Not waiting for a response from Diana, almost as if his initial innocuous query was solely a formality intended as a lead-in to his real question, he asks, "So you wouldn't have heard of a sage in these parts by the name of Khea then? A name which happened to be inscribed onto the faces of the men who attacked us on the road?"
" Honestly? Unless they were a sage of drinking, sleeping late and impulsive decisions....its unlikely I've heard of any sages in any parts.", Abrontodon grinned.
With no idea what behaviour is expected in a merchant guildhall, Goran stays close to Klopas. The earlier charade was quite enjoyable to the bald headed Goran. To Klopas he whispers whilst they walk towards the humming man " What's this artificer thing?"
After thanking the woman, Klopas moved casually in approach toward the older gentleman as directed.
“Someone gifted in the ability of creating magical artifacts.” Klopas responds quietly without breaking his demeanor, almost in ventriloquist fashion.
He slowed to a halt a couple steps away, and giving a cordial smile and gentile bow, introduced himself.
"You'll want to talk to that guy over in the corner." A short woman points toward an old man, hunched over something, humming a strange song.
”Good day to you, sir.” Klopas chimes. “I am Klopas Threeguard, of the Threeguard Merchants, and I’m told you’re the man to see about enchanted items..”
With no idea what behaviour is expected in a merchant guildhall, Goran stays close to Klopas. The earlier charade was quite enjoyable to the bald headed Goran. To Klopas he whispers whilst they walk towards the humming man " What's this artificer thing?"
After thanking the woman, Klopas moved casually in approach toward the older gentleman as directed.
“Someone gifted in the ability of creating magical artifacts.” Klopas responds quietly without breaking his demeanor, almost in ventriloquist fashion.
He slowed to a halt a couple steps away, and giving a cordial smile and gentile bow, introduced himself.
"You'll want to talk to that guy over in the corner." A short woman points toward an old man, hunched over something, humming a strange song.
”Good day to you, sir.” Klopas chimes. “I am Klopas Threeguard, of the Threeguard Merchants, and I’m told you’re the man to see about enchanted items..”
The man smiles widely. "I am! My, it's been ages since someone showed interest in my craft. Now, what's interesting to you?"
Klopas nonchalantly reaches into his pack, pulling out one of the masks.
"This piece I suppose..." he responds while offering the mask in hand. "I'd also be interested in viewing any crafts you may have tinkered."
With no idea what behaviour is expected in a merchant guildhall, Goran stays close to Klopas. The earlier charade was quite enjoyable to the bald headed Goran. To Klopas he whispers whilst they walk towards the humming man " What's this artificer thing?"
After thanking the woman, Klopas moved casually in approach toward the older gentleman as directed.
“Someone gifted in the ability of creating magical artifacts.” Klopas responds quietly without breaking his demeanor, almost in ventriloquist fashion.
He slowed to a halt a couple steps away, and giving a cordial smile and gentile bow, introduced himself.
"You'll want to talk to that guy over in the corner." A short woman points toward an old man, hunched over something, humming a strange song.
”Good day to you, sir.” Klopas chimes. “I am Klopas Threeguard, of the Threeguard Merchants, and I’m told you’re the man to see about enchanted items..”
The man smiles widely. "I am! My, it's been ages since someone showed interest in my craft. Now, what's interesting to you?"
Klopas nonchalantly reaches into his pack, pulling out one of the masks.
"This piece I suppose..." he responds while offering the mask in hand. "I'd also be interested in viewing any crafts you may have tinkered."
The old man looks furtive. "Where did you get this mask? It's a mask of the Returned, the dead who have returned from the Underworld. But let me try to translate this. Hmm, I believe it says: “Hid from eyes of mortals and gods/Lies wither in Orestes’s rot." But that's all I can understand. Well, let me show you what I've been working on."
He points a wand at you. Please make a DC 10 Charisma saving throw.
