Elmira gives the goliath a good-natured wink and a smile. 'I'll put some extra in for you. You'll need your energy I think.'
To the party as you leave her shop, she calls, 'Good luck! Lady Tymora be with you.'
Of course, with Aeran's recollection earlier, he knows that the shrine in the town square is a shrine to Tymora, the goddess of luck and good fortune. He heads there to check it out whilst Alden and Lukuth continue on to the Lionshield Coster to see about arming themselves for the forthcoming trials. Mayres, barely noticing anything outside of his book, trails absently after Aeran.
As Aeran and Mayres approach the shrine, a young female elf in religious robes emerges from a nearby building. Her eyes fall on the newcomers, and she glances at the other two making their way across the square before she addresses herself to Aeran. 'Good morning travellers,' she says. Her voice is light and pleasant, though you detect a hint of strain in there. 'May the blessing of Lady Tymora be upon you and may you find good fortune in your endeavours. Welcome to Phandalin. My name is Sister Garaele. May I ask what brings you here?'
Can Aeran or Mayres (probably Aeran as Mayres is buried in a book) roll insight or perception please. Whichever you prefer.
Luk and Alden find the Lionshield Coster without any difficulty. It is exactly as Elmira described, and there is a sign outside in the shape of a shield bearing a painted stylised blue lion. On entering the building you see that it is constructed very similarly to Barthen's Provisions, though it is slightly larger. There are wooden shelves and stands occupied by mining equipment. Picks, hammers, spikes, lanterns, kegs, sacks, rope, and all manner of things that would be useful to an underground enterprise. There are no weapons immediately visible among the stock. As you enter, a tall, sinewy human woman of middle years with greying brown hair turns from restocking one of her shelves. This must be the Linene that Elmira mentioned.
Linene wipes her hands on the leather apron that she is wearing over her simple, dark tunic and trousers. 'Can I help?' she asks. Her tone is not hostile but neither is it friendly.
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Aeran lets Alden and Luk proceed the Lionshield Coster, while he himself, accompanied by Mayres, stops at the shrine. As he examines the statue of Tymora in front, he can’t help but hope that maybe this is a good sign. Perhaps Lady Luck will bestow her favour upon their group and she will guide them to find Gundrun and his companion alive and well. His contemplation is interrupted by the appearance of a female elf who approaches the two adventurers.
“Good morning, Sister Garaele,” Aeran greets her warmly. He hadn’t anticipated the town's cleric to be an elf, so his face betrays some of the surprise. "Thank you for your welcome. We were assisting with a delivery of supplies for Barthen's Provisions," he explains, gesturing toward Mayres, who remains absorbed in his book. Aeran can't help but notice the cleric's strained tone and he recounts the conversations he’s had so far with Elmira and the innkeeper’s wife, sparking a faint concern within him for the healer. His eyes observe her features, searching for any signs of unease. (Insight: 4)
Sensing the opportunity to gather more information, he continues, "We're also here seeking information about any potential vagabonds after experiencing some trouble on the road. Have you heard anything about recent happenings or disturbances near Phandalin?" Aeran hopes the sister might provide some insights that could assist them in their quest to find Gundrun and the missing Tharden and Nundro, but also share if something troubles her as well, as it was implied by the earlier conversations with the other two women.
Linene? Asked the ranger. Greetings. elmira recommended you to us. You are supposed to be the best address here when it comes to cutting and stabbing weapons and all kinds of utensils that could help us keep annoying and ambushig little goblins off our backs? The ranger grinned.
I am Alden and this is my friend luk We are friends of gundren. And we would like to equip ourselves for, let's say, a short hike near your beautiful village His grin widened and he had to laugh to himself as well
I'm looking for arrows and my friend here is a big fan of axes, as you can easily see. Big axes
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Aeran lets Alden and Luk proceed the Lionshield Coster, while he himself, accompanied by Mayres, stops at the shrine. As he examines the statue of Tymora in front, he can’t help but hope that maybe this is a good sign. Perhaps Lady Luck will bestow her favour upon their group and she will guide them to find Gundrun and his companion alive and well. His contemplation is interrupted by the appearance of a female elf who approaches the two adventurers.
