Another howl made Alessa's face a shade paler but her voice was still firm when she spoke again. "Grano can not see the wolfs through the mist and the branches but I think we can all hear them well enough. Mist, weird magic, absent and yet present Vistani - all of these needs attention but right now I think we better get going. Whoever this man was, he was walking. It means, there is a village or a town at the reasonable distance from here. May be even the one where the Burgomaster of that land lives and we can let him know the fate of his messenger. I am sure he would know better how to threat remains and might not appreciate broken bones."
Zied's Short Tests while Ed gives funeral rights. Zied pulls a small booklet, and rips a page out-expecting the page to ignite (Small Light), Spray a bit of his alchemically created perfumes-Corpses smell after all, (Harmless sensory effect), and cracks open a small egg, that forms into a small square of ice-like material (non magical trinket/chill).
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"Agreed, we need to leave." Taking one last moment, to peel a bit of bark off, forming what is in effect fragile crappy paper, Zied takes a pen and rapidly recreates the Burgomiester's face-best he can considering the rot and bloat and drops it into his backpack. "If they come for us. I have my climbing rope, we may have to shelter up high."
Zied is prepared to move on, rapidly, or quietly, as the group dictates.
(Magical Tinkering used to create the small illusion on the bark. Basically its a replication in miniture of the corpse's head etc. That, plus the letter, is Zied's intention of proof of death if they find next of kin)
Sezsu waves a dismissive hand at Ed's admonishment.
"Do what you will, then. Death and the dead are no domain of mine and, as such, priests of my order have no funerary rites of our own. We're happy to comply with local customs when asked, though. I care only for the living and the prevention of undeath. If we were in a proper city, there would be facilities and materials to do the thing right. But out here..." he trails off and looks around. "We can do whatever you want as long as it ensures this poor sap won't come back as the vampire's thrall. Consecrate the corpse or render it physically unable to rise and follow us. I don't care which."
Over the howl of the wolves Ed tries to smooth over his words, "Your provinces are your own, Sezsu, I just find it a strange concept for one of a religious inclination to be so, well, uncaring - no offense intended. Though you are of course correct, each of the faiths have their own concerns. I know I'd certainly feel better were there a hope of seeing the sun rise in these suffocating lands."
"I guess we don't know whether he had anything else on him or a horse that was stolen or wandered away, so the assumption he was walking seems a reasonable one to make. Does it seem odd to anyone else that a messengar trying to carry word to seal the land falls fould of something and we find him dead barely within the borders? Almost that he was stopped from escaping with the letter perhaps?" Picking up his belongings Ed starts a cheery whistle as he moves down the trail away from the gates and the dead body, hoping to see some sign of civilisation soon.
"It might be more simple - wolfs that stay close to the borders. You saw the man's throat." Alessandra tried not to remember the picture herself. She concentrated on walking, that was simple understandable action and in addition to taking them away from the place of death provided with the welcoming tiredness that was damping other senses. "Though it is strange that wolves did not eat the corpse. As if obeying command to kill." The thought was not cheering or anyhow reassuring. "I do want to see that Burgomieste and get some answers!" (And some walls between the party and this wilderness too, but that part was obvious)
Zied finds that his alchemical effects function as intended.
The forest soon breaks, opening up to a vast expanse of dark, rolling hills beneath heavily clouded skies.
In the distance, a village cowers in the shadow of an imposing fortress-castle. The castle stands atop a great spire of rock, invincible and watchful. Thousands of bats circle above its highest towers.
Tall shapes loom out of the dense fog that surrounds everything. The muddy ground underfoot gives way to slick, wet cobblestones. The tall shapes become recognizable as village dwellings. The windows of each house stare out from pools of blackness. No sound cuts the silence except that you hear the sound of small, wooden wheels rolling across damp cobbles. You trace the lonely sound to a hunched figure bundled in rags, pushing a rickety wooden cart through the fog. A few moments later, a male villager emerges from their home and hurries to the cart, engaging its proprietor in conversation. He passes what might be payment, and receives something in return. You can just catch the end of their conversation as you draw near.
"Thank you again, Granny. Is always treat to see you! Safe travels this evening!"
"And the same to you, young man!" The proprietor replies with a shaky voice. The villager hurries back into their home.
The proprietor notices you, turning and dropping her hood to reveal herself an elderly human woman, gray hair wrapped in a neat bun. "Why hello, dears! Come from a hunt have you? I see we're using big sticks now! My, things have changed since my day, they have. We at least had bows and arrows!" She tuts, then winks.
