Turning to look at the person who spoke to her there is a brief flash of surprise and her gaze keeps darting back to the horns as she answers. “Umm....Yes actually. I started my training as a wizard recently. Are you ahh...learning magic too?”
9 observes their exchange with some level of amusement, finishing up in the breakfast. She inhales the sharp morning air, although still warm. She always though that winter was the best season, even being naked in a cell during freezing snow barely changed her opinion.
Nemeia turns back to her companion with a shocked expression on her face before turning back to the human attempting to appear reserved. "I've been trying to research regional uses of arcana and to say my notes are rather empty would be an understatement. I was beginning to think I wouldn't find another purveyor of the arts for months at this rate." As if she felt this exact moment was the time to prove herself to this stranger, Nemeia pulls several rings from her satchel. She places the rings on her fingers and gestures in the air. A spectral hand forms in the air beside her own mimicking the same movements she makes. Nemeia does a little flourish before she lowers her hand. She slides the rings off and stores them into her satchel.
Nemeia is full of excitement at the prospect of talking more about with arcana with someone that has an understanding of it. She's also doing her best to not annoy the woman like she did the elven artificer that rushed her out of his shop. She stands there with a smile as if waiting for a response.
Moira watches in fascination, even halting her incessant checking of the tiefling’s horns, as the hand appears she gives a look of joyful recognition. “Oh oh, I know that one!“ She takes her pack off and digs out a wand of dark wood. She holds the wand out ”Sugam sunam”A thin whips of smoke issues from the wand forming into a similar hand. Moira directs it over toward 9 and the hand waves before disappearing again.
For any who speak infernal.
Moira used infernal to speak her incantation “Mage hand.”
Witt casts Light on his hand, and then waves, before releasing the spell. Hi there,he says to Nemeia. I'm not as good as Moira, though. She blasted a goblin with some kind of energy I've never seen before. I hope you haven't had any problems with goblins. The roads seem to be getting more dangerous each year.
Nemeia looks on in excitement as the others show her their gifts. She looks back at her companion and waves at her to get her to come over. "My name is Nemeia. I'm from Gearglow. It's great to find some people that share a passion for arcana away from home." She listens as the halfling describes the goblins. "We ran across some bandits on the way here. She handed them pretty easily though she did get wounded by a crossbow bolt." Nemeia motions at her companion.
Oh dear. Bandits? Are you fully recovered?Witt asks Nemeia's companion. Is there anything I can do to help? I've never been so far as Gearglow. We made it to Sorgem two years ago, but that's about it. I'd love to visit sometime.
Nemeia nods. "They tried to hold us up for our coin purses. They actually had the nerve to shoot at us." She says is disbelief.
Thinking back on Gearglow, Nemeia beams with pride. "The gnomes there are amazing. They have crafted tinkerings beyond imagination. That's where I learned most of what I can do. My father actually has a shop there in town if you ever make it."
"I managed to avoid being hit luckily. We've had pretty safe travels otherwise. I met her in Etrona." Nemeia gestures at her companion. "From there we traveled to Corem. And now we're here. I was hoping to learn more from tinkerers on the way, but I haven't really found anyone that had anything to teach." Nemeia spins a small tool between her fingers as she speaks. "So you all are in a caravan? What's that about?"
The caravan is from my village, says Witt. It's selling our produce - my family's, and also the rest of the village too. We have a few regular buyers, you see, including in Tarrin Castle which is where we're headed next. The caravan master is Gerald; he should be along in a little while, I'm not sure what's keeping him. Witt frowns and looks at the door again.
Anyway, yes, we sell our vegetables and other things like that, and sometimes people raid the caravan because they think we might be carrying something more interesting, but no, it's mostly just vegetables. Very good vegetables, mind you. So we hire on guards, and we were in Myethnas City and needed an extra guard, so I found Moira here, and... well, that's about it. Have you been to Myethnas City? It's huge. Well, it seems huge to me at least.
9 raises from her stool and approaches them, standing behind Nemeia. Upon hearing about a caravan she became visibly more tense, barely breathing. Moments of endless transport on the caravan floated around her memory, but she resisted them and concentrated on the matter at hand. She looked both the human and the halfling over in search of any iconography of Korth. Presumably finding none, she relaxes a little, but is still not confident to trust these two. “Seems like recent change in power in this kingdom mixed things up. I mean, if roads are not safe to travel, the towns won’t be safe to live in soon”, she wasn’t sure if they heard the recent rumors, and wanted to observe their reaction.
Moira - (Does Moira know what she is talking about?)
"Now we were hoping to find some adventure here. It seems they need of some sort at the mine. I was just going across the river to find someone to tell us about what kind of trouble they are having. Would you like to join us?"Moira holds the flyer she had given to the innkeeper out to the tiefling and shadar-kia. "Ohh how rude of me. I am Moira by the way. What are your names?"