“Good morning, Sister Garaele,” Aeran greets her warmly. He hadn’t anticipated the town's cleric to be an elf, so his face betrays some of the surprise. "Thank you for your welcome. We were assisting with a delivery of supplies for Barthen's Provisions," he explains, gesturing toward Mayres, who remains absorbed in his book. Aeran can't help but notice the cleric's strained tone and he recounts the conversations he’s had so far with Elmira and the innkeeper’s wife, sparking a faint concern within him for the healer. His eyes observe her features, searching for any signs of unease. (Insight: 4)
Sensing the opportunity to gather more information, he continues, "We're also here seeking information about any potential vagabonds after experiencing some trouble on the road. Have you heard anything about recent happenings or disturbances near Phandalin?" Aeran hopes the sister might provide some insights that could assist them in their quest to find Gundrun and the missing Tharden and Nundro, but also share if something troubles her as well, as it was implied by the earlier conversations with the other two women.
You study the cleric's face and movements, but apart from the strain in her voice, which you put down to the tension pervading the village due to the Redbrands' presence, you find nothing amiss. She smiles slightly at the mention of Barthen's Provisions.
'Vagabonds, you say? Well, yes, as it happens we have been plagued by a band of ruffians of late. Red-cloaked hooligans causing trouble for the townsfolk. There seems little resolve around here to resist them unfortunately, and certainly no lawful authority with sufficient resource to deal with the problem. Harbin, the townmaster that is, seems, err...' she struggles to find a way to put it delicately, 'perhaps focussed on other things, which I'm sure are also very important. We cannot presume to know the burdens that such a position can place on a man. However, the people of Phandalin are growing somewhat frustrated that his focus is not necessarily on what they see as their most pressing need.'
She tilts her head to one side, seeming to contemplate something. Then reaches a conclusion and speaks further. 'You seem like a capable group of people, assuming those other two men heading to the Lionshield Coster are with you as well. Would you consider undertaking a small favour for the benefit of the church of Tymora? My superiors have charged me with a task but frustratingly I lack the resources to carry it out on my own. I think I could find something to gift you in return if you were willing to assist.'
Linene? Asked the ranger. Greetings. elmira recommended you to us. You are supposed to be the best address here when it comes to cutting and stabbing weapons and all kinds of utensils that could help us keep annoying and ambushig little goblins off our backs? The ranger grinned.
I am Alden and this is my friend luk We are friends of gundren. And we would like to equip ourselves for, let's say, a short hike near your beautiful village His grin widened and he had to laugh to himself as well
I'm looking for arrows and my friend here is a big fan of axes, as you can easily see. Big axes
Linene's face softens slightly at the mention of both Elmira and Gundren. 'I may be able to help a friend of Elmira's,' she says. 'Arrows I can do.' She eyes Alden's longbow to get an idea of the correct size. Then looks at Lukuth. 'Axes might be trickier. Unless it's a wood cutting axe you want. I guess it'll split a goblin as good as it'll split a log.'
Aeran listens carefully to Sister Garaele, his palm rubbing his chin slowly. Her words confirm what he has already heard from the other people, how these Redbrands obviously harass the town and the townspeople's struggles against them. "They could do well with some help to stand against these bullies," he thinks, feeling empathy towards all these strangers, caught in between bandits and disinterested townsmaster.
The elf's expression remains neutral, though he nods understandingly. "The Redbrands seem to have brought quite the trouble to your town. It's disheartening to witness the lack of authority to address such issues," he says in agreement with Sister Garaele's words. When she asks for a favour, his forehead furrows slightly as he considers her request. He is a bit worried about getting their rescue mission even more delayed, but he can't just deny help when someone outright asks him for it. "Of course, Sister Garaele. If it is anything that I or my companions can help with, we are more than willing to assist if it will bring any relief to the town. What is it you need aid with?" Aeran asks after a few moments, sensing that this might be yet another opportunity to earn the favour not only of Sister Garaele and the townspeople, but also to redeem himself in front of their goddess.
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"Of course, Sister Garaele. If it is anything that I or my companions can help with, we are more than willing to assist if it will bring any relief to the town. What is it you need aid with?"
'Oh, thank you,' she says, with a look of relief, 'that's very kind of you. My superiors seek a particular item, a spellbook that used to belong to the wizard Bowgentle. Its whereabouts are unknown and have been for over a century, but we believe that we have a lead. There is a banshee named Agatha that haunts the village of Conybery, about fifty miles from here, and there is reason to think that she may know of the book and might even know its location. The difficulty of course is getting a banshee to cooperate.' She gives a wan smile at this. 'I went there myself a few days ago but was... unsuccessful. She, ah, wasn't in a cooperative mood. She did however make mention of some baubles that she owned in life, and I think if presented with such a thing she might just be willing to divulge what she knows. I understand from my research that there are likely to be some belongings of hers in Conybery itself. You will need to search among the ruins to find anything though - the village has been abandoned for many a year.'