DM roll:
21
Klopas intently listens to the cipher, and reacts with widened eye as he prepares for whatever may be at hand.
Goran, who is wandering around the guild hall taking in his surrounds, is suddenly drawn to the ongoings between Klopas and the other merchant. He watches on as a stick is pointed at his travelling companion.
With no idea what behaviour is expected in a merchant guildhall, Goran stays close to Klopas. The earlier charade was quite enjoyable to the bald headed Goran. To Klopas he whispers whilst they walk towards the humming man " What's this artificer thing?"
After thanking the woman, Klopas moved casually in approach toward the older gentleman as directed.
“Someone gifted in the ability of creating magical artifacts.” Klopas responds quietly without breaking his demeanor, almost in ventriloquist fashion.
He slowed to a halt a couple steps away, and giving a cordial smile and gentile bow, introduced himself.
"You'll want to talk to that guy over in the corner." A short woman points toward an old man, hunched over something, humming a strange song.
”Good day to you, sir.” Klopas chimes. “I am Klopas Threeguard, of the Threeguard Merchants, and I’m told you’re the man to see about enchanted items..”
The man smiles widely. "I am! My, it's been ages since someone showed interest in my craft. Now, what's interesting to you?"
Klopas nonchalantly reaches into his pack, pulling out one of the masks.
"This piece I suppose..." he responds while offering the mask in hand. "I'd also be interested in viewing any crafts you may have tinkered."
The old man looks furtive. "Where did you get this mask? It's a mask of the Returned, the dead who have returned from the Underworld. But let me try to translate this. Hmm, I believe it says: “Hid from eyes of mortals and gods/Lies wither in Orestes’s rot." But that's all I can understand. Well, let me show you what I've been working on."
He points a wand at you. Please make a DC 10 Charisma saving throw.
DM roll:
21
Klopas intently listens to the cipher, and reacts with widened eye as he prepares for whatever may be at hand.
(( Char. Saving Throw 1 ))
You are forced to smile for one minute. The old man beams. "It works!"
"So it does..." Klopas responds while massaging his jaws. "Entertaining, but do you have anything else by chance?"
Klopas, both having been confused, concerned, but then relaxed at the closure of the effect...takes a moment to ponder.
"One mask came from a rider felled while fleeing two others..." he decides to respond in reference to the earlier question. "The one in your hand is one of two masks taken off the corpses of the riders whom pursued the first."
Klopas furrows his brow while scratching his forehead. "I appreciate the translation... Any idea as to the magics or hexes associated with such creatures or masks in particular? There seemed a strange momentary event which ensued after the riders dispatching and procuring of the masks."
With no idea what behaviour is expected in a merchant guildhall, Goran stays close to Klopas. The earlier charade was quite enjoyable to the bald headed Goran. To Klopas he whispers whilst they walk towards the humming man " What's this artificer thing?"
After thanking the woman, Klopas moved casually in approach toward the older gentleman as directed.
“Someone gifted in the ability of creating magical artifacts.” Klopas responds quietly without breaking his demeanor, almost in ventriloquist fashion.
He slowed to a halt a couple steps away, and giving a cordial smile and gentile bow, introduced himself.
"You'll want to talk to that guy over in the corner." A short woman points toward an old man, hunched over something, humming a strange song.
”Good day to you, sir.” Klopas chimes. “I am Klopas Threeguard, of the Threeguard Merchants, and I’m told you’re the man to see about enchanted items..”
The man smiles widely. "I am! My, it's been ages since someone showed interest in my craft. Now, what's interesting to you?"
Klopas nonchalantly reaches into his pack, pulling out one of the masks.
"This piece I suppose..." he responds while offering the mask in hand. "I'd also be interested in viewing any crafts you may have tinkered."
The old man looks furtive. "Where did you get this mask? It's a mask of the Returned, the dead who have returned from the Underworld. But let me try to translate this. Hmm, I believe it says: “Hid from eyes of mortals and gods/Lies wither in Orestes’s rot." But that's all I can understand. Well, let me show you what I've been working on."
