "So any questions about the trials," she then asks as Divis glances back at the party with a smile but doesn't speak. Then suddenly a raven swoops down and lands on the halfling's obliging shoulder, its large and black and nearly the size of Divis' head!
"Blix," Henwyn exclaims her tone pleased as the raven caws loudly from Divis shoulder. The halfling doesn't seem to mind at all either but nudges the bird off his shoulder as he takes flight again. "Where have you been," she asks the bird as he caws again as it's aloft before settling on her shoulder. Henwyn then strokes his black, iridescent feathers.
Fastolph took the time to relish the (free?) meal he was receiving. He always had been a slow eater but now he was making sure to savour the local cuisine. While both his hosts got up to pay, he still had about a quarter of a plate to go through. He was just about to swallow his second to last bite when a fully armoured woman stepped into the tavern and drew all attention to her. Remaining at the table, Fastolph quietly finished the last of his meal while keeping an eye on how the situation was unfolding.
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As they finished their meal, Lisalyth was more than ready to get moving. This entire thing was so exciting, and she always got a bit stir-crazy being inside of a building for too long. Such that as soon as Henwyn stood, Lisalyth jumped up from her own chair and followed the woman to the door. She made a mental note to thank Divis for paying, and also a mental note to ask how expensive food typically was - she was a little worried that after giving the guards six gold that she would be unable to afford anything else.
Lisalyth froze as the door opened to reveal the armored woman, the lawbringer's inquisitor. She recognized the symbol of Chauntea from her books, and knew who this woman must be based on the light information her meal companions had given her. This was the kind of person her family had attempted to shield her from for so many years. This was the kind of person who would have done horrible things to the half-elf man if she, Kiera, Henwyn, and Divis had not stopped it. This was the kind of person who did horrible things all too often.
"Good day, madam!" Lisalyth smiled, bowing to the armored woman, and trying her best to ease some of the tension that had filled the room. Heck, everyone needed a little kindness every now and then. Maybe. She hoped. Cross her fingers.
Aerlian rose as Henwyn did, more out of courtesy as he hadn't quite finished, he had just planned to sit back down when the Lawbringer walked in, deciding that being able to move quickly might be useful he stays standing, moving his pack with his foot into a position where it can be grabbed easily. He is now facing towards the Lawbringer with the table between them.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Kiera stood when Henwyn stood. She followed Lisalyth to the door. She was still trying to give her the 3 gold pieces. "Lisalyth, here is my halffffff." she stammers as the tall women in the armor walked in. Kiera froze! She had heard stories about the lawbringer and they scared her to death! She stops talking and puts her gold away.
Inquisitor Kimble moves from Divis and Henwyn towards the bar looking at the elderly halfling.
"Second time this week there's been a false alarm Eberwhite," Kimble says in a booming voice making the other patrons part from the bar and move towards the door to exit but two more heavily armoured figures now block the entrance. "I think I'll just ask some questions if you don't mind," she adds looking around now at the two human's behind the bar. "Caleb Terrell right," she asks Caleb who nods with a slight gulp. "You sent for me," she exclaims. "What's this about changing coins," she asks as Caleb looks to his fellow bartender before returning his gaze to Kimble.
"He's mistaken is all," the other man speaks up. "Just dirty old Demica form Sul Na Mara inquisitor," he adds. "You know those tropical types. Their coin is good here but it's always filthy," he adds weirdly descriptive.
Kimble arches a scarred eyebrow curious with a sneer.
"Who's coin was it then," Kimble asks looking around the tavern again eyeing Divis and Henwyn who had rejoined the party at the table and taken seats. Divis is staring at Henwyn while Hen just looks in her bag removing some knitting and begins again on a scarf of various colors.
"They've...he left," Caleb replies nervously now. "His debt was paid," he explains.
"By who," Kimble asks moving around towards the front of the tavern. "Such a generous person is to be thanked. Such a charitable soul should be commended by the church," she adds.
"They...they've left," Caleb then called out. "They left right after the man going down the Feirm road," he replies next as Kimble sighs.
Henwyn then sighs too. Divis shifts nervously in his chair as Hen then clears her throat to gain Kimble's attention.
"Why not let these people be? No harm done," Henwyn speaks up. "The man's debt was paid," she adds. "Some of us do have other places to be," she adds with a firm tone as you all hear Divis let out a long, low sigh.
