Durnham shakes his head at Ressys. “I appreciate your asking for me but... on top of the scrolls I need supplies in order to practice the spell. Ink and such to transfer the spell to my book. We just don’t have the funds for the scrolls and the necessary materials.”
He turns back to the buyer. “While I do not have the funds or items to trade for them now, I am glad to know you have them. Perhaps after our journey I will return with something of value. Would you be able to share the Augury spell perhaps on our return?”
"Fair enough Durnham." Ressys responds. Turning back to the Buyer he says "I will take 4 potions of healing, the potion of clairvoyance, and the potion to turn one into a gaseous form."
He then hands The Buyer the six enchanted arrows. After receiving the potions he'll hand each one of his companions a potion of healing and pocket the other two into his bag. A smile is on his face as he does this. "My healing is only so strong so you each should have one for emergencies."
A small chest is offered to Qidira, opened in front of her. “You may peruse the contents and tell me what you think would be a fair trade”.
The chest contains quite a variety of struts, cogs and fastenings that would be useful for a variety of tinkering applications. A few gems too, maybe fake but who knows...
(Qidira, let me know if you are looking for anything specific)
To Durnham, The Buyer replies “I do know that spell, and could share it with you if you can provide the materials for your own transcribing. It would be my thanks for your successful procurement of a cure”
They take the arrows from Ressys with a gentle nod and place them in another chest – you see that there are many adorning the walls here – and hands the six potions to the druid.
Durnham nods gratefully “That is… uh… a kind offer. I am a student of divination and that particular spell… is helpful in determining a path… I greatly wish to learn it. Thank you.”
Brandon takes the healing potion offered by Ressys and places it in his pack “Thank you. That is a wise use of those arrows. Here’s hoping we don’t need these, but it is best to be prepared for the worst.”
He turns toward Durnham, “If there are artifacts or equipment to be found in the vault other than the antidote, I will gladly offer some to help pay for your scrolls and materials.”
Qidira squints over at Durnham a moment as he speaks and digs out a couple things from her pockets. "I have ink an extra bottle of ink and some parchment left should that be of use to you?" Passing it over to the Wizard.
She accepts the potion of healing from Ressys, "Thank you friend, I'll not turn this down." She says gratefully and tucking it into the satchel at her waist.
Qidira then plops herself down in front of the chest that is offered for perusal and sorts out all of the gems and quite a bit of fastenings, cogs, and struts starting first with the rarer of the pieces then to ones she uses most. She's accumulated quite a bit of a pile by the time she's done and looks it over then glances back at the Buyer and sets a few of the less useful ones back in a show of resisting being greedy and looks up at the Buyer. "Would this be fair?" (Not counting any potential real value of the gemstones, she's likely gathered nearly 20 gold worth of materials from the pile depleting a good lot from the chest.) "To be honest I'd take the whole lot if you'd let me, it's like sitting in front of a sweet shop window."
While each one of his friends engaged into negotiations of their own, Kotar reached for his bag and started to count his coins. He didn’t know much about trade, but knew that the only equipment better than what he already had was worth hundreds of gold pieces. Plate or enchanted armor, magic weapons, everything too rare and expensive for the money he had. It would be far better to spend into supplies. Not enough for a potion, he counted. But maybe enough to give Durnham a new enchantment. That would help the entire group, for sure.
“I have the equivalent of forty-six pieces of gol, one silver, fiver copper and a light crossbow that I can sell, if no one wants it. With some twenty bolts.” He mentions receiving a Healing Potions from Ressys and nodding in acknowledgement. “Between all of that can we get you a new spell, Durnham?”
Kotar asked while putting the potion into his bag, easy to reach, and very much interested in having the dwarf learn a new magic to help them determining a traveling path. They would have Orvo, sure, but that was Breyskr Niðr, that was Eiselcrooss. No one could ever be too prepared and the faster they could finished their mission, the better.
The Buyer appraises Qidira’s selection of materials for a moment, eyeing some of the finer pieces that the gnome has put in her pile to trade, then indicates a couple that should return to the chest. They say simply “If either of those stay with me then how about that for a trade, my friend?”(they have reduced your take to 15gp worth of parts).