Ed leads the way into the village, still whistling his merry little ditty despite the ominous castle and general malaise in the atmosphere of this place. He smiles warmly at the old lady as she addresses them, her humour lightening his spirits. "A warm greeting to you this eve."Ed looks at the club and shrugs his shoulders "Sticks server better than bare hands when there are little other choices. Tell me my dear, we are searching for someone and would appreciate knowing we are heading in the right direction, are you familiar with a good number of the locals?"
All the way down to the village Alessa was quiet, periodically looking up at the menacing castle. It was hard not to - the dark stronghold dominated the landscape, adding to the dread of the place. The village, they (or at least she) so wanted to reach, turned out to be as welcoming as the wolf's howling, but Alessandra tried not judge just yet - friendly tone and look of that old woman were in stark contrast to everything else they have seeing so far, who knows, it might not be all bad after all.
Alessa smiled to the woman waiting for Ed to get direction and studying the first alive local the group came across.
"Your provinces are your own, Sezsu, I just find it a strange concept for one of a religious inclination to be so, well, uncaring - no offense intended. Though you are of course correct, each of the faiths have their own concerns. I know I'd certainly feel better were there a hope of seeing the sun rise in these suffocating lands."
"Everyone's got their thing, Ed. Not all religion is thees, thous, weddings, and funerals," Sezsu winks. "Me? I'm a pragmatist!" He thumps himself in the chest with a thumb then points to the corpse. "The man's dead. The decisions he made in life that carried him into whatever afterlife awaited him have already been made and nothing that happens to this lifeless meat sack will change that. Funerals are peace of mind for the living and what would give me peace of mind is knowing that our choices here aren't going to come back to literally haunt us."
I think Zied was going to take the body somewhere and dispose of it with his mysterious alchemical ways. But if not, Sezsu would carry it out into the trees a ways, find a low-hanging branch, and find a way to make sure the corpse couldn't be reanimated.
Cue wolf howls, wind through the trees, the sounds of wood and/or stone breaking, a shot of Sezsu wiping something off his emotionless face with a rag that he throws back into the woods as he emerges..................aaaaaaaand scene.
"...and is that pie I smell?" asks Sezsu with hungry eyes. "I'm starvin...wait...what do people come here to hunt?" His brow furrows as he looks at Granny accusatorily.
Upon making entry to the village area; and finding that no one plans to assail them-immeddiately at least. Zied stows his bludgeon and settles in with the group. Allowing for Ed's courtesy to lead the way with the Elderly Merchant?
While Ed entertains a discourse with the resident, Zied glances about trying to gauge the relative norms of the area. In particular, Zied keeps an eye out for guards or their form of security against the wild, as well as if there are any plain lables on buildings. Both to see what the standard writing of the area is, as well as to see if shops or inns populate the smaller village.
Ed: "A warm greeting to you this eve. . . Sticks server better than bare hands when there are little other choices. Tell me my dear, we are searching for someone and would appreciate knowing we are heading in the right direction, are you familiar with a good number of the locals?"
“Well, I should say so. I’ve got no business being an old woman if I’m not poking my nose into people’s business, now have I? You can call me Granny, young man. And who might you lot be?”
Seszu: "...and is that pie I smell? I'm starvin...wait...what do people come here to hunt?"
Granny chuckles. “Come here, say you? Well, no one comes here to hunt. We simply are here, and so we hunt. For food, skins, and furs. Deer, boar, foxes, squirrels. And wolves, of course. With Lord Strahd in charge there’s more wolves in these woods than we know what to do with!”
"We are ... people usually call our occupation "adventuring", we help those in need with unconventional problems." Alessa was not sure whether or not the truth was the good answer here but the woman seemed friendly and it is better to stick closer to the truth anyway. "Right now we are looking for the Burgomaster - Kolyan Indirovich. Could you tell us were can we find him?" The obvious questions "Who is Lord Strahd?" or "Where is everyone?" could be asked of that Burgomaster.
Granny squints at Alessa, sizing her up and down. She presses her lips tightly together, clearly troubled. After a moment she continues. “You aren’t from around here, are you? The burgomaster. Well, I guess you wouldn’t have heard. Dead as a doornail. He died a few days ago. His house is that way--” she points southwest, “--at the end of the road. The biggest house there is. You can’t miss it. But, with him dead, what’s the point? You’ll find lodging at the Blood on the Vine Tavern just down the road here.”