She studies Aeran's face, looking for any sign of his feelings on the task that she has just outlined. 'If you are able to divine what the banshee knows about the spellbook and bring me this information, I will gift you some healing potions as a token of thanks from the church of Tymora.'
Linene's face softens slightly at the mention of both Elmira and Gundren. 'I may be able to help a friend of Elmira's,' she says. 'Arrows I can do.' She eyes Alden's longbow to get an idea of the correct size. Then looks at Lukuth. 'Axes might be trickier. Unless it's a wood cutting axe you want. I guess it'll split a goblin as good as it'll split a log.'
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”As long as it can deal with goblins I don’t think there’ll be a problem.”
Linene's face softens slightly at the mention of both Elmira and Gundren. 'I may be able to help a friend of Elmira's,' she says. 'Arrows I can do.' She eyes Alden's longbow to get an idea of the correct size. Then looks at Lukuth. 'Axes might be trickier. Unless it's a wood cutting axe you want. I guess it'll split a goblin as good as it'll split a log.'
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”As long as it can deal with goblins I don’t think there’ll be a problem.”
'Right-o,' says Linene, as she turns and fishes a bunch of keys from a pouch in her apron. She walks to a sturdy door behind the counter and unlocks two separate locks before swinging it open into a dark room beyond. She steps in and emerges a few moments later with a bundle of long arrows in one hand and a utilitarian-looking wood axe in the other. Placing both on the counter, she looks from Alden to Luk and back again. 'That'll be three gold for the axe, and five silver for ten arrows. How many goblins are you planning on splitting?'
Listening to the details of the favour that Sister Garale speaks, Aeran gets increasingly intrigued. In his mind, her story reminds him of his childhood, of days of exploration and fun spent with his best friends. Of course, now that is all gone, just a bittersweet memory of the past, but regardless, he finds himself nodding, as he listens to the elf.
"A banshee? That sounds most interesting, " he says finally, his face showing his obvious interest in the task at hand. "I am not sure what the plans of my companions would be, but I am eager to head to Conybery as soon as we return from our upcoming journey." he assures the cleric. But then he raises an eyebrow, a question in his golden eyes. "But what would a shrine do with a spelling book such as this?" he probes. What could be so special about this book if the Sister herself tried to look for it?
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Listening to the details of the favour that Sister Garale speaks, Aeran gets increasingly intrigued. In his mind, her story reminds him of his childhood, of days of exploration and fun spent with his best friends. Of course, now that is all gone, just a bittersweet memory of the past, but regardless, he finds himself nodding, as he listens to the elf.
"A banshee? That sounds most interesting, " he says finally, his face showing his obvious interest in the task at hand. "I am not sure what the plans of my companions would be, but I am eager to head to Conybery as soon as we return from our upcoming journey." he assures the cleric. But then he raises an eyebrow, a question in his golden eyes. "But what would a shrine do with a spelling book such as this?" he probes. What could be so special about this book if the Sister herself tried to look for it?
The corners of Sister Garaele's mouth twitch upwards. 'Yes, an astute question, of course. What indeed would the church of Tymora want with a spellbook, when our powers are bestowed upon us by Lady Luck herself? Mm, it is more about keeping this book safe. Away from those who would use the powerful magic contained within it to do great harm. If we are able to track it down then so are others with perhaps... darker... motives. If we can lock it away safely then we know it cannot be used to do harm.'
Se pauses for a moment. 'You have pressing business? You mentioned an upcoming journey.'
I would take 20 if possible placing 10 Silver on the counter said the Ranger with a smile
'A great many goblins, then,' says Linene, with the first hint of a smile that you've seen. 'Unless you shoot like you've got your eyes closed of course.'
She scoops the silver from the counter and puts it in her pouch, then returns to the dark room. She re-emerges holding another bundle of ten arrows tied with twine and places them on the counter before looking at Lukuth expectantly.
Linene's face softens slightly at the mention of both Elmira and Gundren. 'I may be able to help a friend of Elmira's,' she says. 'Arrows I can do.' She eyes Alden's longbow to get an idea of the correct size. Then looks at Lukuth. 'Axes might be trickier. Unless it's a wood cutting axe you want. I guess it'll split a goblin as good as it'll split a log.'