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Kiera had barley made it to her chair when Kimble asked who paid the debt. She didn’t look at Lisalyth. She just kept staring at the door. Maybe adventures weren’t for her!!! However as scared as she was she felt rather safe and calm with Davis and Henwyn.
Should she say something? Should she just be quiet? She was scared to look at Lisalyth. Oh! What to do?!?!
Lisalyth was attached to Hen at the hip at this point, and followed her easily back to the table. When Kimble asked about who paid for the man's tab, however, her blood ran cold. She kept it cool on the surface, just as she had when her parents first questioned her about magic almost a year ago. She just hoped that Kimble wasn't any more perceptive than her family.
Hen and Kimble are staring each other down but as Henwyn stands up to the inquisitor it seems other members of town have become uneasy about not being able to leave the tavern.
"Inquisitor Kimble," another armoured figure, a half-elf comes in the doorway. "There's been a sighting of conjuring just out of town," he explains. "Some sort of attack on a group on the road to Feirm. They've been robbed," he adds as Kimble sighs moving towards the door.
Divis looks at Henwyn who doesn't react.
"If anyone knows anything about what happened here today please come to the garrison," Kimble says. "Same reward applies," she adds as patrons look at one another as Kimble and the other inquisitors leave with Kimble.
After the inquisitors leave there's a tense air hanging in the tavern. Its not long however until Henwyn stands along with Divis.
"We should get started to Triskele," Henwyn begins. "Two days on the road if we don't get horses," she adds. "Can everyone ride," she adds coolly moving towards the door as Divis lingers to make sure you're following, Henwyn's limping she doesn't move quickly.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
When the Inquisitor leaves, Lisalyth relaxes. She had felt like perhaps she was being held underwater, and her air was running thing -- but just at the last moment she was permitted a breath of fresh air. And then, they were all on the move again.
Lisalyth hops up and follows after Hen quickly, but she falters as Henwyn asks if they can ride. "Er," Lisalyth murmurs, "Ride what?" The truth was, no matter Hen's response, Lisalyth's answer would be 'no'. She could walk, she could run, but there was no world in which she had ever 'ridden' anything.
Letting out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding Aerlian settles back down as Henwyn rejoins them, he quickly shovels in the last bite of food and then when she asks about horses, says
"I've ridden a horse before, I'm far from an expert though, there wasn't much call for travel where I lived."
He then rises, again and shouldering his pack follows Henwyn towards the door.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Henwyn smiles, "well we could always go on foot if you're more comfortable it'll just take a bit longer," she explains again. "Divis hates horses," she whispers but loudly as the half-orc sighs.
"They can't be reasoned with," Divis retorts with a grimace as he and Henwyn begin to leave the tavern. "Come, come now," he calls back to the group. "We're loosing daylight," he adds.
Following them........
It's now late afternoon, Windstaff is very busy now with what looks like some sort of mass transit system of wagons stopping off. People getting out, people getting on it's they way the quotidans get around as well as the more pruden magician.
The blacksmith with the livery beside it is still working away at what on closer inspection is a shovel. She pauses as Henwyn and Divis approach the dwarf gives an apprehensive look at the old woman and the half-orc which honestly are unlikely companions.
"The horses how much," Henwyn asks giving the dwarf a wrinkled smile.
"Depends," the dwarf replies looking over the ground. "Rent with return or purchase," she asks with a curiously lifted eyebrow.
"Purchase," Henwyn replies. "I would think..." she turns to look at everyone.
OOC: I need an animal handling check on everyone to see if we're looking at getting a wagon or horses.....
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Animal Handling: 5
Lisalyth stares at the horses, who stare back at her (she thinks, anyways), and feels... Well, no connection. She can't help but think that horses aren't very clever, and that they're also probably terrible conversationalists.
"I'd have to agree with Divis, I don't believe I could reason with a horse, either!"
Animal handling 4
"Well it has been a while, but let's see how I get on."
The animals all seem quite friendly to Aerlian, who whispers encouragingly in their ears and strokes their manes in a comforting way.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Fastolph joins the group with a hanging head as another dwarf dresses similarly is beside him.
"I'm sorry new friends," Fastolph begins glumly. "It seems I have to return home," he explains. "I...I wish all of you luck," he adds before bowing to the party and leaving with the dwarf towards a large gilded carriage that had come in with the other transit carriage on the road from Caorthann.
