”I’ve never been to a party. Are they fun?” Misha cranes her neck to look past Skorli and at the bouncers curiously. She realizes she is getting sidetracked and returns to Prim. ”Oh, of course, the hospital. We can visit and I can show you how to save people from dying!”
"Well, yes, Scorli, my experience is with "high faluting* snooty tea rooms", as you quaintly put it", she says in her (equivalent of an) upper class British accent. "Of course that was for events at public venues, precautions weren't needed for events at home. It's not intended as an insult or "better than you", it's just how I grew up."
"Some of those parties were fun Misha. My Quincinera where all my friends were there", she then whispers "we even got in a bit of snogging* when the grownups weren't looking (giggle - snort). The others were DREADFULLY boring.
Shall we go to the hospital then?", she asks Misha.
*She pronounces the G in "faluting". Snogging is used as slang for "kissing", and nothing else, which Prim will explain if asked.
Misha nods her head vigorously. Her topknot hair cascading rapidly like a waterfall as she scoots out of her chair. “Snogging? What is snogging?”. Misha listens to Prim as she explains the term and her eyes smile mischieviously, “Oh! Have you snogged a lot?”
Skorli chuckles, but not meanly. "P'rhaps we should ask ta bartender there when was ta last time they had a 'Quinceañera' in here."He snorts involuntarily. "I'm sure that be what's going on in ta back right now!"
He tries to take a drink from his mug, but he is still laughing, and ends up inh-ale-ing some of his drink, and then coughing and spluttering.
(Prim rolls 15 + 3 Medicine, to see if she needs to give Scorli the Heindrich (local equivalent of Heimlich) manuver and does so if needed)
Prim smiles at Misha as they head for the door. "What happens in snogging, stays in snogging, to adapt a phrase." Then to anyone who looks like they know the area (Barkeep, wait staff, off duty guards, etc.) "Excuse me. Can anyone direct us to the hospital?"
And (unless there's an objection) they head for the hospital.
Rhi has gone to a shady part of town in the late evening to get a tattoo.
After getting directions from a dwarven barmaid, Misha and Prim head to the hospital/temple of healing. When you arrive, the woman behind the desk greets you warmly and asks you, "Where does it hurt?"
"Thank you for your concern but we're here to see if we can help", Prim says to the receptionist.
"We're casters, Misha here (gestures at Misha) knows "Spare the Dying". I have some medical skill but if someone can teach me "Life Transference" I can heal with that. We can come back at regular hours if that's the standard, but figured we'd check in case anyone was in immediate danger."
"No immediate danger right now," the woman smiles, "and we are open for emergencies right now. Perhaps, if you came back in the morning before high sun, one of our regular physicians can help you. I think Doctor Toumei is looking for some assistants. But if you are eager to put your skills to work, we have a few injured soldiers in the back. You are accredited healers, correct?" she asks.
Misha looks at the woman. “Accredi-what? Not that I am aware of. I just know of a couple spells by divine intervention. It is where I get my source of sorcery powers from. I never went to an actual school if that is the question. Now that I think about it, I never went to a school. My parents and neighbors taught me everything I know and I just happened to be unique in that I have an innate ability to wield magic!”
"And I was so busy getting my Wizard credentials that I didn't think to check for accreditation. I've had medical training at my Alma Mater as electives..."
(she uses medical jargon to describe Wis. 11+ 3 medical skill and the healer feat "spend one use of a healer's kit to tend to a creature and restore 1d6 + 4 hit points to it, plus additional hit points equal to the creature's maximum number of Hit Dice" so the receptionist has an accurate idea what she can do)
"Well," the woman begins, "do you know of anyone in a position of authority who can vouch for your skills as healers? Perhaps they could get you a Writ of Authority saying you are capable of healing. If you work with one of our doctors, clerics, or physicians here, they could vouch for you. As I mentioned, Doctor Toumei is looking for some help. He could get you a Writ of Authority as a healer. Of course, he would have to supervise you until you prove your skills. Come back in the morning and ask for Doctor Toumei. Tell the person at the desk that Janice from night shift referred you."