He points a wand at you. Please make a DC 10 Charisma saving throw.
DM roll:
21
Klopas intently listens to the cipher, and reacts with widened eye as he prepares for whatever may be at hand.
(( Char. Saving Throw 1 ))
You are forced to smile for one minute. The old man beams. "It works!"
"So it does..." Klopas responds while massaging his jaws. "Entertaining, but do you have anything else by chance?"
Klopas, both having been confused, concerned, but then relaxed at the closure of the effect...takes a moment to ponder.
"One mask came from a rider felled while fleeing two others..." he decides to respond in reference to the earlier question. "The one in your hand is one of two masks taken off the corpses of the riders whom pursued the first."
Klopas furrows his brow while scratching his forehead. "I appreciate the translation... Any idea as to the magics or hexes associated with such creatures or masks in particular? There seemed a strange momentary event which ensued after the riders dispatching and procuring of the masks."
With no idea what behaviour is expected in a merchant guildhall, Goran stays close to Klopas. The earlier charade was quite enjoyable to the bald headed Goran. To Klopas he whispers whilst they walk towards the humming man " What's this artificer thing?"
After thanking the woman, Klopas moved casually in approach toward the older gentleman as directed.
“Someone gifted in the ability of creating magical artifacts.” Klopas responds quietly without breaking his demeanor, almost in ventriloquist fashion.
He slowed to a halt a couple steps away, and giving a cordial smile and gentile bow, introduced himself.
"You'll want to talk to that guy over in the corner." A short woman points toward an old man, hunched over something, humming a strange song.
”Good day to you, sir.” Klopas chimes. “I am Klopas Threeguard, of the Threeguard Merchants, and I’m told you’re the man to see about enchanted items..”
The man smiles widely. "I am! My, it's been ages since someone showed interest in my craft. Now, what's interesting to you?"
Klopas nonchalantly reaches into his pack, pulling out one of the masks.
"This piece I suppose..." he responds while offering the mask in hand. "I'd also be interested in viewing any crafts you may have tinkered."
The old man looks furtive. "Where did you get this mask? It's a mask of the Returned, the dead who have returned from the Underworld. But let me try to translate this. Hmm, I believe it says: “Hid from eyes of mortals and gods/Lies wither in Orestes’s rot." But that's all I can understand. Well, let me show you what I've been working on."
He points a wand at you. Please make a DC 10 Charisma saving throw.
DM roll:
21
Klopas intently listens to the cipher, and reacts with widened eye as he prepares for whatever may be at hand.
(( Char. Saving Throw 1 ))
You are forced to smile for one minute. The old man beams. "It works!"
"So it does..." Klopas responds while massaging his jaws. "Entertaining, but do you have anything else by chance?"
Klopas, both having been confused, concerned, but then relaxed at the closure of the effect...takes a moment to ponder.
"One mask came from a rider felled while fleeing two others..." he decides to respond in reference to the earlier question. "The one in your hand is one of two masks taken off the corpses of the riders whom pursued the first."
Klopas furrows his brow while scratching his forehead. "I appreciate the translation... Any idea as to the magics or hexes associated with such creatures or masks in particular? There seemed a strange momentary event which ensued after the riders dispatching and procuring of the masks."
"Interesting. What sort of event?"
Klopas looks around to see who answered him.
((Insight 19))
An old woman looks up at you. "I am Khea. Gather your friends, and then meet me at my cottage on the edge of town. Just follow Recae Plaza until the slums, then follow the path for about half an hour." She walks away.
"Hm.." Klopas mutters with curious expression. "Apparently I have two engagements scheduled for this evening."
He turns back to the old man.
"Well sir," he continues. "Do you have any other enchantments or wishes to purchase or trade for that mask by chance?"
With no idea what behaviour is expected in a merchant guildhall, Goran stays close to Klopas. The earlier charade was quite enjoyable to the bald headed Goran. To Klopas he whispers whilst they walk towards the humming man " What's this artificer thing?"
