Ky looks to Carodoc, and sees that she was just as confused as Carodoc. She mouth's "WOW" to Carodoc, and gives the eye roll that indicates crazy. Nodding to Carodoc for verification, she says "I think you may have a deal good sir. Let me just confer with my friends here and we can be on our way with this transaction!"

With that, Hubert shakes Ky's small hand is his massive one and smiles. "I do love a good deal when each party is happy with the trade..." He pushes the cloak, ring, and belt buckle over to you, along with the black bag of diamonds. Smiling, he begins picking up all of things you just unloaded on him and dumps them on his table. He picks up the diamond and begins to look throughout his shop for a place to display it.

Ky then leads the group back through the this part of the district, and begins to lead the group through the milling groups of people. Getting to the lift, the guards help make a path for the Eva'din, and get you down to the lifts and back down into the tented area.

For brevity, I will say you ask around, and word gets around quickly that the Eva'din is walking among them, and the loud din of noise quiets. An elderly forest gnome, bald on top with shock white hair comes hobbling up to you, cane in hand. He looks to be about 300+ years old now. His bushy eyebrows cover his beady eyes, and he keeps blowing up with his toothless mouth to try to get the hair out of his eyes. Ky, you recognize this man… This is Mirsul Twinklemoss, the elder of the gnome community that lived within the Feywilds, and the village that was under siege by the Shadow Elves 50 years ago.

"Its good to see you again Eva'din." He says, it a weak and shaky voice, that is slightly difficult to understand without the teeth in his mouth. He looks to have aged a great deal in the past 30 years since you have seen him. "Its good to see your spirits have never been broken by everything that happened."

Looking to the rest of the group, he nods "New traveling companions I see. Still as strong a group as before I see. Listen to the Eva'din younglings…" The old man says, pointing his stick at each of you. "She knows what she is about."

He watches as Ky slightly inflates by the statement. "But you all need to reign her in. She is reckless and gets herself into more trouble then she can handle… reminds me more of a Half Elf or a Human then a Wood Elf, but then again…" he says with an elderly, weezing laugh, "I have been in the Feywild for most of my life, so what do I know really."

He claps his hands, and all of the people around, elves, half elves, gnomes, and even the pixies, fairies, and other Fey creatures that surround you all start to clear away the area in which you now stand. A small table is brought out with chairs enough for all of you, though Cyrnair and Flint struggle to sit on it comfortably due to their size. A simple meal of breads and fruits are brought out, though it is meager. Mirsul sees the faces of those that would reject the food and he shakes his head firmly. "There are always hard times young ones. We will make do once again as we always have. 50 years past, it was worse then now, and we are still here yes… Let us show you our hospitality. A bit of grumbling stomachs mean little when all who sacrifice will be able to say they shared a meal with the Eva'din and her companions. Spirits are harder to lift then empty bellies."

As the table is set, the tents removed, hundreds of Fey and creatures of both planes surround you all in a ring. "Tell me Eva'din. What could be so bad as to drive you back to Nah'Thair, to face Sho'din and humiliation? Truth be told, though I am glad to see you once more, I never thought I would see you again after the way things ended for you?"

Looking to her companions, he says "Speak up… speak up all of you. This is no time for formality. Cant you see we are having a family meal here? Be happy. Speak your peace." He says with a laugh.

As he asks you this question, a young looking gnome, maybe 2 feet tall and maybe 10 or 11 comes up and hands Mirsul a bowl of what looks like oats and pulped apples. "Thank you Charladene…" He looks at the bowl and says, "I will have to talk with your grandmother about this… I remember feeding her this food as a baby, and I will not be treated like this…" As he speaks, he shovels a mouthful in and eats, pouting.

Caradoc bows and sits at the table. "Your hospitality is rich and gracious, Wise Father. May you be blessed as richly as your years are many. We come running from darkness to greater darkness, chasing a vision of dreadful import given to my plane-touched brother here," he says, nudging Cyrnair while eyeing Ky with curiosity. She brought us here, so surely there is a purpose beyond sentiment... But what could it be?

(Back at the last shop )

Cyrnair is more and more uncomfortable as they speak. Not only he has lost some negotiations ago, but when he sees Hubert looking for the bag of diamonds, and having to move away to let him pass he says to Gelin. “I will wait for you outside. I fear that I broke.. anything in here... “ he gives the dwarf the magical coin purse and his own personal purse and waits outside. 

(OOC: So are we done shopping? Did we got the items? Should I update the CS with the splint mail and the shield? ) 

When the old gnome invite them to the table the aasimar bows his head in gratitude. “ I would never offend you by rejecting such a magnificent food. And it has more significance knowing that you and your people are in such predicaments. I am grateful to you.”

He then sits and enjoy the meal, but truth beign said, as soon as he can he sneaks some to some children. 

