Tolm steps back from the counter as Sila piles the furs onto the counter, eyes widening slightly. "Well now, it looks like you're better at fightin' than you are skinnin'. These things don't go down so easy"
His eyes narrow at the V sign: "You that bunch of adventurers that Alard sent to the Stone Tooth? First one to come back, congratulations I guess"
Taking a closer look at the furs, he raises his eyebrows: "Maybe not completely lost, I can tan these and leave them workable. I can have them ready this time tomorrow, if you want to stop by and pick them up? Call it one gold piece to do all these?"
"Yes, thank you. Much more to do, many beasts in there, we've come back to gear up." She says, passing the gold piece. "Do you think you could work anything out of them? A Cloak, gloves, hood, even some fringes of fur. We have a weaver/seamstress in the group and if possible, it'd be nice for each of us to have some piece of this to wear. Our total number is 5. Or is it best to wait and see what you can salvage?" then thinking of the materials needed for working seams in leather. "I should have thought to save some gut for thread. Would you happen to have any feathers? Yellow if possible, but otherwise dyeable to yellow? We have the dye."
Tolm pulls a face that could be a grimace or a piece of lunch stuck in his teeth: "Ah now, I can tan 'em but not cut 'em. If you have a seamstress in your group then they will be able to work with the pieces once I've finished 'em"
"As you can tell, new at this sort of thing. Thank you for the information. I'll be back tomorrow to collect them." She returns to the group at the Blacksmith's to continue rounds with them.
Walking back through the door, she approaches Bree. "Looks like you might have your work cut out for you. Tolm is salvaging what he can from the wolf skins and says a good seamstress should be able to work with them. We pick them up tomorrow."
She looks over to assess how Greunic's fitting is going and steps in to wait.
Like an expectant father, Gruenic goes outside for a little while, paces, then turns around and comes back into the S&W shop, looking at the progress of his armor. He keeps muttering to himself, "I've never spent so much money at one time! Is it right? Is it worth it? It will be worth it in the end, right? So many things I could do with that... It will all be for the glory of my lady Selune..." He has post-purchase anxiety, wants to check the emblems and the markings on the armor to make sure they are right. He is awaiting Wes to be done. In light of the amount of money changing hands, he feels uncomfortable leaving the shop until he is wearing his new armor, sure that it is intact and well fitting, ready to use. He smiles at the approach of Sila, flashes the V sign, updates her on the progress. "How did things turn out for you? What else do we need here? I'm sure we need some additional provisions before we head back."
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Lucy left Tolm’s Superior Outfitting and Dry Goods just before Sila arrived. The elf girl is so gleeful that she didn't realise missing her friend. Lucy bought 4 sets of high quality travelers clothes (4gp each, total 16gp) . Because you may want to clothe after killing monsters. clothes. Also she ordered 10 days rations for her friends and herself. (Total 50 days, 25gp) The luggages is heavy, but her heart is lightened. She was never allowed to shop by herself. Lucy feels more confident than ever. Her good mood is suddenly cut by a sensation that can only be described as someone putting icy cold fingers on her back. (Scrying spell!? Mother!)
WIS save:8 (DC17. Automatically fails because Save modifier -5 and -10. The caster knows her very well and has a body part of Lucy)
Bree walks a bit with Garavant. "Hey, I was feeling a bit guilty for using your dagger, well... Guilty is a big word, but I was planning on buying a new one for you, or for myself so you can have yours back. But then you said you don't like daggers that much, so I'm not sure anymore 😅." She offers the dagger back if he wants it.
When Sila returns, Bree gets a bit anxious. "Ah... Cool.. I'm not sure is leather working is really in my ballpark. The family business is more in the area of weaving and wools and stuff." While talking she brightens up "But I'm sure together we can figure something out! If we can kill ogres and orogs we should be able to figure out leather working!"
Bree will head to the inn, arrange rooms for the night, and get a table to get something to eat and drink (of course flashing the V sign here and there). The next morning when picking up the leather and other stuff at Tolm's Bree will get 3 potions of healing (already updated the character sheet accordingly).
