Korlan 

I look sadly at the ring..... “well you’re right ma’am. I will be off for now to see if I can come up with the money by days end.” I head off toward Sir Gable’s mansion, looking for Quill and Potts.  

On my way, I want to watch for someone with an exposed coin purse to try to swipe it from them. 

Demoiselle blinked in surprise. "Pauvre fille," She said in a sympathetic tone. Quietly she asked "Aussi, n'est-ce pas suspect comment Menges a agi? Il porte une couronne qui ne lui appartient pas et danse comme s'il tenait déjà notre plus haut titre. Est-ce mal de suspecter un acte criminel?"

Esvaris

"Oui, quelque chose ne va pas."

Korlan make a Perception check

Esvaris

I would like to go up to one of the guards and ask, "Excuse moi, er I mean, Excuse me, I am looking for Tristan. Do either of you know where he is?"

Esvaris: Glancing up in surprise, the younger guard nods hesitantly.  "He was the one what was on duty last night, so he's prolly sleepin' in the barracks right now."

Esvaris

"Ok, thanks." I will finish my lunch quickly, and then try to find the barracks before the first bell.

Korlan: You find Quill and Pots down a side street just off the northwest corner of the market.  It has a stylized painted feather on the sign dipping into an ink well.  Within you find a neatly organized, though small, shop with various types of parchment along one wall, separated by the type of skin they are made from; calf, goat, or sheep.  There are also a wide selection of inks and quill pens of varying quality.  At the far end of the long narrow room you can see two older men behind a high counter.  The shorter one has a fringe of white hair around a balding pate and a wide white mustache.  The taller one, also balding on top, has grey hair and thick bushy grey eyebrows.  A sign on the counter in front of them reads, "Statler Quill and Waldorf Pots, Fine Inks".

Esvaris:  The barracks is on the south side of the basilica.  As you approach, you see that it is designed only to hold a small contingent of soldiers, no more than 10 at most, and a few horses.  The front gates are open into a dirt courtyard where three men are practicing archery.  Similar to the atrium, there is a covered portico around the courtyard with arched entrances to the various rooms and stables.  The men direct you to the general sleeping quarters along the south wall. Inside you see the younger, stricter, soldier whom you spoke to when you first arrived at the basilica.

Esvaris

I will wake him up and say, "Sorry to wake you, but I have something very important to tell you. Are you Tristan?"

Esvaris: He sits up, wearing a light brown linen tunic and rubbing his face to wake up a bit.  His blonde hair is shaved close to his head and he seems unhappy to be woken up.  "Well, then? Tell me what?"

Esvaris

"I don't have time to explain how I know this, but your lover was caught by her father Lord Atterly last night sneaking back into her home after your tryst. She is missing. I fear she may be in danger. You must find her!"

Esvaris:  Tristan jumps to his feet beside the bed. "What? But how?"  Then his eyes narrow, "It must be her brother, Lord Brackus.  She has said many times that she fears him of late."  Looking at you carefully, he cocks his head to one side. "Are you, by chance, the novice Esvaris?  She came by the gate last night before she left.  She said an elf of that name was trustworthy if we needed help."

Esvaris

"Yes that's me." I also stand.

Esvaris:  He shakes your hand in gratitude. "Then I thank you.  Though this news is dire.  Have you any idea where she may be?" Mouth twisting in anger he says, "Both of her brothers must have known, of course, although Marie herself only learned recently that she was adopted." His eyes hold restrained fury. "That's why they treated her as nothing but a hanger on, leeching off their father." He begins to pull his armor on over his clothes. "She found evidence in Lord Atterley's papers.  It was a political favor, her adoption.  She was named after her mother, Marie Lavoie, who was murdered by an assassin just after the babe was born.  But Marie is not lowborn."  Thrusting his feet angrily into his boots he rises again.  "She is everything to me." A hint of moisture touches his eyes.  "I will search for her, breaking into Atterley's mansion if I have to.  If you hear any news, please, let me know.  I will be back by this evening's novice initiate ceremony, goddess willing."

Esvaris

"You're welcome. And thanks for telling me all of that stuff. I do not know where she is, but if I see her, I will let her know you are looking for you. May the Goddess be with you."

After Demoiselle was finished with her meal, she went to get ready to take the roots to the city market.

Demoiselle and Emungo borrow a small cart from the stable near the rectory and use it to load up the baskets of root vegetables from the garden.  Together they can pull the cart to the market.  Leading the way to a reserved location near the southeast corner of the square, the novice stops the cart next to a wooden stand with a faded yellow awning over it.  This is a more permanent set up that isn't taken down at the close of market each evening.  He directs you to help him start filling the bins.  There are already several open containers full of winter onions, garlic, peas, and cabbages.  On one end of the stand is a small display shelf.  Emungo pulls two scrolls out of his robe and three carved dagger handles.  He sets them on the shelf carefully.  "These are my own personal items for sale.  If you serve in the garden and market you can sell anything you've made at the basilica."  He touches one of the dagger hilts lovingly.  "I learned to make these in Friar Bernard's woodcarving class."

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Korlan make a Perception check

Korlan does not see an easy mark with a coin purse to lift.

Quill isn't really sure what he's meant to be doing. He sets off in a random direction.