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”As long as it can deal with goblins I don’t think there’ll be a problem.”
'Right-o,' says Linene, as she turns and fishes a bunch of keys from a pouch in her apron. She walks to a sturdy door behind the counter and unlocks two separate locks before swinging it open into a dark room beyond. She steps in and emerges a few moments later with a bundle of long arrows in one hand and a utilitarian-looking wood axe in the other. Placing both on the counter, she looks from Alden to Luk and back again. 'That'll be three gold for the axe, and five silver for ten arrows. How many goblins are you planning on splitting?'
Luk hefts the axe and smiles, “This will do, in answer to how many goblins I’ll spilt it’ll be all I find.”
The high elf offers his polite, pleasant smile to the cleric yet again, despite something suddenly feeling off about this whole ordeal.
"Indeed, our journey beckons us," Aeran responds with a slight nod, acknowledging Sister Garaele's question without offering further details. He decides not to delve deeper into the conversation regarding the spellbook, choosing instead to maintain a certain level of discretion. "If we can assist in securing the spellbook, we will certainly do our utmost to help. We do need to depart soon, but I will think about your request on the way. "
With a faint smile, Aeran adds, changing the topic slightly, "Before we depart, we seek Lady Tymora's favour and blessings for our journey ahead. We hope to earn her guidance and fortune as we proceed on our task. What do you think, Sister Garaele, would Lady Luck bestow some of her favour on us?"
His warm and polite attitude towards the other elf doesn't change for a second, but he can't help but feel a bit wary about whether the healer is really honest with him.
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Thank you my dearest - these will serve us well said the ranger with a smile after examining the well-crafted arrowheads.
Whilst we have a moment to chat - what does the latest village rash say? Any unusual occurrences lately? Alden asked curiously So apart from stray goblins in the woods?
The high elf offers his polite, pleasant smile to the cleric yet again, despite something suddenly feeling off about this whole ordeal.
"Indeed, our journey beckons us," Aeran responds with a slight nod, acknowledging Sister Garaele's question without offering further details. He decides not to delve deeper into the conversation regarding the spellbook, choosing instead to maintain a certain level of discretion. "If we can assist in securing the spellbook, we will certainly do our utmost to help. We do need to depart soon, but I will think about your request on the way. "
With a faint smile, Aeran adds, changing the topic slightly, "Before we depart, we seek Lady Tymora's favour and blessings for our journey ahead. We hope to earn her guidance and fortune as we proceed on our task. What do you think, Sister Garaele, would Lady Luck bestow some of her favour on us?"
His warm and polite attitude towards the other elf doesn't change for a second, but he can't help but feel a bit wary about whether the healer is really honest with him.
'We are most grateful for your consideration. Lady Tymora blesses your endeavours and I hope to see you again soon.' She smiles.
Roll Insight if you wish to determine any more about Sister Garaele's words or intentions.
Linene's face softens slightly at the mention of both Elmira and Gundren. 'I may be able to help a friend of Elmira's,' she says. 'Arrows I can do.' She eyes Alden's longbow to get an idea of the correct size. Then looks at Lukuth. 'Axes might be trickier. Unless it's a wood cutting axe you want. I guess it'll split a goblin as good as it'll split a log.'
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”As long as it can deal with goblins I don’t think there’ll be a problem.”
'Right-o,' says Linene, as she turns and fishes a bunch of keys from a pouch in her apron. She walks to a sturdy door behind the counter and unlocks two separate locks before swinging it open into a dark room beyond. She steps in and emerges a few moments later with a bundle of long arrows in one hand and a utilitarian-looking wood axe in the other. Placing both on the counter, she looks from Alden to Luk and back again. 'That'll be three gold for the axe, and five silver for ten arrows. How many goblins are you planning on splitting?'
Luk hefts the axe and smiles, “This will do, in answer to how many goblins I’ll spilt it’ll be all I find.”
Linene nods in satisfaction. 'Best thing to do with them, I find. Three gold for the axe then.'
Thank you my dearest - these will serve us well said the ranger with a smile after examining the well-crafted arrowheads.
Whilst we have a moment to chat - what does the latest village rash say? Any unusual occurrences lately? Alden asked curiously So apart from stray goblins in the woods?