As they speak he wish pero to Caradoc 

“Well, if she wanted me to feel the importance of our mission and remember me that is not just my mother’s fate what is in danger... “ he says it with no nad feeling, but understanding, “ She has succeeded. Not that I needed but it will certanly help me keep my head cold. “ He takes a sip of the wine and adds smiling “ Or at least I hope so “ 

He then turns to the gnome

” You speak of a battle 50 years ago against Dark Elves. Eva’din has been too humble I am afraid. Can you tell us about it? “ 

Caradoc stares at the aasimar in confusion. "I'm here because you asked me to come. You all talk about these great epic things and places way too grand for halflings. I'm here because I'm your friend and you..." he pauses, suddenly understand what he said, then stares back at Ky again.

"Did you really bring us here to humble the paladin? To... to open his mind, as it were?"

OOC: oh boy... lots of rp I have to catch up on... her goes. I will try to do it in chunks that make sense.

When Ky sees Mirsul

She grins widely and kneels down to his level. She bows her head to him, deeper then to the Sho'din, and this time with real respect. "My mischievous Uncle! When I heard of the last leaf of winter I feared for all of your people. It is wonderful to see you. I suppose though..." my thinks and looking around at the people she sighs, "I suppose the Forest of your birth is under Winters grip as well? I am pleased you are here and safe."

When Mirsul counsels them about listening to Ky and then deflates her...

Ky beams with a wide smile at his compliment, but then sags at his council. "As you say Uncle, so shall I listen... though who can say which way a leaf will fall in the wind."

When he summons the table

Ky gladly takes a seat across from Mirsul, and waves the group to sit. "We will share in your hospitality, and wish prosperity on you all."

In response to his question about coming back, she waves to her group, and points to the north. "We ride to close the rift, and help this young paladin with his temple. His mother is there. Truth be told... I never wanted to see this city again... any city again... but that is the way of things in this plane... it was... not pleasant... seeing Sho'din. My house name is worth less then the words spoken to my people. I only enjoy the benefits of it in human circles that have not ventured I to elven territories...."

Sighing heavily, she says, "I was not expecting to see..." she waves to all the refugees. "Or you Uncle. But even through pain, there is healing i suppose. What are your plans? You surely will not live here?"

At Carodocs first response.

"We do ride for danger to other dangers... I was hoping to see if my coin could be of use to you people, in exchange for items you may not need any longer... but seeing you as you are... i would hate to ask for anything.... unless it would help you more then myself."

Seeing the little gnome.

Ky starts to count on her fingers at seeing her. "So is she your great great grandchild, or great great great? Its wonderful to see new life sprout forward." She rests her hand on the girls head. "Your grandfather... or or somewhere in that line... he was a great hero! I can see you have his strength. I look forward to watching you grow young one."

At his response to the mush.

"I recall you feeding that stuff to me, and I said the same thing to you many years ago. You must be strong enough to stop me you said.... I think your g.g.g grandchild might be able to best you now uncle."

I'm response to Carodoc, she looks shocked.

"I brought you down here to see if we could help these poor people, and maybe benefit ourselves as well. I did not know Uncle would be here." She crosses her arms under her breath, and looks genuinely embarrassed. How any of you acted in the sho'dins home did not seem to phase her... in front of Mirsul, it seems to.

Caradoc shakes his head at the elven ranger. "I could never have shown him the full scope of the need, Ky'Lyera. You have brought wisdom to my friend's ears and heart. You've carried yourself with grace through cruelest humiliation for the sake of not just these smallfolk you love but even for the high and mighty you despise. If you will give it, I beg your forgiveness and call you my companion and friend."

Ennis raises a glass to Caradoc's last comment, regardless of its actual contents (probably water since Ennis isn't really keen on ale).

"Hear, hear!"

OOC: I just reamed out lol... whelp...

Mirsul smiles giddily at the banter. "My my... I have not seen the color on Kys cheeks in many years! Well done my tall friend. " He says to Carodoc.

Laughing he claps his hand again, and a group of wood elves in their younger years come up next to Mirgul. He whispers something to them, and they scamper off. You continue to enjoy your meal, and Mirgul starts to talk.

"Ky... yes, just because I used your title 1 time does not mean I will keep doing it all night." He says, waving his cane at Ky as if to bop her if she said anything. "Ky is not the sharing type about her past. We have a saying in our village, and She only seems to remember half of it. The saying is Yesterday is History, but the past writes the future. She just wants to forget hers though I think, and not apply any lessons from it."

Looking at Ky directly in the eyes after using the back of his hand to move the eyebrows out of his face, he says, "Ky... it's time to share some of it. I dont know what dangers are in store for you, but you have to let a wound breath to heal. We all k ow the story, but perhaps the telling in this safe space will cleanse it. Well that's none of my business... but I can tell you my story, and she cant say nothing about that!"