Durnham accepts the healing potion from Ressys and puts it in his pouch. “Thank you Ressys.” When Qidira tried to give him paper and ink though he refuses. “No Qidira, thank you but… I have ink and paper… transferring a spell is more complicated than copying words… it takes an investment of gold and time… that we just don’t have at the moment.”
He smiles and chuckles embarrassedly as Kotar joins in too, “I asked for the future, when we come back. We may have more resources then. At the moment though, we will have to make do with what I have.”
Qidira looks at the two items indicated by the Buyer and selects the one more likely to be of use to her or in the better condition of the two and places the other back into the chest of supplies. "A fine trade indeed. Thank you!" She says happily and quickly gathers up her portion of the materials, tucking them in with her other tinkering / jewelry supplies already planning her next project. (Understanding The Buyer's statement to mean to choose between the two items but that she cannot have both)
As Durnham declines the offer, she understands that it might not be the sort of ink and paper that he's looking for and puts them back into her pack with her other supplies. "I'm sure we will find you what you need at least to trade."
Finished with her negotiations, she moves to the edge of the tent still within its warmth waiting for the others to be ready. Sitting down cross-legged she pulls out a small sack of accumulated pieces distractedly bending and shaping them to fit together, already starting on something new, but with ears open listening to voices inside and out.
The Buyer nods in agreement at the trades and packs away their items, both the newly acquired and the unsold. Once the task is complete, they return to their chair and wait for Dew to pounce back into their lap before talking.
“It is a good omen that we have traded well on our first meeting. I think you have chosen wisely and sense in you all the determination and power to achieve success in your search, for the good of Palebank and all of Uthodurn. I shall be here waiting for your return with the cure, and bid you safe travel as well as good skill – for I fear you shall need both”
As if on cue, Morgo opens the flap to the yurt and steps in to preserve the heat, saying “Your guide is ready to depart, says it’s early enough that you can get a good six hours of travel if you leave now”
The scraggly dwarf's face takes on a look of thoughtfulness and maybe appreciation as she says “He seems changed somehow by your words, or maybe the chance to make amends. Thank you, he might yet return to being himself”
She gives an encouraging smile and steps outside again, saying to someone outside “Don’t get ‘em killed you charlatan, I’ve only just met ‘em and they seem nice”
There is a reply but the entrance flap has fallen closed again and it just sounds muffled.
Stepping outside you find Orvo decked out in full travelling gear, a large pack on his back and an exceptionally warm-looking hat atop his head.
“We should go. I know there’s a habit among adventuring types to always leave at first light, but truth be told we’d get just as much ground covered, leaving now, before we need to make camp"
His scarred face is braced against the cold, a little false bravado creeping in maybe. But undercutting it is a returning confidence and you realise that Morgo is right; the dwarf you met cradling his sword was a shell of the man before you.
“You look ready, shall we go find ourselves a cure?”
Ears wiggling, Ressys shifts his heavy cloak over his shoulder as he steps out of the yurt and into the cold.
"I, for one, am ready for the road and to back in wilds. This encampment is better than a village, which is better than a town, but the wilds is where my heart is. Let us go."
Seeing The Buyer conclude negotiations, Qidira tucks her newly acquired pieces back into her sack and hops to her feet watching the little 'Dew' curl back into position. Smiling broadly, she nods in agreement as they compliment choices and mention their need for safety and skill. "We will see you again soon." Qidira responds confidently. Then turns as Morgo opens the flap peeking out to see another adventurer just outside the Yurt.
As Morgo speaks, she realizes that the adventurer outside must be Orvo, the one the group spoke to earlier and whom was to be their guide. When she turns and they overhear her comments to Orvo, she glances back at the others and in a loud whisper says, "I think she likes us." Grinning.
As the group steps out into the cold again, Qidira finds her comfortable spot in the middle and follows their lead taking in Orvo's experienced air and cozy looking hat. Making a mental note to pick up a hat like that one on her next shopping trip.
With her characteristic eager quick nod, "To find a cure!" She says quickly and adds. "I am Qidira. May I help you a bit with your bags?"
