"I can do everything, lad, apart from the waterskin." He tallies it up in his head and looks at the sorry state of the Dragonborn. "I'll do it all for seven gold, seeing as you're a lad in need. You could ask at they inn, they might have a few spare waterskins if you're desperate."
Willow would follow the party, but as she is not mentioned much more than in Moralesh's impossible to follow spoken paragraph, the fact she has no idea who the others are talking to, and the sheer volume of words being spoken- She has little to add. It's possible she isn't even keeping track at all, as she looks at the owners shop, her interest in shiny things kept at a distance.
"Barthen keep nice shop. Admire lots of things in one place. All things have stories?" She seems a bit lost to what is going on, but when she is handed the small pouch of gold, she takes it and looks it over strangely. "Oh, coins! Willow rarely have coins. Always tell Willow one coin buy more than one thing. But never explain."
Barthen looks around the party and his gaze settles on Willow. "You'd be Miss Willow then." He gives her a smile. "Everything here is waiting for a story, little Miss. You want to help some find theirs?"
As Moralesh hands over the 7 gold he looks down at Willow when she starts talking. “Miss Willow you need some stuff to. Mr. Barthen, could you help my friend, she had the same fate as me.”
Willow looks to Moralesh, and seems to just stare.
"Same fate? Was captured, yes. Likely not live same way. Not die same way. Me like small things, but not need. Nature provide plenty when need if smart in looking." She looks at the backpack and bedroll a bit longingly, "Except pack pack for putting in and roll fluff pocket. Nature not give those. Civilization have! Willow buy? After buy, go to Coaster? They will want things back."
Moralesh nods and says with a air of authority. “Agreed. Mr. Barthen 1 pack-pack and bedroll for Miss Willow please.” After which he gathers up his things and heads towards the door. “Oh how rude of me. I will pay for Miss Willow. She has been a good friend.” He pulls out 4 gold coins and offers them to Barthen.
Barthen laughs and puts a backpack and bedroll on the counter. "You sure this is all you need? " He puts a couple of blankets down as well. "You can have all this for two gold, if you want it," he says.
"Mr Barthen a last word before we departure..u mentioned Linene is plagued by bandits and I couldn't help myself but noticing u were looking suspiciously around and told us to conduct business inside..so here comes my question...do u have also problem with some dodgy individuals?" Said Sylharice in a low voice
Willow seems interested in the blankets more now, tilting her head as she eyes them.
"Not ever be snug as bug before. Two coins?" She would hand him the gold coins. As Sylharice is talking, Willow would look to stare at him; "All folk have trouble with bandit. Things owner not want to lose things. Simple concept. Also told conduct business usually happen inside place. Cant give things outside of shop! Extra steps, seem unwelcome."
"Bandits? Oh, she's been hit bad by bandits. Same ones that took Gundren I'm willing to bet. Nothing like that in town really." He sighs and lowers his voice conspiratorially. "There's a group call 'emselves the Redbrands. They like to pretend they're the town watch, but really they're nothing other than a bunch o' thugs." His eyes wander to the door. "They're making life a misery for folks, trying to intimidate them and the likes. Not had too much trouble m'self, but..." he shrugs, "...it's only a matter of time really."
"Redbrands hmm ...I ll keep it in mind..thanks again for all the help..we might have to ask linene more about those incidents..with discretion of course...and if u don't mind how do they look?they have uniforms or insignia? continues whispering Sylharice
"You'll spot them soon enough. Wander around in groups wearing red capes," Barthen says absentmindedly. "Linene sure will be glad to see you, I reckon." He taps the table. "Oh yes, totally forgot. Just be a minute." He moves from behind the counter and disappears through a door to another room reappearing a moment later with what looks like a letter. "This arrived last night for Gundren. All the way from Neverwinter." He looks at the letter curiously. "Marked urgent. I guess you folks should have it, if you're going looking for him that is?" He leaves that open as a question and holds the letter out.
“Oh Yes! On the Miss Linene. She was nice to let us work for her. She’ll be happy we’re alive and that we have her goods. And that we stopped those goblins too!”
As they travel Moralesh continues mimicking Sylharice but the movements become more agitated and impatient.
As soon as they leave Sylharice turns to his raven " Huginn i need from u to fly around the town...soon I ll need to see and hear through you.now go!" And the raven flies off
"I can do everything, lad, apart from the waterskin." He tallies it up in his head and looks at the sorry state of the Dragonborn. "I'll do it all for seven gold, seeing as you're a lad in need. You could ask at they inn, they might have a few spare waterskins if you're desperate."