"Some 50 years back now, the days of Autumn were stretching thin. Shadow elves... none of that drow talk Cyrnair.... Shadow elves... anyway they decided that our village was a soft target so to speak, and they were not wrong. What they did not know, is that Ky was in our village already... recovering. Wounded and all, she got our village organized, and we were able to drive off the Shadow Elves... it wasn't the last time to see them, but Ky had gotten us on the path, and over the next few years with her training on and off when she wasnt warring, she would come back and help us all out. Eva'din is known in the Feywild, good and bad, as a champion of the forest folk... that is why she got the resection she did upstairs... at least, 1 reason... and why she gets this respection here... Eva'din has her faults... many of them. But her heart covers a multitude of sins."

As he finishes talking, the 3 elves that ran off bring various items and lays them in the grass before you. "While our people could use these, we need coin more then we need these items. And while you may be willing to give us a hand out, it would shame us. Besides, Winter in the Feywilds... we may be making our home on this plane for generations before it is safe to return, and coin makes the world run easier. Perhaps if you could purchase some of these items, and point my people in a direction, we can get away from Sho'din and Nah'Thair."

OOC: I keep telling y'all LOL you need separate browsers :)

Items they lay out.

 While they are laying all this out, one comes up and places a finely crafted leather quiver of sorts with 3 slots on it. It has silver runes along the stitching and mouth of each. The elderly gnome speaks up. "Ky... Eva'din... you left this with my grandson some 50 years back..." a tear wells in his eye. "He... would have wanted you to have it back... the shadow elves... they came in forces none of us could have resisted as the last leaf fell. He stayed behind with a few more skilled soldiers, but gave this to his wife and said, give it to someone who needs it."

OOC: I was going to put this in the for sale items, but the cost of a bag of holding is huge in this crafting system... so I talked it over with Jess and showed her how much it would cost. She agreed to offer up her haversack as the group bag of holding if she had a place to store her weapons and stuff. So consider this a work around after my rule change on pricing... my gets the quiver of enorra and someone else gets the haversack to hold the stuff. Jean said with the armor the dresses dont matter now anyways lol....

OOC2: everyone put on their want list a bag of holding... it's out of your price range now, so this is the fix I could come up with... I will say that since my does not use anything but arrows, she can store a total of 300 in the middle quiver, but she has to actually pull them out of storage. She cannot draw it from there as a quiver would normally.

OOC: getting really tired so it will be brief.

Ky wil be horrified by the gnome talking and try to talk over him for I am sure she gets put in her place.

After getting the quiver,  she begins to cry. "He was a good man." And hugs the quiver. As dinner finishes,  she dumps out her bag,  m and begins sticking the bundles of arrows in the middle container, fills the smaller one with 60, and still has about 30+ left. She sets those aside.

She sticks her bow,  and scimitar in the large pocket, and slings it on so the arrow pocket is easy to get to, and so is the weapons. "Well... how does it look?"

In the pile from her haversack, She also had multiple chances of clothes. She keeps 1 pair of standards for changing into, and sticks the sleeping bag back in the sack. Finding some elves in the crowd about the fighr size,  she hangs them the formal gowns,  as well af her daily rations.

During down,  she hangs the bag to Carodoc. "Got want to carry this?" And nudges him to speak up about what she had been talking to them about. 

Cyrnair raises his drink too and toast with the others.

”Now that’s quite impressive “ he said when Mirgul tells his history “I can see why you are so fond of her. “ he raises his drink once more “For family! Not only blinded by blood but for true friendship and love. “ 

when the elderly gnome talks about the possibility of leaving Nha`their he says 

“We know a place that could be welcoming for you and your people, it’s not too far from here, and it got a nice forest where you may find a suitable place to settle. When we return from the north “ he is the eternal optimistic “ we could talk more about this...” he looks to Gelin and Caradoc for confirmation.

(OOC: While they finish the transactions with the objects, and depending on how much gold he has left (his remaining gold after the previous purchases are still avaible for the party to spend if necessary) he will ask for mundane items that could be useful elsewhere, like a pot, a spoon, and will pay them overpriced. He doesn’t want to offend them with charity but will give his gold away until he has only 15 gp left (logged) After all is set and done, and just before going to bed, he will go to other refugees and will give them those mundane objects, as a gift from thr Eva’din to make things easier for them. He also uses his remaining healing powers if needed. C’mon you all knew he wasn’t going to leave twon wit coins in his purse ;) )

"Indeed her heart is strong, Wise Father," Caradoc says to Mirgul. "As is yours," he continues, wiping his mouth and rising from the table. "As I'm sure you know, my people have a tradition of exchanging gifts with our hosts."