(Offering to carry any excess that he may have in the bag of holding for him should he be willing to trust her to do so.)
As he leaves the tent, Brandon thanks the Buyer once again for both the information on what lies ahead of them and the supplies they bartered for in trade. He hopes they will find both useful in the journey ahead.
Outside, he shoulders his pack and pulls his cloak closer around him to ward off the cold. Seeing Orvo’s expression and his newfound resolve, he breaks out in a wide smile and slaps the dwarf on the back of his pack “Always ready! Lead on, friend.”
“Don’t worry, Morgo we will have him back to finish his chores around camp in no time”he calls over his shoulder as they begin to leave. As they trudge through the snow, a large raven watches from the trees before taking off and following behind.
Orvo smiles and politely declines Qidira’s offer to carry some of his gear in the bag of holding. “That is a kind offer, but I only carry essentials which I may need at a moment’s notice, thank you”
Something in his tone suggests that is not the full reason for him declining the offer, although his manners seem genuine.
Morgo grins at Brandon’s reassurances that Orvo will be safe. “I trust you, soldier!”
With no more ceremony you set off to the edge of Syrinlya and beyond. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the last tent and pass into the blank white sheet of Foren’s wilds. Soft snow falls in large flakes, your warm clothing or natural hardiness warding off the cold.
Orvo turns to face you, walking backwards as he leads the line. “I suggest we travel at a fast pace, although we will lose some awareness doing so. It’s up to you; speed or caution?”
He as little bit saddened by the fact that his coin was not enough to help Durnham acquire a new spell. As if he had lost a chance to be useful to someone that had already gave him so much. A silvered weapon and the armor he managed to exchange for the splint mail already so comfortable over his skin.
“You can count on me in this future.”He said withy a brief smile upon his lips while Qidira finished her much more successful bargain. As the Buyer said his piece, Morvo entered the tent, her words a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.
The goliath followed his friends, a sense of anxiety taking hold on him. That was the journey, the moment where they would risk everything, find a cure of fail. A myriad of doubts echoed in his thoughts until Orvo asked if the group was ready to move. He answered with a nod of the head.
“I normally would advise caution, but I don’t think our mission allow us that.” He then looked at his friends and conscious of his height moved to the end of the line. “Who goes last?”He asked Ressys, before turning his eyes to Orvo. “I say we move with speed.”
Qidira catches a shadow on the snow and glances up at the Raven it belongs to high above them then looks to Brandon. What connection could the creature have to him? It doesn't seem a familiar like the wizards she's seen. Perhaps it is some sort of omen, though good or bad she's not sure.
She appreciates Orvo's polite manner as she/the Rogue of the group offers to carry his personal possessions, silently admonishing herself. Of course he said no. The skills she learned as a Rogue are useful still, though she means no ill will to the stranger. He is right to be careful. She would be the same.
Following with the group she thanks all that is holy for her new warm clothes and tucks her face in deeper as the chill bites at her nose. Shivering a bit and thinking of how speed might keep her blood from freezing, "Travel at speed I say." Urging her legs to keep the pace sinking deep with each step. "The shoes! Could we stop just a moment? Even here the shoes should help?" She says digging the snow shoes out of the small satchel at her waist and trying to figure how to put them on. With a little trial and error, snow shoes now on, she treads along happily with the group along the top of the snow. Keeping alert as she is able at the pace.
"I agree, let us move as fast as we can, at least for today. The greater danger will lie further from this encampment. With Orvo as our guide he can direct us the best route to our destination. I will help Orvo in guiding for when in the wilderness the plants and wildlife almost seem to lead me to food and shelter." He looks around at the others and gauges that they are up to the task and are eager to set out. "Let us go while there is still light."
Durnham nods to the buyer as he leaves the tent. Outside, he listens to everyone and adds his thoughts as well. “Let’s get a move on. We need to find the cure as quickly as possible... Orvo, lead the way!”
“Yes, speed is more important than caution in this case. Let’s be on our way”
Seeing Kotar move to protect the rear of the group, Brandon steps up near the front, just behind their guide and Ressys and ready to protect them if necessary.