Garavant rather quickly and efficiently checks the hand crossbow, a glitter in his eye as he thinks of fun and exciting ways to kick off a fight at a distance in order to get better advantage on a foe. He also opts to buy some bolts for his new toy.
Walking out with Bree, he smiles at the halfling's talk of daggers. "I have another, so why don't you keep it for yourself, assuming you're not looking for an upgrade. It's a good enough dagger, but throwing knives is really not my style. It's possible that a hand crossbow might be my style--I guess we'll see!"
That done, he heads to the inn, ready to get a room, sort out his belongings (including coins) and then get ready for a good drink and a good meal.
Wes spots Gruenic pacing outside the shop and pops his head out the door, saying kindly “S-sir you may as well take some food and a bed for the night, mam will want to take her time with such a job. Believe me, you made the right decision!”
He looks over his shoulder towards the smithy, then steps outside the door and closes it gently behind him before whispering “And she really doesn’t do well with customers hanging around, even such prestigious ones”
***
Inside the Griffon’s Nest Inn and Tavern, business is getting brisk as the late-afternoon lunch crowd starts to turn into the early-evening drinking crowd; you could easily pass as either – or both.
As soon as Garavant enters, the bus boy gasps with wide eyes before turning to run over to the bar. There he gets the attention of the twin proprietors, and both brother and sister look up with surprise and joy. The brother bends down and says something to the bus boy over the din, who nimbly darts back towards you through the crowd of patrons.
In a thick local accent the boys exclaims “You came back! Follow me, you can have the guest booth!!”
He grabs Garavant’s sleeve and the rakish half-elf has no choice but to follow the enthusiastic blur through the crowd, apologizing and thanking as patrons move out of the way.
The boy ends your little chase at a fine corner booth, easily large enough to seat all of you and cordoned off with a red velveteen rope. “This is your table now” he says, beaming widely.
Sila approaches with an armload of rations in hand from Tolms laughing at Greunic's pacing. Then hears his muttered concerns and passing him a ten-day share of the rations says, "Relax my friend, I'm sure it will be splendid and well worth the coin. You'll be a shining image of piety and fierceness. The skins should be done tomorrow, then in Bree's hands to see her work her Fairweaver magic. I don't suspect we'll need too much more. Rations for sure." Crinkling her nose a little, "Perhaps a long, hot bath is also in order."
"Bree, these are yours, compliments of Lucy who left them at Tolm's. Not sure where she went. Leatherworking, why not? Tolm didn't seem to think it was that much of a stretch, perhaps we should get a kit, learn together." She hands another ten-day to Bree and then to Garavant. "The hand-crossbow suits you. Don't think I've ever seen one before." She comments eyeing the weapon.
"Greunic should I wait with you for your armor or will you accompany us to the inn for a meal and a bath? It might feel nicer inside if you slip into it clean?" She prompts following his lead.
Gruenic nods at Wes, says "I don't want to affect your artistry Wes, I will leave you alone." He nods to Sila and says "A meal and a bath sound good to me. I can't tell you how long it has been, days upon days. I haven't really thought about it, I'm sorry. I probably smell like rotten feet. Yes, a bath and a meal sound good."
Gruenic follows Sila and heads towards Griffon's Nest Inn & Tavern, walking a little lighter, feeling better about his purchase.
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Even though knowing well that it's a useless effort, the bladesinger can't help but look around and search for the source of the magical gaze. She could almost hear the familiar chuckle of her mother. To prevent the scrying, Lucy set fire to her room and burned almost all her belongings when running away from home. That was apparently not enough. Lucy's brain moves at a dizzying speed.
When was the last time she was scried? That was 3 weeks ago, when Lucy still traveled with a caravan which headed for Neverwinter. She immediately left the caravan and joined another one going toward Icewind Dale, like a wild animal doing backtrack. Mother probably has received from her henchmen that Lucy wasn't in The jewel of the North.
Did her mother know her whereabouts? Unlikely. As long as she knows, the scrying spell only gives it's user the image and sound of the target. However her mother can see the Spine of The world and the direction of the sun, it wouldn't be too hard to estimate her daughter's location.