'Unusual occurrences? I'll say. It's pretty unusual these days that I've got any stock to sell you. Our supply wagons keep getting hit by bandits and there's no authority here with the balls to do anything about it. I don't know who's doing it, but the latest lot of supplies I was expecting never got here. It's getting to the point where we need to hire a small army to protect a single wagon, and then the numbers just don't add up. Plus we've now got a shipment of weapons in the wrong hands. We've actually put up a reward for that one. Hopefully fifty gold will be enough to tempt one of the scumbags to turn on his mates and bring our stuff back.' Linene sounds quite bitter about the struggles of getting supplies through to Phandalin.
'Anyway, what are you two doing here? You don't look much like miners to me. And going looking for goblins? Most try to steer clear if they can.'
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Aeran bows his head slightly, in appreciation of the blessing. Then he lifts his head, golden locks ruffling around his face. "Thank you, Sister Garaele, " he looks at her face again (Insight: 19). "I will make sure to talk to my comrades and see what they think about making a stop at Conybery on our way back".
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Elmira gives the goliath a good-natured wink and a smile. 'I'll put some extra in for you. You'll need your energy I think.'
To the party as you leave her shop, she calls, 'Good luck! Lady Tymora be with you.'
Of course, with Aeran's recollection earlier, he knows that the shrine in the town square is a shrine to Tymora, the goddess of luck and good fortune. He heads there to check it out whilst Alden and Lukuth continue on to the Lionshield Coster to see about arming themselves for the forthcoming trials. Mayres, barely noticing anything outside of his book, trails absently after Aeran.
As Aeran and Mayres approach the shrine, a young female elf in religious robes emerges from a nearby building. Her eyes fall on the newcomers, and she glances at the other two making their way across the square before she addresses herself to Aeran. 'Good morning travellers,' she says. Her voice is light and pleasant, though you detect a hint of strain in there. 'May the blessing of Lady Tymora be upon you and may you find good fortune in your endeavours. Welcome to Phandalin. My name is Sister Garaele. May I ask what brings you here?'
Can Aeran or Mayres (probably Aeran as Mayres is buried in a book) roll insight or perception please. Whichever you prefer.
Luk and Alden find the Lionshield Coster without any difficulty. It is exactly as Elmira described, and there is a sign outside in the shape of a shield bearing a painted stylised blue lion. On entering the building you see that it is constructed very similarly to Barthen's Provisions, though it is slightly larger. There are wooden shelves and stands occupied by mining equipment. Picks, hammers, spikes, lanterns, kegs, sacks, rope, and all manner of things that would be useful to an underground enterprise. There are no weapons immediately visible among the stock. As you enter, a tall, sinewy human woman of middle years with greying brown hair turns from restocking one of her shelves. This must be the Linene that Elmira mentioned.
Linene wipes her hands on the leather apron that she is wearing over her simple, dark tunic and trousers. 'Can I help?' she asks. Her tone is not hostile but neither is it friendly.
Aeran lets Alden and Luk proceed the Lionshield Coster, while he himself, accompanied by Mayres, stops at the shrine. As he examines the statue of Tymora in front, he can’t help but hope that maybe this is a good sign. Perhaps Lady Luck will bestow her favour upon their group and she will guide them to find Gundrun and his companion alive and well. His contemplation is interrupted by the appearance of a female elf who approaches the two adventurers.
“Good morning, Sister Garaele,” Aeran greets her warmly. He hadn’t anticipated the town's cleric to be an elf, so his face betrays some of the surprise. "Thank you for your welcome. We were assisting with a delivery of supplies for Barthen's Provisions," he explains, gesturing toward Mayres, who remains absorbed in his book. Aeran can't help but notice the cleric's strained tone and he recounts the conversations he’s had so far with Elmira and the innkeeper’s wife, sparking a faint concern within him for the healer. His eyes observe her features, searching for any signs of unease. (Insight: 4)
Sensing the opportunity to gather more information, he continues, "We're also here seeking information about any potential vagabonds after experiencing some trouble on the road. Have you heard anything about recent happenings or disturbances near Phandalin?" Aeran hopes the sister might provide some insights that could assist them in their quest to find Gundrun and the missing Tharden and Nundro, but also share if something troubles her as well, as it was implied by the earlier conversations with the other two women.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Linene? Asked the ranger.
