Kriv follows the group

Raziel nods, "Unfortunate, does it work on your crossbow bolts?" Raziel thought of how nice it would be to have his arrows return to his quiver, something he would have to look into. "So, any thoughts on what we are up against? I know it can't be anything along the lines of a wraith or spector....vampire or wright though that's a different story." The elf paused, "Didn't seem intelligent enoigh to be a vampire...,

"Based on my research and the corroboration of the prisoners I have a high confidence that we're dealing with wights.  Silvered weapons should work nicely against them" Kriv says with a grin.

"Wights are typically created when someone driven by great greed, desire, and/or vanity is killed.  It's not hard to believe that someone as greedy as a pirate could come back as a wight.  They also have the ability to turn corpses into zombies, which fits nicely with the prisoners description".

“I agree. I think we are facing at least one wight and as many zombies as he had created in the initial onslaught. We cannot be sure if the transformation was due to a some curse with that old gold coins or with its own greed. We will see I guess. I think that we shiuld treat the gold,if we find it, with precaution.

once we have neutralized the first threat we could look into that cult for more clues on the chest and that gold.” 

"Let me deal with the cult when it comes to it." Raziel said harshly, "I have spent plenty of time hunting various cultists that dabble in such things as curses and undesd."

Raziel stopped a guard asking for more detailed directions on how to get to the armory before continuing.

The rifleman stops and listens to your question about the armory. With her slightly pointed ears, slender face, and vibrant blue eyes, it looks like she is a half-elf. 

"You're the ones Lady Cassandra recently hired, isn't that right? I'll take you to the armory now," she says, flashing a smile. She adjusts her belt and pistol holster and keeps a few paces ahead of you as she takes you out of the castle proper and across the grounds to a structure built into the whitestone walls surrounding the palace. A muscular dwarf wearing a blacksmith's clothing is standing before an anvil as he hammers away at a hot piece of iron that looks like it could be a sword one day with a little more work. His black beard and eyebrows appear to be a bit singed by the fires of his forge and he appears to be absorbed in his work.

"Quartermaster! ... Quartmaster... Kholin!" The rifleman finally yells, causing the dwarf to jump and nearly drop the blade.

"Moradin's beard, Orphyra!" The dwarf snaps with a low voice, placing the blade and hammer down on the anvil and wiping his face with a sooty hand, "Erm, I mean, lieutenant... I told ye' before te' just tap my shoulder if ye' need anythin'... What can I do for you?"

"For me, nothing. But these fellows are freelancers working for the Chamber and were looking for you," Orphyra says with a grin. She turns to all of you. "Well, I'd best be off. Good luck, adventurers."

The dwarf sighs and mutters something to himself before sticking the hot blade in a trough of water, which hisses like a snake whose rest was just disturbed. The steam slightly obscures Quartermaster Ashpike's face.

"Well, if ye're here on business with the Chamber, how can I be of service to ye'?"

Raziel gives a sly smile as he checks out the half elf while walking with his friends. When they get to the armory the elf bows his head.

"Would you care for dinner and a drink m'lady? Maybe hear sbout this fabulous city from one of its most beautiful protectors."

Raziel waited for her answer and then turned his attention to the blacksmith. "We have been hired to fight and kill a Wright. In order to do so we need silver weaponry. If there is any chance we can barrow some or have some made that would be great." Raziel hands over the written parchment from Cassandra.

Orphyra chuckles and turns her head over her shoulder as she walks. "Come back alive, then maybe we can talk," she calls.

"I'm just gonna let ye' know that ye're wastin' yer time on that one, she's a real minx..." Ashpike mutters to Raziel.

"Yer writ says to loan ye' some, not make anythin'... Well, come with me inside and I'll show ye' what we've got."

The quartermaster leads you inside a room with racks upon racks of weapons: swords, axes, maces, bows, arrows, crossbows, hammers of all shapes and sizes. They appear to be finely made, but they're no better against a wight than the weapons you already have. He asks you to wait near a central wooden table that has some scraps of metal, leather, and other materials on it. He comes out with a long cloth bundle wrapped up in his arms, which he sets down on the table with a slight clink. He unfolds it and reveals a longsword, two shortswords, four daggers, a spear, and a shortbow with a quiver of 20 arrows.