Should she look for friends and ask for help? Yes…no, no, No! Kylie Von Weise Pflaume doesn't know her daughter joined an adventurer party. It will be better to leave her in the dark.
After a painful and long 10 minutes, Lucy feels the gaze finally leave her. The elf girl crouches down on the ground, covered in cold sweat and panting. She waits another few minutes, then stands up slowly and walks toward the tavern.
Sila heads with Greunic to the Griffon’s Nest Inn and Tavern spotting Garavant enter in the distance, followed by Bree a short distance later. She looks around for Lucy who she'd thought surely had gone this way and spots her off to the side getting up from the ground covered in sweat and panting. She rushes to her, helping her stand and balance herself. "What happened?! Were you attacked? Are you ok?" She looks her over quickly for injury or any sign as to why she is in this state. "Oh, and thank you for purchasing the rations." Making sure she had her share. "Tell me please how I can help.'" She continues leading Lucy over to a nearby wall for support.
At the blacksmith's Garavant smiles at Sila's comment about the hand crossbow. "I've seen them in action myself--though I was on the wrong side of the trigger,"he says, a vaguely pained look crossing his face for a moment.
Garavant grins at the lad's reaction to his arrival and nods his head to the twin proprietors, doffing an imaginary hat with his hand. He gladly accepts the boy's enthusiastic escort to the table. He glances around the place, looking for anyone suspicious and/or particularly attractive. Arrived at the table, Garavan'ts nimble fingers move to his belt pouch and extract a silver piece. He flips it to the boy.
"Very good, young sir,"he says. "I shall await my boon companions, but in the meantime I am very thirsty. Perhaps some wine!"
As the others begin to arrive, he waves them over. "I've procured us the finest seat in the house!"
The bus boy almost squeals at the sight of another silver coin, and there is no doubt that Garavant has secured his first fan. The half elf has barely settled into the booth and welcomed his arriving friends when the lad returns with a tray bearing a bottle each of red and white wine, plus five glasses. There is also a small silver bell, probably plated rather than valuable, which he sets in front of Garavant.
"As soon as your bottles need 'freshing, or you get a bit hungry, that'll get me over"
Sila, looking at the nearby Tavern changes direction, "Perhaps food and rest are best. You can explain while we eat, then we can all help." She escorts her friend to the Tavern, looking amusingly at Garavant in a decorated corner booth and nods to Bree just inside the door in greeting. Whispering out of the corner of her mouth to Bree slowly, "What do we have here?" Then to Lucy, "I know you're feeling poorly, but Garavant has something going on over there. A pretty silver bell in a private corner with a tray of wine and five glasses. Perhaps word is getting around?"
She helps her friend stand a little taller and strides towards the table as if this happens every day. "Garavant, I see they've already seated you. A brilliant selection of wine. Nice choice." She sits nearby adjusting her gear and pack towards the corner away from eager on-lookers.
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Gruenic joins Sila, Garavant and Bree at the table, but the relaxation after walking from Smith and Wes's shop is wiped away once he sees Lucy kneeling in the street, sweating and distressed. He walks with her and Sila to the Tavern, sits down at the table. He looks at her frequently out of the corner of his eye, assessing her, but cannot ascertain what has happened. He tries directly asking.
"Lucy, you are a strong one and made of even sterner stuff than me. But I saw you kneel out there... like you were being attacked. What happened? How can we help? If anyone is harming you...." He leaves that hanging in the air, but baring his half-orcish teeth in a grimace gives an obvious facial expression of what would happen to them.. Despite their various backgrounds and races, he feels very attached to each member of the VGS and a threat on one of them feels like a threat to them all. Like a band of brothers bound together in wartime, they have been through fierce combat together and have grown closer for the experience. Not knowing what else to do, Gruenic touches Lucy’s hand briefly and closes his eyes, saying a quick word to Selune, giving Lucy help in whatever need she has, in whatever way is the most helpful.
Garavant smiles as his companions arrive and takes a moment to pour each of them a glass of wine of their choice. "These both seem to be good vintages," he offers, having quickly sampled each before settling on the red wine.