“And…” she beams proudly “...of course, my pies. Meat pies, maple nut pies, and hearty herbed potato pies this evening! Now normally I sell these for a gold a piece! But, you lot look like you need all the help you can find. You are far too thin, each of you! You’ve got to eat, don’t you know? You’ll have one for free. I insist. I’m sure if you linger long enough you’ll have occasion to visit me again. Now come on, don’t be shy.”
Sezsu visibly perks up at the generosity...and, as usual, at the slightest hint of food.
"You're too kind! Meat pies, you say? I feel like I haven't eaten in an eternity!" While looking through the selection it occurs to him to ask, "So what did you say happened to the late Mr. Indirovich? Really...your kindness is an unexpected but welcome surprise. There must be some way we can repay you."
Alessa gasped "One gold coin ... a piece?!" It was the hunger and the tiredness talking, of course, she immediately stopped herself. "Thank you, you are truly kind and most helpful." She did not continue also waiting for the answer to Sezsu's question while gratefully accepting a maple nut pie.
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(can Zied get a feeling if her offer is kindly, or if it would be rude to refuse? He does not particlularly want a pie. If it is rude, he'd accept but give it to Seszu haha)
EDIT: Fear Zied's amazing ability to see into the very soul of people! 2+Guidiance3
As Ed thanks Granny and greatfully takes a herbed potato pie, he realised just how hungry he was. Amidst his muching he takes a moment to wipe the crumbs from his mouth, re-adjusting the hood of his tunic as he does so. "These are quite excelent. It is sorry news to hear of the burgomeister's demise. Was it unexpected? Perhaps, if we are unable to speak to him, you can assist with another person, a 'Madam Eva' that we've been advised to seek out." Wanting to be polite and wait for an answer, Ed succumbs to his hunger and takes another large mouthful of the pie.
Seszu: "So what did you say happened to the late Mr. Indirovich? Really...your kindness is an unexpected but welcome surprise. There must be some way we can repay you."
“Well, the brick in my home needs remasoning, and the bunions on my feet need rubbing. But, I don’t expect any of that’s worth a pie to ya. Ha! No, dearie, just promise to chat with an old woman when you see her selling her pies on the street, and maybe you’ll buy some another time. Which filling would you like?”
Granny’s face darkens when discussing the burgomaster. “The burgomaster, they say, died of fright. For weeks, animals and other...things assaulted his home every night. It was the stress that killed him. That or his big belly. Shhh now you didn’t hear me say that. But, the villagers avoid the home like it’s plague-ridden. They fear the things that came, and won’t risk drawing that sort on themselves.”
Alessa: "One gold coin ... a piece?!"
“Well, there’s a bit of magic in them,” she replies, handing a pie with a sugary, nut topping to Alessa. “My mother taught to it me before… well, let’s just say she had a nasty encounter with a witch that’s left a bad taste in my mouth ever since. Her lesson, though, was the magic in my baking. They’ll give you only the sweetest dreams…” She sighs, looking sad. “Something poorly lacking in this dreary world.”
Ed: "Perhaps, if we are unable to speak to him, you can assist with another person, a 'Madam Eva' that we've been advised to seek out."
Granny smiles. “Now that’s a good young man. Put some more meat on those bones. One like you should be married with a mess of little ones running about!” At the question, she rubs her chin, squinting. “Sounds like a Vistani. You’d do better asking one of them. Maybe try the tavern.”
"No Granny, I am a man of the church, and have had little time in my travels for the thoughts of a family. How about yourself Granny, is that just an affectation, or do you have family in these parts?" He finishes the last of his pie, and loudly slurps the last of the pie from each of his fingers, one by one. "You say there are Vistani at the tavern, this blood of the Vine Tavern you mentioned? Are there many in the village then?"
Alessandra was hungry, yes, but was not dying yet, to eat on the street with hands and biting from the whole pie. She wrapped her sweet pie (it smelled incredible!) in a couple handkerchieves and put it into the backpack. "Magic is priceless, true. I am very sorry about your mother."It was not only polite but genuine too - the "witch" part resonated with Alessa. "It seems our answers are in the tavern anyway," said she quietly to Seszu and Zied, while Ed was getting all possible information from Granny. "Something is wrong here: a house of a burgomaster within the town walls gets assaulted by animals and monsters and yet nobody rushed in to save their governor."