Willow would follow the party, but as she is not mentioned much more than in Moralesh's impossible to follow spoken paragraph, the fact she has no idea who the others are talking to, and the sheer volume of words being spoken- She has little to add. It's possible she isn't even keeping track at all, as she looks at the owners shop, her interest in shiny things kept at a distance.
"Barthen keep nice shop. Admire lots of things in one place. All things have stories?" She seems a bit lost to what is going on, but when she is handed the small pouch of gold, she takes it and looks it over strangely. "Oh, coins! Willow rarely have coins. Always tell Willow one coin buy more than one thing. But never explain."
Barthen looks around the party and his gaze settles on Willow. "You'd be Miss Willow then." He gives her a smile. "Everything here is waiting for a story, little Miss. You want to help some find theirs?"
As Moralesh hands over the 7 gold he looks down at Willow when she starts talking. “Miss Willow you need some stuff to. Mr. Barthen, could you help my friend, she had the same fate as me.”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Willow looks to Moralesh, and seems to just stare.
"Same fate? Was captured, yes. Likely not live same way. Not die same way. Me like small things, but not need. Nature provide plenty when need if smart in looking." She looks at the backpack and bedroll a bit longingly, "Except pack pack for putting in and roll fluff pocket. Nature not give those. Civilization have! Willow buy? After buy, go to Coaster? They will want things back."
Moralesh nods and says with a air of authority. “Agreed. Mr. Barthen 1 pack-pack and bedroll for Miss Willow please.” After which he gathers up his things and heads towards the door. “Oh how rude of me. I will pay for Miss Willow. She has been a good friend.” He pulls out 4 gold coins and offers them to Barthen.
Loyalty Begets Honour
Barthen laughs and puts a backpack and bedroll on the counter. "You sure this is all you need? " He puts a couple of blankets down as well. "You can have all this for two gold, if you want it," he says.
Willow looks at the blankets as if she'd never seen them before. "What are those?" She touches them, looking them over a few times.
"Thin fabric. Are clothes? But no holes for head and arms and legs. How wear?"
“Keeps you warm at night, these do. It gets mighty cold up in them hills. Wrap 'em round yerself, you'll be snug as a bug.”
"Mr Barthen a last word before we departure..u mentioned Linene is plagued by bandits and I couldn't help myself but noticing u were looking suspiciously around and told us to conduct business inside..so here comes my question...do u have also problem with some dodgy individuals?" Said Sylharice in a low voice
Willow seems interested in the blankets more now, tilting her head as she eyes them.
"Not ever be snug as bug before. Two coins?" She would hand him the gold coins. As Sylharice is talking, Willow would look to stare at him; "All folk have trouble with bandit. Things owner not want to lose things. Simple concept. Also told conduct business usually happen inside place. Cant give things outside of shop! Extra steps, seem unwelcome."
"Bandits? Oh, she's been hit bad by bandits. Same ones that took Gundren I'm willing to bet. Nothing like that in town really." He sighs and lowers his voice conspiratorially. "There's a group call 'emselves the Redbrands. They like to pretend they're the town watch, but really they're nothing other than a bunch o' thugs." His eyes wander to the door. "They're making life a misery for folks, trying to intimidate them and the likes. Not had too much trouble m'self, but..." he shrugs, "...it's only a matter of time really."
"Redbrands hmm ...I ll keep it in mind..thanks again for all the help..we might have to ask linene more about those incidents..with discretion of course...and if u don't mind how do they look?they have uniforms or insignia? continues whispering Sylharice
“No, no Miss Willow. It’s on me this time. We work well together and survived that captivity.”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Graeme, seeing that the business with Barthen seems to have concluded. Asks the group...
"Well! Shall we tae Miss Linene?"
Sylharice nods
"You'll spot them soon enough. Wander around in groups wearing red capes," Barthen says absentmindedly. "Linene sure will be glad to see you, I reckon." He taps the table. "Oh yes, totally forgot. Just be a minute." He moves from behind the counter and disappears through a door to another room reappearing a moment later with what looks like a letter. "This arrived last night for Gundren. All the way from Neverwinter." He looks at the letter curiously. "Marked urgent. I guess you folks should have it, if you're going looking for him that is?" He leaves that open as a question and holds the letter out.
“Oh Yes! On the Miss Linene. She was nice to let us work for her. She’ll be happy we’re alive and that we have her goods. And that we stopped those goblins too!”
As they travel Moralesh continues mimicking Sylharice but the movements become more agitated and impatient.
Loyalty Begets Honour
As soon as they leave Sylharice turns to his raven " Huginn i need from u to fly around the town...soon I ll need to see and hear through you.now go!" And the raven flies off
Willow will grab the letter, eye it suspiciously, then hand it to Graeme.
"Sylharice too strange to have letter. Might open and ask it where Gundren is though already know. Graeme have letter."