After thanking the woman, Klopas moved casually in approach toward the older gentleman as directed.
“Someone gifted in the ability of creating magical artifacts.” Klopas responds quietly without breaking his demeanor, almost in ventriloquist fashion.
He slowed to a halt a couple steps away, and giving a cordial smile and gentile bow, introduced himself.
"You'll want to talk to that guy over in the corner." A short woman points toward an old man, hunched over something, humming a strange song.
”Good day to you, sir.” Klopas chimes. “I am Klopas Threeguard, of the Threeguard Merchants, and I’m told you’re the man to see about enchanted items..”
The man smiles widely. "I am! My, it's been ages since someone showed interest in my craft. Now, what's interesting to you?"
Klopas nonchalantly reaches into his pack, pulling out one of the masks.
"This piece I suppose..." he responds while offering the mask in hand. "I'd also be interested in viewing any crafts you may have tinkered."
The old man looks furtive. "Where did you get this mask? It's a mask of the Returned, the dead who have returned from the Underworld. But let me try to translate this. Hmm, I believe it says: “Hid from eyes of mortals and gods/Lies wither in Orestes’s rot." But that's all I can understand. Well, let me show you what I've been working on."
He points a wand at you. Please make a DC 10 Charisma saving throw.
DM roll:
21
Klopas intently listens to the cipher, and reacts with widened eye as he prepares for whatever may be at hand.
(( Char. Saving Throw 1 ))
You are forced to smile for one minute. The old man beams. "It works!"
"So it does..." Klopas responds while massaging his jaws. "Entertaining, but do you have anything else by chance?"
Klopas, both having been confused, concerned, but then relaxed at the closure of the effect...takes a moment to ponder.
"One mask came from a rider felled while fleeing two others..." he decides to respond in reference to the earlier question. "The one in your hand is one of two masks taken off the corpses of the riders whom pursued the first."
Klopas furrows his brow while scratching his forehead. "I appreciate the translation... Any idea as to the magics or hexes associated with such creatures or masks in particular? There seemed a strange momentary event which ensued after the riders dispatching and procuring of the masks."
"Interesting. What sort of event?"
Klopas looks around to see who answered him.
((Insight 19))
An old woman looks up at you. "I am Khea. Gather your friends, and then meet me at my cottage on the edge of town. Just follow Recae Plaza until the slums, then follow the path for about half an hour." She walks away.
"Hm.." Klopas mutters with curious expression. "Apparently I have two engagements scheduled for this evening."
He turns back to the old man.
"Well sir," he continues. "Do you have any other enchantments or wishes to purchase or trade for that mask by chance?"
"No, I prefer to stay away from the affairs of the dead." The old man replies.
Klopas lets out a vexed sigh as he shrugs. "Fair.."
After thanking those in the guild and reminding them of their trade agreement with his family, he motions to Goran that they should leave.
"Guess we should meet up with the others at the inn..." he comments with a hint of sorrow.
At his point, Brundt is just entering the inn. He immediately trudges over to a corner table and catches the eye of one of the staff, holding up four fingers to signal the number of drinks he expects to be brought to the table.
"I'm sure the druid will be here shortly to join us," he says to Abrontodon and Diana. "And I suspect he may have that servant fellow in tow."
At his point, Brundt is just entering the inn. He immediately trudges over to a corner table and catches the eye of one of the staff, holding up four fingers to signal the number of drinks he expects to be brought to the table.
"I'm sure the druid will be here shortly to join us," he says to Abrontodon and Diana. "And I suspect he may have that servant fellow in tow."
" The who? Oh, those other men.....sure, the more the merrier."
" They should probably just bring over the bottle.....jug....amphora...barrel...thing."
" So.......Diana and I hurt people....professionally. What do you do......when your not extorting folks in exchange for healing. ", she trailed off with a mumbled grin.