Another howl made Alessa's face a shade paler but her voice was still firm when she spoke again. "Grano can not see the wolfs through the mist and the branches but I think we can all hear them well enough. Mist, weird magic, absent and yet present Vistani - all of these needs attention but right now I think we better get going. Whoever this man was, he was walking. It means, there is a village or a town at the reasonable distance from here. May be even the one where the Burgomaster of that land lives and we can let him know the fate of his messenger. I am sure he would know better how to threat remains and might not appreciate broken bones."
"Just... let us leave this place."
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Zied's Short Tests while Ed gives funeral rights. Zied pulls a small booklet, and rips a page out-expecting the page to ignite (Small Light), Spray a bit of his alchemically created perfumes-Corpses smell after all, (Harmless sensory effect), and cracks open a small egg, that forms into a small square of ice-like material (non magical trinket/chill).
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"Agreed, we need to leave." Taking one last moment, to peel a bit of bark off, forming what is in effect fragile crappy paper, Zied takes a pen and rapidly recreates the Burgomiester's face-best he can considering the rot and bloat and drops it into his backpack. "If they come for us. I have my climbing rope, we may have to shelter up high."
Zied is prepared to move on, rapidly, or quietly, as the group dictates.
(Magical Tinkering used to create the small illusion on the bark. Basically its a replication in miniture of the corpse's head etc. That, plus the letter, is Zied's intention of proof of death if they find next of kin)
Sezsu waves a dismissive hand at Ed's admonishment.
"Do what you will, then. Death and the dead are no domain of mine and, as such, priests of my order have no funerary rites of our own. We're happy to comply with local customs when asked, though. I care only for the living and the prevention of undeath. If we were in a proper city, there would be facilities and materials to do the thing right. But out here..." he trails off and looks around. "We can do whatever you want as long as it ensures this poor sap won't come back as the vampire's thrall. Consecrate the corpse or render it physically unable to rise and follow us. I don't care which."
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Over the howl of the wolves Ed tries to smooth over his words, "Your provinces are your own, Sezsu, I just find it a strange concept for one of a religious inclination to be so, well, uncaring - no offense intended. Though you are of course correct, each of the faiths have their own concerns. I know I'd certainly feel better were there a hope of seeing the sun rise in these suffocating lands."
"I guess we don't know whether he had anything else on him or a horse that was stolen or wandered away, so the assumption he was walking seems a reasonable one to make. Does it seem odd to anyone else that a messengar trying to carry word to seal the land falls fould of something and we find him dead barely within the borders? Almost that he was stopped from escaping with the letter perhaps?" Picking up his belongings Ed starts a cheery whistle as he moves down the trail away from the gates and the dead body, hoping to see some sign of civilisation soon.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
"It might be more simple - wolfs that stay close to the borders. You saw the man's throat." Alessandra tried not to remember the picture herself. She concentrated on walking, that was simple understandable action and in addition to taking them away from the place of death provided with the welcoming tiredness that was damping other senses. "Though it is strange that wolves did not eat the corpse. As if obeying command to kill." The thought was not cheering or anyhow reassuring. "I do want to see that Burgomieste and get some answers!" (And some walls between the party and this wilderness too, but that part was obvious)
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Zied finds that his alchemical effects function as intended.
The forest soon breaks, opening up to a vast expanse of dark, rolling hills beneath heavily clouded skies.
In the distance, a village cowers in the shadow of an imposing fortress-castle. The castle stands atop a great spire of rock, invincible and watchful. Thousands of bats circle above its highest towers.
Tall shapes loom out of the dense fog that surrounds everything. The muddy ground underfoot gives way to slick, wet cobblestones. The tall shapes become recognizable as village dwellings. The windows of each house stare out from pools of blackness. No sound cuts the silence except that you hear the sound of small, wooden wheels rolling across damp cobbles. You trace the lonely sound to a hunched figure bundled in rags, pushing a rickety wooden cart through the fog. A few moments later, a male villager emerges from their home and hurries to the cart, engaging its proprietor in conversation. He passes what might be payment, and receives something in return. You can just catch the end of their conversation as you draw near.
"Thank you again, Granny. Is always treat to see you! Safe travels this evening!"
"And the same to you, young man!" The proprietor replies with a shaky voice. The villager hurries back into their home.