He sits casually, loose-limbed, seemingly without a care in the world for the moment. He furrows his brow at the words from Gruenic to Lucy, then looks to the elven bladesinger to hear more. "I do hope everything is all right," he says.
Lucy stares at Sila and Gruenic with a stunned face. For a moment the fearless bloodthirsty bladesinger is gone, left is a young girl who looks lonely, lost and can't find her way home. " I'm… I'm fine." Even her voice becomes smaller. " No one attacked me. It's just… just my mother. She found me"
Lucy follows her friends to the tavern. The elf girl is silent while she is walking. And she still holds her tongue when she sits at the table. Lucy closes her eyes,more than a dozen thoughts dancing behind her eyelids. Then Gruenic touches her hand. Lucy usually punches any man who dares to lay a hand on her. But warm power flow from the half orc's fingers make her feel better and wipe out the cold cloud in her head. Lucy lets out a deep sign. "Thanks Gruenic… you are the last member to join our party, so you may not know. I promised Bree if we survive that orc pit, I will give her my secret. And we did. It's time for me to keep my word. The reason that I left my home, came all the way to this town and fought with beasts and barbarians is Sunneedle. An enchanted weapon might free me from my mother… and the marriage she arranged for me"
Sila hears Lucy describe her plight with her mother and sees the camaraderie with Gruenic. She stays silent letting him calm her nerves and just listens. To know her own mother better was something Sila had given up wishing for long ago. But maybe the lack was a blessing. To be controlled and watched in fear sounded terrifying. We must find this item.
The white wine looked enticing. She reaches forward and grasps the bottle pouring a glass for herself, it'd been a long time since wine. Inhaling deeply, then sipping the wine. "I'm in the mood for fish!" She eyes the little bell and picks it up lightly, giving it a soft ring. Looking up for the server. To whomever arrives, "Do you have fresh fish on your menu tonight? Bread and fish. Something hearty if you can manage it. Squash or potatoes? And Butter. Please tell me you have butter?"
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Tolm steps back from the counter as Sila piles the furs onto the counter, eyes widening slightly. "Well now, it looks like you're better at fightin' than you are skinnin'. These things don't go down so easy"
His eyes narrow at the V sign: "You that bunch of adventurers that Alard sent to the Stone Tooth? First one to come back, congratulations I guess"
Taking a closer look at the furs, he raises his eyebrows: "Maybe not completely lost, I can tan these and leave them workable. I can have them ready this time tomorrow, if you want to stop by and pick them up? Call it one gold piece to do all these?"
"Yes, thank you. Much more to do, many beasts in there, we've come back to gear up." She says, passing the gold piece. "Do you think you could work anything out of them? A Cloak, gloves, hood, even some fringes of fur. We have a weaver/seamstress in the group and if possible, it'd be nice for each of us to have some piece of this to wear. Our total number is 5. Or is it best to wait and see what you can salvage?" then thinking of the materials needed for working seams in leather. "I should have thought to save some gut for thread. Would you happen to have any feathers? Yellow if possible, but otherwise dyeable to yellow? We have the dye."
Tolm pulls a face that could be a grimace or a piece of lunch stuck in his teeth: "Ah now, I can tan 'em but not cut 'em. If you have a seamstress in your group then they will be able to work with the pieces once I've finished 'em"
"As you can tell, new at this sort of thing. Thank you for the information. I'll be back tomorrow to collect them." She returns to the group at the Blacksmith's to continue rounds with them.
Walking back through the door, she approaches Bree. "Looks like you might have your work cut out for you. Tolm is salvaging what he can from the wolf skins and says a good seamstress should be able to work with them. We pick them up tomorrow."
She looks over to assess how Greunic's fitting is going and steps in to wait.