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Durnham shakes his head at Ressys. “I appreciate your asking for me but... on top of the scrolls I need supplies in order to practice the spell. Ink and such to transfer the spell to my book. We just don’t have the funds for the scrolls and the necessary materials.”
He turns back to the buyer. “While I do not have the funds or items to trade for them now, I am glad to know you have them. Perhaps after our journey I will return with something of value. Would you be able to share the Augury spell perhaps on our return?”
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"Fair enough Durnham." Ressys responds. Turning back to the Buyer he says "I will take 4 potions of healing, the potion of clairvoyance, and the potion to turn one into a gaseous form."
He then hands The Buyer the six enchanted arrows. After receiving the potions he'll hand each one of his companions a potion of healing and pocket the other two into his bag. A smile is on his face as he does this. "My healing is only so strong so you each should have one for emergencies."
A small chest is offered to Qidira, opened in front of her. “You may peruse the contents and tell me what you think would be a fair trade”.
The chest contains quite a variety of struts, cogs and fastenings that would be useful for a variety of tinkering applications. A few gems too, maybe fake but who knows...
(Qidira, let me know if you are looking for anything specific)
To Durnham, The Buyer replies “I do know that spell, and could share it with you if you can provide the materials for your own transcribing. It would be my thanks for your successful procurement of a cure”
They take the arrows from Ressys with a gentle nod and place them in another chest – you see that there are many adorning the walls here – and hands the six potions to the druid.
Durnham nods gratefully “That is… uh… a kind offer. I am a student of divination and that particular spell… is helpful in determining a path… I greatly wish to learn it. Thank you.”
Noob
Brandon takes the healing potion offered by Ressys and places it in his pack “Thank you. That is a wise use of those arrows. Here’s hoping we don’t need these, but it is best to be prepared for the worst.”
He turns toward Durnham, “If there are artifacts or equipment to be found in the vault other than the antidote, I will gladly offer some to help pay for your scrolls and materials.”
Qidira squints over at Durnham a moment as he speaks and digs out a couple things from her pockets. "I have ink an extra bottle of ink and some parchment left should that be of use to you?" Passing it over to the Wizard.
She accepts the potion of healing from Ressys, "Thank you friend, I'll not turn this down." She says gratefully and tucking it into the satchel at her waist.
Qidira then plops herself down in front of the chest that is offered for perusal and sorts out all of the gems and quite a bit of fastenings, cogs, and struts starting first with the rarer of the pieces then to ones she uses most. She's accumulated quite a bit of a pile by the time she's done and looks it over then glances back at the Buyer and sets a few of the less useful ones back in a show of resisting being greedy and looks up at the Buyer. "Would this be fair?" (Not counting any potential real value of the gemstones, she's likely gathered nearly 20 gold worth of materials from the pile depleting a good lot from the chest.) "To be honest I'd take the whole lot if you'd let me, it's like sitting in front of a sweet shop window."
While each one of his friends engaged into negotiations of their own, Kotar reached for his bag and started to count his coins. He didn’t know much about trade, but knew that the only equipment better than what he already had was worth hundreds of gold pieces. Plate or enchanted armor, magic weapons, everything too rare and expensive for the money he had. It would be far better to spend into supplies. Not enough for a potion, he counted. But maybe enough to give Durnham a new enchantment. That would help the entire group, for sure.
“I have the equivalent of forty-six pieces of gol, one silver, fiver copper and a light crossbow that I can sell, if no one wants it. With some twenty bolts.” He mentions receiving a Healing Potions from Ressys and nodding in acknowledgement. “Between all of that can we get you a new spell, Durnham?”
Kotar asked while putting the potion into his bag, easy to reach, and very much interested in having the dwarf learn a new magic to help them determining a traveling path. They would have Orvo, sure, but that was Breyskr Niðr, that was Eiselcrooss. No one could ever be too prepared and the faster they could finished their mission, the better.
The Buyer appraises Qidira’s selection of materials for a moment, eyeing some of the finer pieces that the gnome has put in her pile to trade, then indicates a couple that should return to the chest. They say simply “If either of those stay with me then how about that for a trade, my friend?” (they have reduced your take to 15gp worth of parts).