Prim hopes the room comes with a shower, washbasin or bath, laundry service and breakfast. Even if she has to pay extra. She'll be as quick as she can, though, trying to leave the hotel by 9.
"After being in rhe wilderness fighting gobbos, I need to freshen up. How about you?"
Get dressed, re-apply make up and ready to go.
"Should we leave a message for the guys with Sgt. Knox before we go to the hospital?"
Before they walk to the base, Prim wears her Honorary FDF badge & advises Misha to do the same. "Makes it easier when we say we have business there."
."Excuse me." Prim says to the guard. "We're two of the strike force that killed the hobgoblin leader, trying to deliver a message to Leokorlis, Skorli, Rhi, Sgt Sloan or Sgt Knox. It's just notifying of our whereabouts today so not urgent, so if you have a message board for such things we could use that."
She gets ready to show her letter of accomplishment if needed.
Misha nods approvingly and tags on, “We’re going to the hospital to find individuals that might not make it. Not that we have a fascination with that sort of thing. Myself, I think it is sad; however, Prim wants to learn some things and I’m going to help her learn it. I’ve never taught anyone anything before so this will be a first for me; however, you never know until you start trying, I suppose.”
"Sure thing, ma'am," the guard replies. "Just write your message here," he says, handing you a clipboard with a blank sheet of paper and a pen on it, "and I will see that Sergeant Sloan and Sergeant Knox get it."
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”I’ve never been to a party. Are they fun?” Misha cranes her neck to look past Skorli and at the bouncers curiously. She realizes she is getting sidetracked and returns to Prim. ”Oh, of course, the hospital. We can visit and I can show you how to save people from dying!”
"Well, yes, Scorli, my experience is with "high faluting* snooty tea rooms", as you quaintly put it", she says in her (equivalent of an) upper class British accent. "Of course that was for events at public venues, precautions weren't needed for events at home. It's not intended as an insult or "better than you", it's just how I grew up."
"Some of those parties were fun Misha. My Quincinera where all my friends were there", she then whispers "we even got in a bit of snogging* when the grownups weren't looking (giggle - snort). The others were DREADFULLY boring.
Shall we go to the hospital then?", she asks Misha.
*She pronounces the G in "faluting". Snogging is used as slang for "kissing", and nothing else, which Prim will explain if asked.
Misha nods her head vigorously. Her topknot hair cascading rapidly like a waterfall as she scoots out of her chair. “Snogging? What is snogging?”. Misha listens to Prim as she explains the term and her eyes smile mischieviously, “Oh! Have you snogged a lot?”
Skorli chuckles, but not meanly. "P'rhaps we should ask ta bartender there when was ta last time they had a 'Quinceañera' in here." He snorts involuntarily. "I'm sure that be what's going on in ta back right now!"
He tries to take a drink from his mug, but he is still laughing, and ends up inh-ale-ing some of his drink, and then coughing and spluttering.
(Prim rolls 15 + 3 Medicine, to see if she needs to give Scorli the Heindrich (local equivalent of Heimlich) manuver and does so if needed)
Prim smiles at Misha as they head for the door. "What happens in snogging, stays in snogging, to adapt a phrase." Then to anyone who looks like they know the area (Barkeep, wait staff, off duty guards, etc.) "Excuse me. Can anyone direct us to the hospital?"
And (unless there's an objection) they head for the hospital.
Okay. So, a tussle with the guards is avoided.
Rhi has gone to a shady part of town in the late evening to get a tattoo.
After getting directions from a dwarven barmaid, Misha and Prim head to the hospital/temple of healing. When you arrive, the woman behind the desk greets you warmly and asks you, "Where does it hurt?"
Skorli here is going to have a headache come morning =) Theokorlis indicates the tipsy dwarf...
To her mates she says - Extra bouncers, and a magical perimeter fence... pretty heavy security for a private meeting in a public place...