The proprietor notices you, turning and dropping her hood to reveal herself an elderly human woman, gray hair wrapped in a neat bun. "Why hello, dears! Come from a hunt have you? I see we're using big sticks now! My, things have changed since my day, they have. We at least had bows and arrows!" She tuts, then winks.
Ed leads the way into the village, still whistling his merry little ditty despite the ominous castle and general malaise in the atmosphere of this place. He smiles warmly at the old lady as she addresses them, her humour lightening his spirits. "A warm greeting to you this eve." Ed looks at the club and shrugs his shoulders "Sticks server better than bare hands when there are little other choices. Tell me my dear, we are searching for someone and would appreciate knowing we are heading in the right direction, are you familiar with a good number of the locals?"
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
All the way down to the village Alessa was quiet, periodically looking up at the menacing castle. It was hard not to - the dark stronghold dominated the landscape, adding to the dread of the place. The village, they (or at least she) so wanted to reach, turned out to be as welcoming as the wolf's howling, but Alessandra tried not judge just yet - friendly tone and look of that old woman were in stark contrast to everything else they have seeing so far, who knows, it might not be all bad after all.
Alessa smiled to the woman waiting for Ed to get direction and studying the first alive local the group came across.
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"Everyone's got their thing, Ed. Not all religion is thees, thous, weddings, and funerals," Sezsu winks. "Me? I'm a pragmatist!" He thumps himself in the chest with a thumb then points to the corpse. "The man's dead. The decisions he made in life that carried him into whatever afterlife awaited him have already been made and nothing that happens to this lifeless meat sack will change that. Funerals are peace of mind for the living and what would give me peace of mind is knowing that our choices here aren't going to come back to literally haunt us."
I think Zied was going to take the body somewhere and dispose of it with his mysterious alchemical ways. But if not, Sezsu would carry it out into the trees a ways, find a low-hanging branch, and find a way to make sure the corpse couldn't be reanimated.
Cue wolf howls, wind through the trees, the sounds of wood and/or stone breaking, a shot of Sezsu wiping something off his emotionless face with a rag that he throws back into the woods as he emerges..................aaaaaaaand scene.
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"...and is that pie I smell?" asks Sezsu with hungry eyes. "I'm starvin...wait...what do people come here to hunt?" His brow furrows as he looks at Granny accusatorily.
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Upon making entry to the village area; and finding that no one plans to assail them-immeddiately at least. Zied stows his bludgeon and settles in with the group. Allowing for Ed's courtesy to lead the way with the Elderly Merchant?
While Ed entertains a discourse with the resident, Zied glances about trying to gauge the relative norms of the area. In particular, Zied keeps an eye out for guards or their form of security against the wild, as well as if there are any plain lables on buildings. Both to see what the standard writing of the area is, as well as to see if shops or inns populate the smaller village.
Ed: "A warm greeting to you this eve. . . Sticks server better than bare hands when there are little other choices. Tell me my dear, we are searching for someone and would appreciate knowing we are heading in the right direction, are you familiar with a good number of the locals?"
“Well, I should say so. I’ve got no business being an old woman if I’m not poking my nose into people’s business, now have I? You can call me Granny, young man. And who might you lot be?”
Seszu: "...and is that pie I smell? I'm starvin...wait...what do people come here to hunt?"
Granny chuckles. “Come here, say you? Well, no one comes here to hunt. We simply are here, and so we hunt. For food, skins, and furs. Deer, boar, foxes, squirrels. And wolves, of course. With Lord Strahd in charge there’s more wolves in these woods than we know what to do with!”
"We are ... people usually call our occupation "adventuring", we help those in need with unconventional problems." Alessa was not sure whether or not the truth was the good answer here but the woman seemed friendly and it is better to stick closer to the truth anyway. "Right now we are looking for the Burgomaster - Kolyan Indirovich. Could you tell us were can we find him?" The obvious questions "Who is Lord Strahd?" or "Where is everyone?" could be asked of that Burgomaster.
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Granny squints at Alessa, sizing her up and down. She presses her lips tightly together, clearly troubled. After a moment she continues. “You aren’t from around here, are you? The burgomaster. Well, I guess you wouldn’t have heard. Dead as a doornail. He died a few days ago. His house is that way--” she points southwest, “--at the end of the road. The biggest house there is. You can’t miss it. But, with him dead, what’s the point? You’ll find lodging at the Blood on the Vine Tavern just down the road here.”