Nemeia listens intently as the halfling discusses the caravan and their farm. "People seem to place a high value on food especially when they don't have much of that themselves. I'm sure several wagons of vegetables could feed some of these families for weeks. Can't eat gems after all." She takes a moment thinking of someone eating a gem and laughs. "So you're a farmer yourself or do you just handle the delivery?"
When Witt says that they are delivery to Tarrin Castle, Nemeia recalls back to what she heard in Corem. "Who is your contact at the castle? Do you manage the selling of your items once there or do you sell them to merchants for their own selling?"
When the topic moves to Moira and Myethnas, Nemeia shakes her head no. "This is the furthest west I've been. It's actually the first time I've left the Crystal Kingdom to be honest."
Nemeia looks over the paper she's been shown. "My name is Nemeia." Nemeia gives her a companion a knowing look after she reads the paper. "I think this is something we could help with as well if you're interested."
As Nemeia examines the paper she can see it's a formal notice for a job request. A noble in Myethnas - it does not say the noble's name - has a business interest in the local copper mine and has asked for people to investigate why it's been unable to deliver any more ore. It lists "Sdrueg Redpike" as the head miner in charge but no other information is provided.
Witt, while you're not certain of all of the trade details, you do know that your caravan generally sells their goods at Tarrin Castle to an official kingdom merchant who is tasked with distributing it throughout the rest of Tarrin.
9, thinks for a while before answering, “You can call me 9. Let’s go with them, don’t have anything better to do.”, she peeks at the paper, trying to remember the names written on it
Moira - (Nemeia is your skin the same color as your horns?)
"Wonderful! We should head across the river then." Moira moves and takes Nemeia's arm in her own and starts walking out the door and down the road arm in arm with the tiefling. "Don't feel to bad about having never left your kingdom I never left the town I grew up in until now. This is only the second town I've been to outside of where I grew up. I'm sorry I have to ask. You are a tiefling right? I love your horns. The coloring on them is just lovely. What is your home like. I thought Stilstream was small, that's where I'm from, but its bigger than this place, nothing like Myethnas City though. That was huge, and so pretty. But everything costs so much. This place was actually kind of cheap.....but I don't think innkeeper ever gave me my change. Can you imagine? That is so rude....." Moira continues barely stopping for breath as she pulls Nemeia along.
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Moira
Turning to look at the person who spoke to her there is a brief flash of surprise and her gaze keeps darting back to the horns as she answers. “Umm....Yes actually. I started my training as a wizard recently. Are you ahh...learning magic too?”
9 observes their exchange with some level of amusement, finishing up in the breakfast. She inhales the sharp morning air, although still warm. She always though that winter was the best season, even being naked in a cell during freezing snow barely changed her opinion.
Nemeia turns back to her companion with a shocked expression on her face before turning back to the human attempting to appear reserved. "I've been trying to research regional uses of arcana and to say my notes are rather empty would be an understatement. I was beginning to think I wouldn't find another purveyor of the arts for months at this rate." As if she felt this exact moment was the time to prove herself to this stranger, Nemeia pulls several rings from her satchel. She places the rings on her fingers and gestures in the air. A spectral hand forms in the air beside her own mimicking the same movements she makes. Nemeia does a little flourish before she lowers her hand. She slides the rings off and stores them into her satchel.
Nemeia is full of excitement at the prospect of talking more about with arcana with someone that has an understanding of it. She's also doing her best to not annoy the woman like she did the elven artificer that rushed her out of his shop. She stands there with a smile as if waiting for a response.
Moira
Moira watches in fascination, even halting her incessant checking of the tiefling’s horns, as the hand appears she gives a look of joyful recognition. “Oh oh, I know that one!“ She takes her pack off and digs out a wand of dark wood. She holds the wand out ”Sugam sunam” A thin whips of smoke issues from the wand forming into a similar hand. Moira directs it over toward 9 and the hand waves before disappearing again.
For any who speak infernal.
Moira used infernal to speak her incantation “Mage hand.”
Moira
”And Witt does magic too. Show her Witt!”
Witt casts Light on his hand, and then waves, before releasing the spell. Hi there, he says to Nemeia. I'm not as good as Moira, though. She blasted a goblin with some kind of energy I've never seen before. I hope you haven't had any problems with goblins. The roads seem to be getting more dangerous each year.
Nemeia looks on in excitement as the others show her their gifts. She looks back at her companion and waves at her to get her to come over. "My name is Nemeia. I'm from Gearglow. It's great to find some people that share a passion for arcana away from home." She listens as the halfling describes the goblins. "We ran across some bandits on the way here. She handed them pretty easily though she did get wounded by a crossbow bolt." Nemeia motions at her companion.
Oh dear. Bandits? Are you fully recovered? Witt asks Nemeia's companion. Is there anything I can do to help? I've never been so far as Gearglow. We made it to Sorgem two years ago, but that's about it. I'd love to visit sometime.