Like an expectant father, Gruenic goes outside for a little while, paces, then turns around and comes back into the S&W shop, looking at the progress of his armor. He keeps muttering to himself, "I've never spent so much money at one time! Is it right? Is it worth it? It will be worth it in the end, right? So many things I could do with that... It will all be for the glory of my lady Selune..." He has post-purchase anxiety, wants to check the emblems and the markings on the armor to make sure they are right. He is awaiting Wes to be done. In light of the amount of money changing hands, he feels uncomfortable leaving the shop until he is wearing his new armor, sure that it is intact and well fitting, ready to use. He smiles at the approach of Sila, flashes the V sign, updates her on the progress. "How did things turn out for you? What else do we need here? I'm sure we need some additional provisions before we head back."
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Lucy left Tolm’s Superior Outfitting and Dry Goods just before Sila arrived. The elf girl is so gleeful that she didn't realise missing her friend. Lucy bought 4 sets of high quality travelers clothes (4gp each, total 16gp) . Because you may want to clothe after killing monsters. clothes. Also she ordered 10 days rations for her friends and herself. (Total 50 days, 25gp) The luggages is heavy, but her heart is lightened. She was never allowed to shop by herself. Lucy feels more confident than ever. Her good mood is suddenly cut by a sensation that can only be described as someone putting icy cold fingers on her back. (Scrying spell!? Mother!)
WIS save:8 (DC17. Automatically fails because Save modifier -5 and -10. The caster knows her very well and has a body part of Lucy)
Bree walks a bit with Garavant. "Hey, I was feeling a bit guilty for using your dagger, well... Guilty is a big word, but I was planning on buying a new one for you, or for myself so you can have yours back. But then you said you don't like daggers that much, so I'm not sure anymore 😅." She offers the dagger back if he wants it.
When Sila returns, Bree gets a bit anxious. "Ah... Cool.. I'm not sure is leather working is really in my ballpark. The family business is more in the area of weaving and wools and stuff." While talking she brightens up "But I'm sure together we can figure something out! If we can kill ogres and orogs we should be able to figure out leather working!"
Bree will head to the inn, arrange rooms for the night, and get a table to get something to eat and drink (of course flashing the V sign here and there). The next morning when picking up the leather and other stuff at Tolm's Bree will get 3 potions of healing (already updated the character sheet accordingly).
Garavant rather quickly and efficiently checks the hand crossbow, a glitter in his eye as he thinks of fun and exciting ways to kick off a fight at a distance in order to get better advantage on a foe. He also opts to buy some bolts for his new toy.
Walking out with Bree, he smiles at the halfling's talk of daggers. "I have another, so why don't you keep it for yourself, assuming you're not looking for an upgrade. It's a good enough dagger, but throwing knives is really not my style. It's possible that a hand crossbow might be my style--I guess we'll see!"
That done, he heads to the inn, ready to get a room, sort out his belongings (including coins) and then get ready for a good drink and a good meal.
Wes spots Gruenic pacing outside the shop and pops his head out the door, saying kindly “S-sir you may as well take some food and a bed for the night, mam will want to take her time with such a job. Believe me, you made the right decision!”
He looks over his shoulder towards the smithy, then steps outside the door and closes it gently behind him before whispering “And she really doesn’t do well with customers hanging around, even such prestigious ones”
***
Inside the Griffon’s Nest Inn and Tavern, business is getting brisk as the late-afternoon lunch crowd starts to turn into the early-evening drinking crowd; you could easily pass as either – or both.
As soon as Garavant enters, the bus boy gasps with wide eyes before turning to run over to the bar. There he gets the attention of the twin proprietors, and both brother and sister look up with surprise and joy. The brother bends down and says something to the bus boy over the din, who nimbly darts back towards you through the crowd of patrons.
In a thick local accent the boys exclaims “You came back! Follow me, you can have the guest booth!!”
He grabs Garavant’s sleeve and the rakish half-elf has no choice but to follow the enthusiastic blur through the crowd, apologizing and thanking as patrons move out of the way.
The boy ends your little chase at a fine corner booth, easily large enough to seat all of you and cordoned off with a red velveteen rope. “This is your table now” he says, beaming widely.