Durnham accepts the healing potion from Ressys and puts it in his pouch. “Thank you Ressys.” When Qidira tried to give him paper and ink though he refuses. “No Qidira, thank you but… I have ink and paper… transferring a spell is more complicated than copying words… it takes an investment of gold and time… that we just don’t have at the moment.”
He smiles and chuckles embarrassedly as Kotar joins in too, “I asked for the future, when we come back. We may have more resources then. At the moment though, we will have to make do with what I have.”
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Qidira looks at the two items indicated by the Buyer and selects the one more likely to be of use to her or in the better condition of the two and places the other back into the chest of supplies. "A fine trade indeed. Thank you!" She says happily and quickly gathers up her portion of the materials, tucking them in with her other tinkering / jewelry supplies already planning her next project. (Understanding The Buyer's statement to mean to choose between the two items but that she cannot have both)
As Durnham declines the offer, she understands that it might not be the sort of ink and paper that he's looking for and puts them back into her pack with her other supplies. "I'm sure we will find you what you need at least to trade."
Finished with her negotiations, she moves to the edge of the tent still within its warmth waiting for the others to be ready. Sitting down cross-legged she pulls out a small sack of accumulated pieces distractedly bending and shaping them to fit together, already starting on something new, but with ears open listening to voices inside and out.
The Buyer nods in agreement at the trades and packs away their items, both the newly acquired and the unsold. Once the task is complete, they return to their chair and wait for Dew to pounce back into their lap before talking.
“It is a good omen that we have traded well on our first meeting. I think you have chosen wisely and sense in you all the determination and power to achieve success in your search, for the good of Palebank and all of Uthodurn. I shall be here waiting for your return with the cure, and bid you safe travel as well as good skill – for I fear you shall need both”
As if on cue, Morgo opens the flap to the yurt and steps in to preserve the heat, saying “Your guide is ready to depart, says it’s early enough that you can get a good six hours of travel if you leave now”
The scraggly dwarf's face takes on a look of thoughtfulness and maybe appreciation as she says “He seems changed somehow by your words, or maybe the chance to make amends. Thank you, he might yet return to being himself”
She gives an encouraging smile and steps outside again, saying to someone outside “Don’t get ‘em killed you charlatan, I’ve only just met ‘em and they seem nice”
There is a reply but the entrance flap has fallen closed again and it just sounds muffled.
Stepping outside you find Orvo decked out in full travelling gear, a large pack on his back and an exceptionally warm-looking hat atop his head.
“We should go. I know there’s a habit among adventuring types to always leave at first light, but truth be told we’d get just as much ground covered, leaving now, before we need to make camp"
His scarred face is braced against the cold, a little false bravado creeping in maybe. But undercutting it is a returning confidence and you realise that Morgo is right; the dwarf you met cradling his sword was a shell of the man before you.
“You look ready, shall we go find ourselves a cure?”
Ears wiggling, Ressys shifts his heavy cloak over his shoulder as he steps out of the yurt and into the cold.
"I, for one, am ready for the road and to back in wilds. This encampment is better than a village, which is better than a town, but the wilds is where my heart is. Let us go."
Seeing The Buyer conclude negotiations, Qidira tucks her newly acquired pieces back into her sack and hops to her feet watching the little 'Dew' curl back into position. Smiling broadly, she nods in agreement as they compliment choices and mention their need for safety and skill. "We will see you again soon." Qidira responds confidently. Then turns as Morgo opens the flap peeking out to see another adventurer just outside the Yurt.
As Morgo speaks, she realizes that the adventurer outside must be Orvo, the one the group spoke to earlier and whom was to be their guide. When she turns and they overhear her comments to Orvo, she glances back at the others and in a loud whisper says, "I think she likes us." Grinning.
As the group steps out into the cold again, Qidira finds her comfortable spot in the middle and follows their lead taking in Orvo's experienced air and cozy looking hat. Making a mental note to pick up a hat like that one on her next shopping trip.
With her characteristic eager quick nod, "To find a cure!" She says quickly and adds. "I am Qidira. May I help you a bit with your bags?"