He walks over to Ennis and murmurs something about needing the Harvest bag. While the wizard brings it forth, the halfling continues, "Plus, your people are going to need a dependable food source on the way south to a town called Gundren's Calling. On the way, you will pass a new settlement called Eilistraee's Meadow. Either place will welcome your people and their strength."

Collecting the Harvest bag, he kneels before Mirkul and extends it towards him. "Wise Father, would you accept our gift, and give us your blessing?"

With a smile of an old man doing good with his later years, he comes up and pat's Ky on the arm. "You have the potential to live 2 of my lifetimes... you are still young though... if you dont close yourself off from feeling all of life... good and bad... the experience is wonderful. The greatest gift I have had is family...."

Looking around, he points to many gnomes that have his blood. They smile and nod, bow, or curtsey. He then points to elves, half elves, and many other Fey creatures that stand in the crowd and flutter about. "Whether you have family of blood around you, or family you choose, enjoy and embrace it child... without it, we are no greater then the insects that buzz about."

Looking to her group, he says, "Take care of our Eva'din. She may resist your bonds...  but in her heart she will thank you for it. She is as stubborn as the oldest Oaks..." he laughs then and carcasses her cheek with a gnarled and wrinkled hand, wiping away her tears. "Come back to us Ky'Leyra... not as Eva'din, one of the many princesses of the Fey wood elf kingdom, but as Ky'leyra... just Ky'leyra."

Edit: in response to Carodoc.

Looking over the silver runed bag he raises an eyebrow in suprise at the gift. You see him tittle his fingers and cast a spell, and upon its completion, he whistles through his gummy mouth. "This is a great gift young one! Are you sure you will not need it?" Looking to Ky, he says, "I guess not. She will bring in enough food on your travels... I have seen her do it!" 

Smiling, he claps his hand, and another gnome, looking related and in her middle years comes up. He hands the bag to her. "Turn it inside out 1 time a day in the mess tent. It will supplement our food supply."

The old gnome turns back to Carodoc, and reaches up to place his hand on Carodocs shoulder. "You have a good heart Carodoc. I hope it continues to beat strongly. If it is a tradition among your people, we must accept it eh?" He says, seeming to know/doubt you, but he is also wise enough to accept a gift like this with so many mouths to feed. "Some of our people can cast goodberry, but not enough... this will help greatly."

Hearing both Cyrnair and Carodoc speak of a safe haven for them, many others in the crowd perk up at hearing of it. "Tell me if this place that we many find a home. What is it like, and how do you know we will be accepted?

After a few moments of hesitation, Ennis does hand over the Traveler's Bag of Harvest, though he regrets having never gotten to use it yet.

At the old gnome's questioning about Gundren's Calling, Ennis gives a bit of a smirk and adjusts his glasses.

"Well in the brief time that I was there, I saw not only many villagers of the common races, but also a number of drow, deep gnomes, and even a duergar or two, all of them apparently refugees from the Underdark and all living peaceably together.  It was indeed quite the sight if I'm being honest."

"They are simple towns of goodly folk, recently freed from oppression. They will want news from the outside world, and if you would be so kind, we would send letters with you - letters of introduction and letters telling of our travels, for we left friends behind there who will want to know more of the gathering storm."

Mirgul raises his eyebrows at the dark elves and drugar but says nothing. He looks to Ky for confirmation before accepting. "Well I suppose the world is changing faster then an old gnome can comprehend. You say they would welcome us?"

Looking over the groups of people, he says "this would be a large caravan of people... I would not want to burden ourselves upon others. If they would let us set up outside of their village at the very least, I am sure we could make due. Letters and directions would be most appreciated..."

Looking at many of the young, elderly, and general level of combative strength of his people, he says. "We can't stay under the Sho'din for long. My people cannot stay here, and the woods are not safe either. Reports of Goblins, orcs, and even Giantkin have been sighted inspecting our camps. They won't come to close to the city, because the Sho'dins soldiers train death upon them if they get to close, but we will be a soft target roaming."

Looking to Ky, he says, "dont worry in our account though. We are a small group of people, and that storm looks to threaten the fabric of the world itself. You must ride on and with haste I believe. We will do what we must."

“They could be of the race of the dark elves “ says Cyrnair when he sees the old gnome hesitating “ but they are followers of Eillistrae. I think that you would like them after all. “ he smiles “ We would gladly give you both, directions and letters, not only for them but for the leaders of the nearby twon, Grundens Calling. If everything goes well, by Lathander will, we will meet you there.” 

Cyrnair ask for some paper and quill and writes letters to the City Council explaining the things that had transpired last days and introducing Mistul people. 

He talks with Caradoc meanwhile 

“You always get to surprise and teach me a lesson Caradoc the Generous. If you continue at this pace I will run out of titles for you before we reach Lathander Raising” he seems really pleased with his friend.