Greetings. elmira recommended you to us. You are supposed to be the best address here when it comes to cutting and stabbing weapons and all kinds of utensils that could help us keep annoying and ambushig little goblins off our backs? The ranger grinned.
I am Alden and this is my friend luk We are friends of gundren. And we would like to equip ourselves for, let's say, a short hike near your beautiful village His grin widened and he had to laugh to himself as well
I'm looking for arrows and my friend here is a big fan of axes, as you can easily see. Big axes
Luk points at his chest, “Me Luk. You lady Linene?”
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You study the cleric's face and movements, but apart from the strain in her voice, which you put down to the tension pervading the village due to the Redbrands' presence, you find nothing amiss. She smiles slightly at the mention of Barthen's Provisions.
'Vagabonds, you say? Well, yes, as it happens we have been plagued by a band of ruffians of late. Red-cloaked hooligans causing trouble for the townsfolk. There seems little resolve around here to resist them unfortunately, and certainly no lawful authority with sufficient resource to deal with the problem. Harbin, the townmaster that is, seems, err...' she struggles to find a way to put it delicately, 'perhaps focussed on other things, which I'm sure are also very important. We cannot presume to know the burdens that such a position can place on a man. However, the people of Phandalin are growing somewhat frustrated that his focus is not necessarily on what they see as their most pressing need.'
She tilts her head to one side, seeming to contemplate something. Then reaches a conclusion and speaks further. 'You seem like a capable group of people, assuming those other two men heading to the Lionshield Coster are with you as well. Would you consider undertaking a small favour for the benefit of the church of Tymora? My superiors have charged me with a task but frustratingly I lack the resources to carry it out on my own. I think I could find something to gift you in return if you were willing to assist.'
Linene's face softens slightly at the mention of both Elmira and Gundren. 'I may be able to help a friend of Elmira's,' she says. 'Arrows I can do.' She eyes Alden's longbow to get an idea of the correct size. Then looks at Lukuth. 'Axes might be trickier. Unless it's a wood cutting axe you want. I guess it'll split a goblin as good as it'll split a log.'
Aeran listens carefully to Sister Garaele, his palm rubbing his chin slowly. Her words confirm what he has already heard from the other people, how these Redbrands obviously harass the town and the townspeople's struggles against them. "They could do well with some help to stand against these bullies," he thinks, feeling empathy towards all these strangers, caught in between bandits and disinterested townsmaster.
The elf's expression remains neutral, though he nods understandingly. "The Redbrands seem to have brought quite the trouble to your town. It's disheartening to witness the lack of authority to address such issues," he says in agreement with Sister Garaele's words. When she asks for a favour, his forehead furrows slightly as he considers her request. He is a bit worried about getting their rescue mission even more delayed, but he can't just deny help when someone outright asks him for it. "Of course, Sister Garaele. If it is anything that I or my companions can help with, we are more than willing to assist if it will bring any relief to the town. What is it you need aid with?" Aeran asks after a few moments, sensing that this might be yet another opportunity to earn the favour not only of Sister Garaele and the townspeople, but also to redeem himself in front of their goddess.
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Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
'Oh, thank you,' she says, with a look of relief, 'that's very kind of you. My superiors seek a particular item, a spellbook that used to belong to the wizard Bowgentle. Its whereabouts are unknown and have been for over a century, but we believe that we have a lead. There is a banshee named Agatha that haunts the village of Conybery, about fifty miles from here, and there is reason to think that she may know of the book and might even know its location. The difficulty of course is getting a banshee to cooperate.' She gives a wan smile at this. 'I went there myself a few days ago but was... unsuccessful. She, ah, wasn't in a cooperative mood. She did however make mention of some baubles that she owned in life, and I think if presented with such a thing she might just be willing to divulge what she knows. I understand from my research that there are likely to be some belongings of hers in Conybery itself. You will need to search among the ruins to find anything though - the village has been abandoned for many a year.'
She studies Aeran's face, looking for any sign of his feelings on the task that she has just outlined. 'If you are able to divine what the banshee knows about the spellbook and bring me this information, I will gift you some healing potions as a token of thanks from the church of Tymora.'
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”As long as it can deal with goblins I don’t think there’ll be a problem.”
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'Right-o,' says Linene, as she turns and fishes a bunch of keys from a pouch in her apron. She walks to a sturdy door behind the counter and unlocks two separate locks before swinging it open into a dark room beyond. She steps in and emerges a few moments later with a bundle of long arrows in one hand and a utilitarian-looking wood axe in the other. Placing both on the counter, she looks from Alden to Luk and back again. 'That'll be three gold for the axe, and five silver for ten arrows. How many goblins are you planning on splitting?'