Brundt's ear flicks at Abrontodon's mumblings, though his face doesn't give away any indication that he heard her.
"I observe. I learn." His next words take on a slight edge and he seems to be directing them at Abrontodon. "And when deeds need doing, I do what needs to be done."
Brundt relaxes back in his seat. "Setessa. Now that's another place I've not been. What prompted you to leave?"he says to Diana, pulling out a book from his pack. You note that of the four drinks he ordered, none are sitting before him.
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" Honestly? Unless they were a sage of drinking, sleeping late and impulsive decisions....its unlikely I've heard of any sages in any parts.", Abrontodon grinned.
After thanking the woman, Klopas moved casually in approach toward the older gentleman as directed.
“Someone gifted in the ability of creating magical artifacts.” Klopas responds quietly without breaking his demeanor, almost in ventriloquist fashion.
He slowed to a halt a couple steps away, and giving a cordial smile and gentile bow, introduced himself.
”Good day to you, sir.” Klopas chimes. “I am Klopas Threeguard, of the Threeguard Merchants, and I’m told you’re the man to see about enchanted items..”
Klopas nonchalantly reaches into his pack, pulling out one of the masks.
"This piece I suppose..." he responds while offering the mask in hand. "I'd also be interested in viewing any crafts you may have tinkered."
Klopas intently listens to the cipher, and reacts with widened eye as he prepares for whatever may be at hand.
(( Char. Saving Throw 10 ))
Goran, who is wandering around the guild hall taking in his surrounds, is suddenly drawn to the ongoings between Klopas and the other merchant. He watches on as a stick is pointed at his travelling companion.
"So it does..." Klopas responds while massaging his jaws. "Entertaining, but do you have anything else by chance?"
Klopas, both having been confused, concerned, but then relaxed at the closure of the effect...takes a moment to ponder.
"One mask came from a rider felled while fleeing two others..." he decides to respond in reference to the earlier question. "The one in your hand is one of two masks taken off the corpses of the riders whom pursued the first."
Klopas furrows his brow while scratching his forehead. "I appreciate the translation... Any idea as to the magics or hexes associated with such creatures or masks in particular? There seemed a strange momentary event which ensued after the riders dispatching and procuring of the masks."
Klopas looks around to see who answered him.
((Insight 4))
"Hm.." Klopas mutters with curious expression. "Apparently I have two engagements scheduled for this evening."
He turns back to the old man.
"Well sir," he continues. "Do you have any other enchantments or wishes to purchase or trade for that mask by chance?"
Klopas lets out a vexed sigh as he shrugs. "Fair.."
After thanking those in the guild and reminding them of their trade agreement with his family, he motions to Goran that they should leave.
"Guess we should meet up with the others at the inn..." he comments with a hint of sorrow.
At his point, Brundt is just entering the inn. He immediately trudges over to a corner table and catches the eye of one of the staff, holding up four fingers to signal the number of drinks he expects to be brought to the table.
"I'm sure the druid will be here shortly to join us," he says to Abrontodon and Diana. "And I suspect he may have that servant fellow in tow."
" The who? Oh, those other men.....sure, the more the merrier."
" They should probably just bring over the bottle.....jug....amphora...barrel...thing."
" So.......Diana and I hurt people....professionally. What do you do......when your not extorting folks in exchange for healing. ", she trailed off with a mumbled grin.
"To answer your earlier question, I come from Setessa, a polis to the east." Diana says, taking a swallow of her drink.
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Brundt's ear flicks at Abrontodon's mumblings, though his face doesn't give away any indication that he heard her.
"I observe. I learn." His next words take on a slight edge and he seems to be directing them at Abrontodon. "And when deeds need doing, I do what needs to be done."
Brundt relaxes back in his seat. "Setessa. Now that's another place I've not been. What prompted you to leave?" he says to Diana, pulling out a book from his pack. You note that of the four drinks he ordered, none are sitting before him.