“And…” she beams proudly “...of course, my pies. Meat pies, maple nut pies, and hearty herbed potato pies this evening! Now normally I sell these for a gold a piece! But, you lot look like you need all the help you can find. You are far too thin, each of you! You’ve got to eat, don’t you know? You’ll have one for free. I insist. I’m sure if you linger long enough you’ll have occasion to visit me again. Now come on, don’t be shy.”
Sezsu visibly perks up at the generosity...and, as usual, at the slightest hint of food.
"You're too kind! Meat pies, you say? I feel like I haven't eaten in an eternity!" While looking through the selection it occurs to him to ask, "So what did you say happened to the late Mr. Indirovich? Really...your kindness is an unexpected but welcome surprise. There must be some way we can repay you."
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Alessa gasped "One gold coin ... a piece?!" It was the hunger and the tiredness talking, of course, she immediately stopped herself. "Thank you, you are truly kind and most helpful." She did not continue also waiting for the answer to Sezsu's question while gratefully accepting a maple nut pie.
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(can Zied get a feeling if her offer is kindly, or if it would be rude to refuse? He does not particlularly want a pie. If it is rude, he'd accept but give it to Seszu haha)
EDIT: Fear Zied's amazing ability to see into the very soul of people! 2+Guidiance3
As Ed thanks Granny and greatfully takes a herbed potato pie, he realised just how hungry he was. Amidst his muching he takes a moment to wipe the crumbs from his mouth, re-adjusting the hood of his tunic as he does so. "These are quite excelent. It is sorry news to hear of the burgomeister's demise. Was it unexpected? Perhaps, if we are unable to speak to him, you can assist with another person, a 'Madam Eva' that we've been advised to seek out." Wanting to be polite and wait for an answer, Ed succumbs to his hunger and takes another large mouthful of the pie.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Seszu: "So what did you say happened to the late Mr. Indirovich? Really...your kindness is an unexpected but welcome surprise. There must be some way we can repay you."
“Well, the brick in my home needs remasoning, and the bunions on my feet need rubbing. But, I don’t expect any of that’s worth a pie to ya. Ha! No, dearie, just promise to chat with an old woman when you see her selling her pies on the street, and maybe you’ll buy some another time. Which filling would you like?”
Granny’s face darkens when discussing the burgomaster. “The burgomaster, they say, died of fright. For weeks, animals and other...things assaulted his home every night. It was the stress that killed him. That or his big belly. Shhh now you didn’t hear me say that. But, the villagers avoid the home like it’s plague-ridden. They fear the things that came, and won’t risk drawing that sort on themselves.”
Alessa: "One gold coin ... a piece?!"
“Well, there’s a bit of magic in them,” she replies, handing a pie with a sugary, nut topping to Alessa. “My mother taught to it me before… well, let’s just say she had a nasty encounter with a witch that’s left a bad taste in my mouth ever since. Her lesson, though, was the magic in my baking. They’ll give you only the sweetest dreams…” She sighs, looking sad. “Something poorly lacking in this dreary world.”
Ed: "Perhaps, if we are unable to speak to him, you can assist with another person, a 'Madam Eva' that we've been advised to seek out."
Granny smiles. “Now that’s a good young man. Put some more meat on those bones. One like you should be married with a mess of little ones running about!” At the question, she rubs her chin, squinting. “Sounds like a Vistani. You’d do better asking one of them. Maybe try the tavern.”
"No Granny, I am a man of the church, and have had little time in my travels for the thoughts of a family. How about yourself Granny, is that just an affectation, or do you have family in these parts?" He finishes the last of his pie, and loudly slurps the last of the pie from each of his fingers, one by one. "You say there are Vistani at the tavern, this blood of the Vine Tavern you mentioned? Are there many in the village then?"
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Alessandra was hungry, yes, but was not dying yet, to eat on the street with hands and biting from the whole pie. She wrapped her sweet pie (it smelled incredible!) in a couple handkerchieves and put it into the backpack. "Magic is priceless, true. I am very sorry about your mother." It was not only polite but genuine too - the "witch" part resonated with Alessa. "It seems our answers are in the tavern anyway," said she quietly to Seszu and Zied, while Ed was getting all possible information from Granny. "Something is wrong here: a house of a burgomaster within the town walls gets assaulted by animals and monsters and yet nobody rushed in to save their governor."
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