"This is all we can spare at the moment. The Grey Hunters're currently on the hunt fer somethin' and took most of our reserve of silver weapons. Mind ye', if ye' lose any of these, it'll cost ye' anywhere from ten gold for an arrow to a hundred gold for that longsword. Damages will cost slightly less. Ye've been warned; take your pick o' the litter."

"Just out of curiousity...what is the process of silvering a weapon?" Kriv asks.  "Could my comrades just give you a few silver pieces, you melt them down and apply the melted silver to their weapons, or is it more complicated than that?  I'm not one for weapons myself..."

Raziel grabs one of the daggers and tests it balance, spinning it in his palm and around his fingers. He places it down and examines the shortswords as well.

"Fine craftsmanship, where did you learn your art if I may ask?"

Ashpike hums and scrunches his face in consideration for a second before he replies, "It's a wee bit more complicated than that. The reason silverin' costs so much is not only due to the price of the silver, but also the amount of time and expertise it takes to properly craft a silvered weapon. Silver isn't exactly steel; it weren't meant to be forged into weapons, especially considerin' that steel can punch right through silver without issue. Ye have to essentially forge the steel to be inlaid with silver. Silver makes sure the monsters hurt and the steel makes sure yer sword don't snap in half. It's... complicated, to say the least."

Ashpike turns to Raziel with a surprised look on his face. "Ha! Wait 'til I tell dad that an elf complimented my smithing," he says, rubbing his hands together and laughing. "I mean no offense of course, master, 'tis but a jest. I studied under the master smiths of the Bronzegrip Metalworks in Kraghammer. Pride of the Bottom Slab, the Metalworks are! Ye won't find better craftin' in all Tal'Dorei. I heard rumor tha' some noble human family were lookin' for a new armorer and quartermaster for their city guard and found that it paid much more than my commission in Kraghammer, so I packed up and came here! Colder than a frost giant's tits here, but the pay is good and the small population of my people here have welcomed me with open arms... Ah, sorry, ye didn't come here to listen to some dwarf jabber on about himself to people he doesn't know from Agard..."

"Not to worry, master dwarf. I love a good story, me! My father worked the forge, his work was mostly horse shoes and farm equipment though." Ed picks up a silvered dagger, "These, however are far more interesting. They should do very nicely."

In silence Coldric take one dagger just in case. 

“Thank you Maese Ashpike” he says. 

Raziel nods and smiles to the dwarf. "You'll learn I'm not like my kinsmen. I can respect all forms of craft, especially when it helps me kill undead foes." The elf puts the shortswords on the table and inspects the arrows.

"10 gold for each arrow you say?" Raziel nods and unhooks his own quiver replacing it with the quiver of silver arrows. He offers the dwarf the mundane arrows. "Can I leave these with you?"

Edward sets the dagger back down on the table and picks up the two shortswords, "I'll take these, if no-one else wants them" Ed twirls the swords in his wrists simultaneously. Any excuse to try and look cool...

“Wouldn’t it better if you carry those too? “ interjects the cleric looking at Raziel “It’s likely that we have to deal with more than undeads and if that happens you will be wasting precious resources for the undeads. And the zombies hasn’t special weakness against silvered weapons. I know it’s bulky but... “ he shrugs his shoulders and turn to inspect the rest of the armory, leaving the decision to Raziel. 

Raziel taps four mundane daggers, "No worries, I am keeping my daggers and rapier just in case. My arrows are for insurance. If we die he has some stuff to sale. If we live I get my arrows back and he gets his." 

Raziel gives a nod to the dwarf, "A form of trust and hopefully we gain a friend we can buy equipment from."

“Ah, very interesting. I had no idea about the complexities.” Kriv takes a moment to scribble some notes in his spellbook.

”Oh, no weapons for me by the way. I’d be more likely to injure myself than do harm to something else...”

Raziel looks at the longsword and lifts it. "I must admit I doubt I'll be any good with this...but my rapier won't do much against our target. Thank you Ashpike, now woth the half elf. Why did you mean woth her being a minx?" He saod with a sly smile.

 Ashpike eyes Kriv up and nods. "Ye do look more the bookish type. No offense intended, of course, master dragonborn."

"Ah, Lieutenant Hallthrone? Orphyra? She just likes yankin' people's chains, particularly gullible men... Not that I would be knowin' anythin' about that," Ashpike huffs and shakes his head. "And ye' all can call me Kholin, if ye' like. Quartermaster sounds so impersonal."