She writes out a note of what happened for Sergeant Knox and sends it to him by messenger
"Thank you for your concern but we're here to see if we can help", Prim says to the receptionist.
"We're casters, Misha here (gestures at Misha) knows "Spare the Dying". I have some medical skill but if someone can teach me "Life Transference" I can heal with that. We can come back at regular hours if that's the standard, but figured we'd check in case anyone was in immediate danger."
"No immediate danger right now," the woman smiles, "and we are open for emergencies right now. Perhaps, if you came back in the morning before high sun, one of our regular physicians can help you. I think Doctor Toumei is looking for some assistants. But if you are eager to put your skills to work, we have a few injured soldiers in the back. You are accredited healers, correct?" she asks.
Misha looks at the woman. “Accredi-what? Not that I am aware of. I just know of a couple spells by divine intervention. It is where I get my source of sorcery powers from. I never went to an actual school if that is the question. Now that I think about it, I never went to a school. My parents and neighbors taught me everything I know and I just happened to be unique in that I have an innate ability to wield magic!”
"And I was so busy getting my Wizard credentials that I didn't think to check for accreditation. I've had medical training at my Alma Mater as electives..."
(she uses medical jargon to describe Wis. 11+ 3 medical skill and the healer feat "spend one use of a healer's kit to tend to a creature and restore 1d6 + 4 hit points to it, plus additional hit points equal to the creature's maximum number of Hit Dice" so the receptionist has an accurate idea what she can do)
"What do we need to do for accreditation? "
"Well," the woman begins, "do you know of anyone in a position of authority who can vouch for your skills as healers? Perhaps they could get you a Writ of Authority saying you are capable of healing. If you work with one of our doctors, clerics, or physicians here, they could vouch for you. As I mentioned, Doctor Toumei is looking for some help. He could get you a Writ of Authority as a healer. Of course, he would have to supervise you until you prove your skills. Come back in the morning and ask for Doctor Toumei. Tell the person at the desk that Janice from night shift referred you."
We vouch for them, don't we, Skorli....These two have saved our lives more than I can count =)
"Thank you Janice, we'll come by and talk to Doctor Toumei in the morning."
Turning, Prim says: "Lets get to bed now." and they start the walk back to their lodgings.
Okay. You find some decent rooms at an inn near the hospital for 3 gp. The next morning, you awaken refreshed and ready to start a new adventure.
Prim hopes the room comes with a shower, washbasin or bath, laundry service and breakfast. Even if she has to pay extra. She'll be as quick as she can, though, trying to leave the hotel by 9.
"After being in rhe wilderness fighting gobbos, I need to freshen up. How about you?"
Get dressed, re-apply make up and ready to go.
"Should we leave a message for the guys with Sgt. Knox before we go to the hospital?"
Misha yawns after a good nights sleep. She watches Prim with curious interest as she applies make up and gets herself ready.
Misha stretches her arms and gathers her hair up high and ties a pink ribbon at the base whereupon her hair cascades down like a fountain.
”I’m ready, Prim! I think that’s a smart idea so everyone knows where to find us.”
Before they walk to the base, Prim wears her Honorary FDF badge & advises Misha to do the same. "Makes it easier when we say we have business there."
."Excuse me." Prim says to the guard. "We're two of the strike force that killed the hobgoblin leader, trying to deliver a message to Leokorlis, Skorli, Rhi, Sgt Sloan or Sgt Knox. It's just notifying of our whereabouts today so not urgent, so if you have a message board for such things we could use that."
She gets ready to show her letter of accomplishment if needed.
Misha nods approvingly and tags on, “We’re going to the hospital to find individuals that might not make it. Not that we have a fascination with that sort of thing. Myself, I think it is sad; however, Prim wants to learn some things and I’m going to help her learn it. I’ve never taught anyone anything before so this will be a first for me; however, you never know until you start trying, I suppose.”
"Sure thing, ma'am," the guard replies. "Just write your message here," he says, handing you a clipboard with a blank sheet of paper and a pen on it, "and I will see that Sergeant Sloan and Sergeant Knox get it."