Listening to the details of the favour that Sister Garale speaks, Aeran gets increasingly intrigued. In his mind, her story reminds him of his childhood, of days of exploration and fun spent with his best friends. Of course, now that is all gone, just a bittersweet memory of the past, but regardless, he finds himself nodding, as he listens to the elf.
"A banshee? That sounds most interesting, " he says finally, his face showing his obvious interest in the task at hand. "I am not sure what the plans of my companions would be, but I am eager to head to Conybery as soon as we return from our upcoming journey." he assures the cleric. But then he raises an eyebrow, a question in his golden eyes. "But what would a shrine do with a spelling book such as this?" he probes. What could be so special about this book if the Sister herself tried to look for it?
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
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I would take 20 if possible placing 10 Silver on the counter said the Ranger with a smile
The corners of Sister Garaele's mouth twitch upwards. 'Yes, an astute question, of course. What indeed would the church of Tymora want with a spellbook, when our powers are bestowed upon us by Lady Luck herself? Mm, it is more about keeping this book safe. Away from those who would use the powerful magic contained within it to do great harm. If we are able to track it down then so are others with perhaps... darker... motives. If we can lock it away safely then we know it cannot be used to do harm.'
Se pauses for a moment. 'You have pressing business? You mentioned an upcoming journey.'
'A great many goblins, then,' says Linene, with the first hint of a smile that you've seen. 'Unless you shoot like you've got your eyes closed of course.'
She scoops the silver from the counter and puts it in her pouch, then returns to the dark room. She re-emerges holding another bundle of ten arrows tied with twine and places them on the counter before looking at Lukuth expectantly.
Luk hefts the axe and smiles, “This will do, in answer to how many goblins I’ll spilt it’ll be all I find.”
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Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
The high elf offers his polite, pleasant smile to the cleric yet again, despite something suddenly feeling off about this whole ordeal.
"Indeed, our journey beckons us," Aeran responds with a slight nod, acknowledging Sister Garaele's question without offering further details. He decides not to delve deeper into the conversation regarding the spellbook, choosing instead to maintain a certain level of discretion. "If we can assist in securing the spellbook, we will certainly do our utmost to help. We do need to depart soon, but I will think about your request on the way. "
With a faint smile, Aeran adds, changing the topic slightly, "Before we depart, we seek Lady Tymora's favour and blessings for our journey ahead. We hope to earn her guidance and fortune as we proceed on our task. What do you think, Sister Garaele, would Lady Luck bestow some of her favour on us?"
His warm and polite attitude towards the other elf doesn't change for a second, but he can't help but feel a bit wary about whether the healer is really honest with him.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
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Thank you my dearest - these will serve us well said the ranger with a smile after examining the well-crafted arrowheads.
Whilst we have a moment to chat - what does the latest village rash say? Any unusual occurrences lately? Alden asked curiously So apart from stray goblins in the woods?
'We are most grateful for your consideration. Lady Tymora blesses your endeavours and I hope to see you again soon.' She smiles.
Roll Insight if you wish to determine any more about Sister Garaele's words or intentions.
Linene nods in satisfaction. 'Best thing to do with them, I find. Three gold for the axe then.'
'Unusual occurrences? I'll say. It's pretty unusual these days that I've got any stock to sell you. Our supply wagons keep getting hit by bandits and there's no authority here with the balls to do anything about it. I don't know who's doing it, but the latest lot of supplies I was expecting never got here. It's getting to the point where we need to hire a small army to protect a single wagon, and then the numbers just don't add up. Plus we've now got a shipment of weapons in the wrong hands. We've actually put up a reward for that one. Hopefully fifty gold will be enough to tempt one of the scumbags to turn on his mates and bring our stuff back.' Linene sounds quite bitter about the struggles of getting supplies through to Phandalin.
'Anyway, what are you two doing here? You don't look much like miners to me. And going looking for goblins? Most try to steer clear if they can.'
Aeran bows his head slightly, in appreciation of the blessing. Then he lifts his head, golden locks ruffling around his face. "Thank you, Sister Garaele, " he looks at her face again (Insight: 19). "I will make sure to talk to my comrades and see what they think about making a stop at Conybery on our way back".
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
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