(Offering to carry any excess that he may have in the bag of holding for him should he be willing to trust her to do so.)
As he leaves the tent, Brandon thanks the Buyer once again for both the information on what lies ahead of them and the supplies they bartered for in trade. He hopes they will find both useful in the journey ahead.
Outside, he shoulders his pack and pulls his cloak closer around him to ward off the cold. Seeing Orvo’s expression and his newfound resolve, he breaks out in a wide smile and slaps the dwarf on the back of his pack “Always ready! Lead on, friend.”
“Don’t worry, Morgo we will have him back to finish his chores around camp in no time” he calls over his shoulder as they begin to leave. As they trudge through the snow, a large raven watches from the trees before taking off and following behind.
Orvo smiles and politely declines Qidira’s offer to carry some of his gear in the bag of holding. “That is a kind offer, but I only carry essentials which I may need at a moment’s notice, thank you”
Something in his tone suggests that is not the full reason for him declining the offer, although his manners seem genuine.
Morgo grins at Brandon’s reassurances that Orvo will be safe. “I trust you, soldier!”
With no more ceremony you set off to the edge of Syrinlya and beyond. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the last tent and pass into the blank white sheet of Foren’s wilds. Soft snow falls in large flakes, your warm clothing or natural hardiness warding off the cold.
Orvo turns to face you, walking backwards as he leads the line. “I suggest we travel at a fast pace, although we will lose some awareness doing so. It’s up to you; speed or caution?”
He as little bit saddened by the fact that his coin was not enough to help Durnham acquire a new spell. As if he had lost a chance to be useful to someone that had already gave him so much. A silvered weapon and the armor he managed to exchange for the splint mail already so comfortable over his skin.
“You can count on me in this future.” He said withy a brief smile upon his lips while Qidira finished her much more successful bargain. As the Buyer said his piece, Morvo entered the tent, her words a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.
The goliath followed his friends, a sense of anxiety taking hold on him. That was the journey, the moment where they would risk everything, find a cure of fail. A myriad of doubts echoed in his thoughts until Orvo asked if the group was ready to move. He answered with a nod of the head.
“I normally would advise caution, but I don’t think our mission allow us that.” He then looked at his friends and conscious of his height moved to the end of the line. “Who goes last?” He asked Ressys, before turning his eyes to Orvo. “I say we move with speed.”
Qidira catches a shadow on the snow and glances up at the Raven it belongs to high above them then looks to Brandon. What connection could the creature have to him? It doesn't seem a familiar like the wizards she's seen. Perhaps it is some sort of omen, though good or bad she's not sure.
She appreciates Orvo's polite manner as she/the Rogue of the group offers to carry his personal possessions, silently admonishing herself. Of course he said no. The skills she learned as a Rogue are useful still, though she means no ill will to the stranger. He is right to be careful. She would be the same.
Following with the group she thanks all that is holy for her new warm clothes and tucks her face in deeper as the chill bites at her nose. Shivering a bit and thinking of how speed might keep her blood from freezing, "Travel at speed I say." Urging her legs to keep the pace sinking deep with each step. "The shoes! Could we stop just a moment? Even here the shoes should help?" She says digging the snow shoes out of the small satchel at her waist and trying to figure how to put them on. With a little trial and error, snow shoes now on, she treads along happily with the group along the top of the snow. Keeping alert as she is able at the pace.
"I agree, let us move as fast as we can, at least for today. The greater danger will lie further from this encampment. With Orvo as our guide he can direct us the best route to our destination. I will help Orvo in guiding for when in the wilderness the plants and wildlife almost seem to lead me to food and shelter." He looks around at the others and gauges that they are up to the task and are eager to set out. "Let us go while there is still light."
Durnham nods to the buyer as he leaves the tent. Outside, he listens to everyone and adds his thoughts as well. “Let’s get a move on. We need to find the cure as quickly as possible... Orvo, lead the way!”
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“Yes, speed is more important than caution in this case. Let’s be on our way”
Seeing Kotar move to protect the rear of the group, Brandon steps up near the front, just behind their guide and Ressys and ready to protect them if necessary.