Sila approaches with an armload of rations in hand from Tolms laughing at Greunic's pacing. Then hears his muttered concerns and passing him a ten-day share of the rations says, "Relax my friend, I'm sure it will be splendid and well worth the coin. You'll be a shining image of piety and fierceness. The skins should be done tomorrow, then in Bree's hands to see her work her Fairweaver magic. I don't suspect we'll need too much more. Rations for sure." Crinkling her nose a little, "Perhaps a long, hot bath is also in order."
"Bree, these are yours, compliments of Lucy who left them at Tolm's. Not sure where she went. Leatherworking, why not? Tolm didn't seem to think it was that much of a stretch, perhaps we should get a kit, learn together." She hands another ten-day to Bree and then to Garavant. "The hand-crossbow suits you. Don't think I've ever seen one before." She comments eyeing the weapon.
"Greunic should I wait with you for your armor or will you accompany us to the inn for a meal and a bath? It might feel nicer inside if you slip into it clean?" She prompts following his lead.
Gruenic nods at Wes, says "I don't want to affect your artistry Wes, I will leave you alone." He nods to Sila and says "A meal and a bath sound good to me. I can't tell you how long it has been, days upon days. I haven't really thought about it, I'm sorry. I probably smell like rotten feet. Yes, a bath and a meal sound good."
Gruenic follows Sila and heads towards Griffon's Nest Inn & Tavern, walking a little lighter, feeling better about his purchase.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Even though knowing well that it's a useless effort, the bladesinger can't help but look around and search for the source of the magical gaze. She could almost hear the familiar chuckle of her mother. To prevent the scrying, Lucy set fire to her room and burned almost all her belongings when running away from home. That was apparently not enough. Lucy's brain moves at a dizzying speed.
When was the last time she was scried? That was 3 weeks ago, when Lucy still traveled with a caravan which headed for Neverwinter. She immediately left the caravan and joined another one going toward Icewind Dale, like a wild animal doing backtrack. Mother probably has received from her henchmen that Lucy wasn't in The jewel of the North.
Did her mother know her whereabouts? Unlikely. As long as she knows, the scrying spell only gives it's user the image and sound of the target. However her mother can see the Spine of The world and the direction of the sun, it wouldn't be too hard to estimate her daughter's location.
Should she look for friends and ask for help? Yes…no, no, No! Kylie Von Weise Pflaume doesn't know her daughter joined an adventurer party. It will be better to leave her in the dark.
After a painful and long 10 minutes, Lucy feels the gaze finally leave her. The elf girl crouches down on the ground, covered in cold sweat and panting. She waits another few minutes, then stands up slowly and walks toward the tavern.
Sila heads with Greunic to the Griffon’s Nest Inn and Tavern spotting Garavant enter in the distance, followed by Bree a short distance later. She looks around for Lucy who she'd thought surely had gone this way and spots her off to the side getting up from the ground covered in sweat and panting. She rushes to her, helping her stand and balance herself. "What happened?! Were you attacked? Are you ok?" She looks her over quickly for injury or any sign as to why she is in this state. "Oh, and thank you for purchasing the rations." Making sure she had her share. "Tell me please how I can help.'" She continues leading Lucy over to a nearby wall for support.
At the blacksmith's Garavant smiles at Sila's comment about the hand crossbow. "I've seen them in action myself--though I was on the wrong side of the trigger," he says, a vaguely pained look crossing his face for a moment.
Garavant grins at the lad's reaction to his arrival and nods his head to the twin proprietors, doffing an imaginary hat with his hand. He gladly accepts the boy's enthusiastic escort to the table. He glances around the place, looking for anyone suspicious and/or particularly attractive. Arrived at the table, Garavan'ts nimble fingers move to his belt pouch and extract a silver piece. He flips it to the boy.
"Very good, young sir," he says. "I shall await my boon companions, but in the meantime I am very thirsty. Perhaps some wine!"
As the others begin to arrive, he waves them over. "I've procured us the finest seat in the house!"
The bus boy almost squeals at the sight of another silver coin, and there is no doubt that Garavant has secured his first fan. The half elf has barely settled into the booth and welcomed his arriving friends when the lad returns with a tray bearing a bottle each of red and white wine, plus five glasses. There is also a small silver bell, probably plated rather than valuable, which he sets in front of Garavant.