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“I’ve ridden before. It’s been awhile. I love horses.” Kiera says while petting the horse on its nose. “I also don’t mind ridding in a cart!” She says smiling.
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Sighing Henwyn goes to the dwarf and requests a wagon and team. The dwarf obliges and you see money exchanged between them. Divis climbs in first his awkward half-orc limbs help him bound up into the wagon then helps Henwyn board. She then nestles in the seat beside him.
"Everyone up," Henwyn urges the party. "We'll be on the road until dusk and then make camp," she explains.
As you get into the wagon and settle into your seats Divis steers the horses towards the southern fork in the road towards Triskele. Divis and Hen are quiet for a solid half an hour as the crossroads of Windstaff disappear behind you. Then after the coast seems clear Divis hands the reigns to Hen before you notice him suddenly shrink, dramatically in size, into a halfling man!
"Never again," Divis then exclaims in a sharp tone with a lot of bass for someone so small as Hen chuckles. "Next time you're the brawn," he says to Hen as she continues to laugh handing him back the reigns.
You then watch as the illusion on her melts away to reveal a young looking blue skinned tiefling. She then bends over and kisses Divis' cheek, the halfling blushes before shrugging her off.
"Sorry for the deception friends," Hen says turning to the wagon's bed where all of you are sitting. "Sometimes the quotidian are less worried about a old lady and her music man servant," she explains with a smirk gesturing at Divis who sighs loudly but does not respond only continues to urge the horses from his seat beside her. "Questions now? You must have questions and here I can answer them," she adds beaming guesting at the empty road around you before looking back at the three of you. "Oh Lisalyth I wanted to say when we first meant there really isn't enough blue people in the world in my opinion," she says winking. "Wouldn't you agree," she adds before settling in a position half looking at the road ahead and half looking at you all while awaiting your questions.
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"To be honest I could ask questions from here to Triskele and still have more, but there are a few I think are more pressing. You are taking us to Triskele, what are we supposed to do there? The other big question I have right now is do you think that Lawbringer believed you and the innkeep or should we be looking over our shoulders as we go?"
Aerlian sits back in the wagon, staring out in to the sky, he seems fairly unconcerned by everything but then he sits up and starts speaking again.
"One more thing, these roads, how safe are they? Are we likely to have any trouble?"
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Lisalyth's mouth forms a wide 'o' as the transformations occur, and she continually (lightly) smacks Kiera's arm as if to say: ARE YOU SEEING THIS?!?!??!
The halfling is shocking enough (he was so big! now he's so small!), but Henwyn! Heeeeeeeeeenwyn! She's blue! Blue like Lisalyth... Or maybe not quite like Lisalyth, but she's also blue and Lisalyth feels the instant camaraderie she felt for Henwyn increase dramatically.
"I have a question!" Lisalyth pipes in after Aerlian finishes, "How many blue people are there in Triskele?"
Kiera was enjoying the soft jostling of the wagon ride when Lisalyth started to hit her arm. She turned in the direction of Hen and Divis and could not believe her eyes! Hen was blue and you s and Divis was little!!!
After the shock wore off she realized Hen was speaking. Aerlian was asking questions and Lisalyth was excited about her being blue.
“I’m with Aerlian, I have many questions but I’m just worri d about the lawbringer coming after us or the rod being safe.”
Keira turns to Lisalyth,” Here. I’m sorry I didn’t hand it to you earlier.” She puts the 3 gold pieces into Lisalyth hand and flashed a warm smile.
"The road is safe but magic should still be used sparingly," Henwyn begins. "Triskele is on the coast tieflings, moon elves, and water genasi are about the place so it will be less of a worry being blue," she answers Lisalyth jovially, "but magic again should be used sparingly," she repeats her tone and expression more serious. "The lawbringer isn't a problem for us," she says but doesn't go into detail. "So any questions about the trials," she then asks as Divis glances back at the party with a smile but doesn't speak. Then suddenly a raven swoops down and lands on the halfling's obliging shoulder, its large and black and nearly the size of Divis' head!
"Blix," Henwyn exclaims her tone pleased as the raven caws loudly from Divis shoulder. The halfling doesn't seem to mind at all either but nudges the bird off his shoulder as he takes flight again. "Where have you been," she asks the bird as he caws again as it's aloft before settling on her shoulder. Henwyn then strokes his black, iridescent feathers.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.