Nemeia nods. "They tried to hold us up for our coin purses. They actually had the nerve to shoot at us." She says is disbelief.
Thinking back on Gearglow, Nemeia beams with pride. "The gnomes there are amazing. They have crafted tinkerings beyond imagination. That's where I learned most of what I can do. My father actually has a shop there in town if you ever make it."
Moira
Looking over at 9 sympathetically “I got hit too. Took an arrow to the knee. Thanks to Witt’s healing I can still be an adventurer.”
(sorry I’ll go sit in the corner now. 😞)
"I managed to avoid being hit luckily. We've had pretty safe travels otherwise. I met her in Etrona." Nemeia gestures at her companion. "From there we traveled to Corem. And now we're here. I was hoping to learn more from tinkerers on the way, but I haven't really found anyone that had anything to teach." Nemeia spins a small tool between her fingers as she speaks. "So you all are in a caravan? What's that about?"
The caravan is from my village, says Witt. It's selling our produce - my family's, and also the rest of the village too. We have a few regular buyers, you see, including in Tarrin Castle which is where we're headed next. The caravan master is Gerald; he should be along in a little while, I'm not sure what's keeping him. Witt frowns and looks at the door again.
Anyway, yes, we sell our vegetables and other things like that, and sometimes people raid the caravan because they think we might be carrying something more interesting, but no, it's mostly just vegetables. Very good vegetables, mind you. So we hire on guards, and we were in Myethnas City and needed an extra guard, so I found Moira here, and... well, that's about it. Have you been to Myethnas City? It's huge. Well, it seems huge to me at least.
9 raises from her stool and approaches them, standing behind Nemeia. Upon hearing about a caravan she became visibly more tense, barely breathing. Moments of endless transport on the caravan floated around her memory, but she resisted them and concentrated on the matter at hand. She looked both the human and the halfling over in search of any iconography of Korth. Presumably finding none, she relaxes a little, but is still not confident to trust these two. “Seems like recent change in power in this kingdom mixed things up. I mean, if roads are not safe to travel, the towns won’t be safe to live in soon”, she wasn’t sure if they heard the recent rumors, and wanted to observe their reaction.
Moira - (Does Moira know what she is talking about?)
"Now we were hoping to find some adventure here. It seems they need of some sort at the mine. I was just going across the river to find someone to tell us about what kind of trouble they are having. Would you like to join us?" Moira holds the flyer she had given to the innkeeper out to the tiefling and shadar-kia. "Ohh how rude of me. I am Moira by the way. What are your names?"
Nemeia listens intently as the halfling discusses the caravan and their farm. "People seem to place a high value on food especially when they don't have much of that themselves. I'm sure several wagons of vegetables could feed some of these families for weeks. Can't eat gems after all." She takes a moment thinking of someone eating a gem and laughs. "So you're a farmer yourself or do you just handle the delivery?"
When Witt says that they are delivery to Tarrin Castle, Nemeia recalls back to what she heard in Corem. "Who is your contact at the castle? Do you manage the selling of your items once there or do you sell them to merchants for their own selling?"
When the topic moves to Moira and Myethnas, Nemeia shakes her head no. "This is the furthest west I've been. It's actually the first time I've left the Crystal Kingdom to be honest."
Nemeia looks over the paper she's been shown. "My name is Nemeia." Nemeia gives her a companion a knowing look after she reads the paper. "I think this is something we could help with as well if you're interested."
As Nemeia examines the paper she can see it's a formal notice for a job request. A noble in Myethnas - it does not say the noble's name - has a business interest in the local copper mine and has asked for people to investigate why it's been unable to deliver any more ore. It lists "Sdrueg Redpike" as the head miner in charge but no other information is provided.
Witt, while you're not certain of all of the trade details, you do know that your caravan generally sells their goods at Tarrin Castle to an official kingdom merchant who is tasked with distributing it throughout the rest of Tarrin.
9, thinks for a while before answering, “You can call me 9. Let’s go with them, don’t have anything better to do.”, she peeks at the paper, trying to remember the names written on it
Moira - (Nemeia is your skin the same color as your horns?)
"Wonderful! We should head across the river then." Moira moves and takes Nemeia's arm in her own and starts walking out the door and down the road arm in arm with the tiefling. "Don't feel to bad about having never left your kingdom I never left the town I grew up in until now. This is only the second town I've been to outside of where I grew up. I'm sorry I have to ask. You are a tiefling right? I love your horns. The coloring on them is just lovely. What is your home like. I thought Stilstream was small, that's where I'm from, but its bigger than this place, nothing like Myethnas City though. That was huge, and so pretty. But everything costs so much. This place was actually kind of cheap.....but I don't think innkeeper ever gave me my change. Can you imagine? That is so rude....." Moira continues barely stopping for breath as she pulls Nemeia along.