"As soon as your bottles need 'freshing, or you get a bit hungry, that'll get me over"
Sila, looking at the nearby Tavern changes direction, "Perhaps food and rest are best. You can explain while we eat, then we can all help." She escorts her friend to the Tavern, looking amusingly at Garavant in a decorated corner booth and nods to Bree just inside the door in greeting. Whispering out of the corner of her mouth to Bree slowly, "What do we have here?" Then to Lucy, "I know you're feeling poorly, but Garavant has something going on over there. A pretty silver bell in a private corner with a tray of wine and five glasses. Perhaps word is getting around?"
She helps her friend stand a little taller and strides towards the table as if this happens every day. "Garavant, I see they've already seated you. A brilliant selection of wine. Nice choice." She sits nearby adjusting her gear and pack towards the corner away from eager on-lookers.
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Gruenic joins Sila, Garavant and Bree at the table, but the relaxation after walking from Smith and Wes's shop is wiped away once he sees Lucy kneeling in the street, sweating and distressed. He walks with her and Sila to the Tavern, sits down at the table. He looks at her frequently out of the corner of his eye, assessing her, but cannot ascertain what has happened. He tries directly asking.
"Lucy, you are a strong one and made of even sterner stuff than me. But I saw you kneel out there... like you were being attacked. What happened? How can we help? If anyone is harming you...." He leaves that hanging in the air, but baring his half-orcish teeth in a grimace gives an obvious facial expression of what would happen to them.. Despite their various backgrounds and races, he feels very attached to each member of the VGS and a threat on one of them feels like a threat to them all. Like a band of brothers bound together in wartime, they have been through fierce combat together and have grown closer for the experience. Not knowing what else to do, Gruenic touches Lucy’s hand briefly and closes his eyes, saying a quick word to Selune, giving Lucy help in whatever need she has, in whatever way is the most helpful.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Garavant smiles as his companions arrive and takes a moment to pour each of them a glass of wine of their choice. "These both seem to be good vintages," he offers, having quickly sampled each before settling on the red wine.
He sits casually, loose-limbed, seemingly without a care in the world for the moment. He furrows his brow at the words from Gruenic to Lucy, then looks to the elven bladesinger to hear more. "I do hope everything is all right," he says.
Lucy stares at Sila and Gruenic with a stunned face. For a moment the fearless bloodthirsty bladesinger is gone, left is a young girl who looks lonely, lost and can't find her way home. " I'm… I'm fine." Even her voice becomes smaller. " No one attacked me. It's just… just my mother. She found me"
Lucy follows her friends to the tavern. The elf girl is silent while she is walking. And she still holds her tongue when she sits at the table. Lucy closes her eyes,more than a dozen thoughts dancing behind her eyelids. Then Gruenic touches her hand. Lucy usually punches any man who dares to lay a hand on her. But warm power flow from the half orc's fingers make her feel better and wipe out the cold cloud in her head. Lucy lets out a deep sign. "Thanks Gruenic… you are the last member to join our party, so you may not know. I promised Bree if we survive that orc pit, I will give her my secret. And we did. It's time for me to keep my word. The reason that I left my home, came all the way to this town and fought with beasts and barbarians is Sunneedle. An enchanted weapon might free me from my mother… and the marriage she arranged for me"
Sila hears Lucy describe her plight with her mother and sees the camaraderie with Gruenic. She stays silent letting him calm her nerves and just listens. To know her own mother better was something Sila had given up wishing for long ago. But maybe the lack was a blessing. To be controlled and watched in fear sounded terrifying. We must find this item.
The white wine looked enticing. She reaches forward and grasps the bottle pouring a glass for herself, it'd been a long time since wine. Inhaling deeply, then sipping the wine. "I'm in the mood for fish!" She eyes the little bell and picks it up lightly, giving it a soft ring. Looking up for the server. To whomever arrives, "Do you have fresh fish on your menu tonight? Bread and fish. Something hearty if you can manage it. Squash or potatoes? And Butter. Please tell me you have butter?"