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Drako smiles. "Then it seems a blacksmith is in order. I do wonder if the guild has reached here in this border town. It'll be nice to see the handiwork of another."
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Nigel looks to the sky then rises to his feet. Smoothing his cloths ha announces, "Well the morning wanes. If we are to complete these tasks we should be on the way with haste." Nigel removes both jobs from the board and goes inside to speak with Harbin.
"Harbin! It would seem there are some willing to do you chores for you. They will be needed directions to these locations." Nigel places the flyers on the counter along side his book now open to a rough drawn map of the area. "Simply point out the locations and we'll be on our way.
OoC: I don't remember describing the Hall, so here...
The townmaster’s hall has sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back. The job board next to the front door features a sparse number of notices, all written in Common and in the same hand.
As you storm inside the Townmaster's Hall, the front counter is empty. From a back door, you hear the sound of footsteps as Harbin Wester, Phandalin's duly appointed townmaster, hurriedly walks out with all sorts of office materials. His demeanor has never been pleasant towards anyone (since you've arrived, anyways), and today is no different.
"Boy, can't you see I'm busy?! Comin' in here demanding directions like ya own the place! Gimme that!" and he makes two marks on your map for both quests after examining which is which. "There! And ya best not bother me again unless those jobs are done, ya hear?!" and he fumbles his way out of the Townmaster's Hall, ushering everyone who was inside to walk out as he closes the main door and makes his way to his home. There seems to be more guard activity around the are where the Hall and his house is, in comparison to everywhere else. Y'all can see him close his door by slaming it shut. Nigel would know that during his stay, Harbin has been a shut-in except for hen he posts jobs on the Board.
"He seems a bit gruff." says Drako to Nigel. "Must be the dragon getting to him."
He asks a nearby guard, "Hello, if I may have a moment of your time, would you know if there's a blacksmith nearby? I've heard of the Miner's Exchange and Barthen's Provisions, but I'm not sure which of those you'd recommend."
The guard takes this opportunity to leave his post and actually guides you to the Lionshield Coster, which is where armor and weapons can be procured. It seems they are a friendly young man who is bored from having to sit around Harbin's residence.
Description: Hanging above the front door of this modest trading post is a sign shaped like a wooden shield with a blue lion painted on it. This building is owned by the Lionshields, a merchant company based in the city of Yartar over a hundred miles to the east. The company ships finished goods to Phandalin and other small settlements throughout the region.
Inside the building, you see a menagerie of weapons, armors and ammunitions on display. And as you glance over at the counter, you see Linene Graywind, the owner of this establishment:
OoC: You can buy armor, weapons and ammunition found in the 5th chapter of the basic rules.
OoC: I'm gonna log off for the night. Tomorrow y'all can spend your gold however you want (it's relatively early in the morning, still). Once y'all leave Phandalin I'll explain how the travel will work.
As Willow walks alongside her companions through the bustling streets of Phandalin towards the Lionshield Coster, her gaze drifts across the lively scenes of the town. The trading post, marked by a sign featuring a blue lion on a wooden shield, symbolizes the robust trade routes that breathe life into this frontier town. Yet, as her fellow adventurers gear up for the journey, Willow’s thoughts linger on different preparations.
Upon reaching the trading post, Willow addresses the group with her usual gentle demeanor, her words carrying a tone of supportive independence. "I'll leave you to your preparations here,"she says, her gaze sweeping over the array of weapons and armor that hold little allure for her. "While you equip yourselves for the challenges ahead, I will take a moment to visit the Shrine of Luck. It seems a fitting place to seek a blessing for our journey."
She smiles warmly, her intent clear and her presence reassuring. "Please, take your time and choose your gear with care. I will be at the shrine, reflecting on our path and perhaps seeking some divine favor to guide and protect us. Join me there once you are ready, and we shall continue together."
With these words, Willow gracefully steps away from the bustling activity of the Lionshield Coster, her steps leading her towards the Shrine of Luck. The shrine, a small and tranquil spot favored by those seeking good fortune, offers her a peaceful respite—a place to meditate and connect with the deeper currents of her faith.
As she walks, the sounds of the marketplace fade into a hushed backdrop, replaced by the quieter sounds of her own soft footsteps and the distant chirping of birds. Reaching the shrine, Willow finds solace in its sacred space, her thoughts and prayers focused on the safety and success of her newfound allies and their shared quest.
She smiles warmly, her intent clear and her presence reassuring. "Please, take your time and choose your gear with care. I will be at the shrine, reflecting on our path and perhaps seeking some divine favor to guide and protect us. Join me there once you are ready, and we shall continue together."
With these words, Willow gracefully steps away from the bustling activity of the Lionshield Coster, her steps leading her towards the Shrine of Luck. The shrine, a small and tranquil spot favored by those seeking good fortune, offers her a peaceful respite—a place to meditate and connect with the deeper currents of her faith.
As she walks, the sounds of the marketplace fade into a hushed backdrop, replaced by the quieter sounds of her own soft footsteps and the distant chirping of birds. Reaching the shrine, Willow finds solace in its sacred space, her thoughts and prayers focused on the safety and success of her newfound allies and their shared quest.
Shrine of Luck
Phandalin’s only temple is a shrine made of stones taken from the nearby ruins. It is dedicated to Tymora (goddess of luck and good fortune) and is normally in the care of a zealous elf acolyte named Sister Garaele. However, she is out of town for the moment.
As Willow and Herb make their way to the shrine, you would be informed about Sister Garaele's absence. Left unattended, but still open to the public. An elderly woman that was standing in front of the shrine seemed to be burning a stick of incense, made a quiet prayer and deposited a coin into a box as an offering. As she stands up to leave, she acknowledges you with a courteous nod and makes her way serenely to go about her business.
What would Willow do now?
OoC: Tymora is the goddess of luck and good fortune, a favored deity among gamblers, businessfolk, and adventurers alike.
"He seems a bit gruff." says Drako to Nigel. "Must be the dragon getting to him."
Nigel responds with an indifferent shrug . "I rather appreciated his manner. Direct and to the point. Probably a little more emotional than needed but I'm no judge"
Following Drako they intercept the rest. As Nigel walks along he pulls out a rock cloth from his jewlers kit and absently mindedly starts polishing and smoothing a rock from his pouch. As the more martial of the group head off to arm them selves Nigel shifts his course to follow Willow and Herb. The shrub still holding his fascination. He holds back a bit and continues to polish his stones.
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Nigel pauses his observations of Willows devotions to look skyward. Not seeing his feathered friend he scans the nearby roof tops and trees. Soon he spots his familiar snoozing in the shade on a nearby branch. Nigel gives a whistle and extends his left arm. A leather bracer keeps the birds talons fron finding flesh as it silently alights on the human perch.
"Archimedes I have a task for you. With a dragon about I need you to fly a perimeter and keep a watchful eye. Now go!" Nigel raises his arm high and the owl takes flight.
It's a beautiful day in Phandalin. Clear skies, warm temperatures and light breezes make for excellent adventuring weather. As for Dragons, as Archimedes watches the perimeter, there are none that it can notice.
Drako considers Nigel's view and shrugs. Different strokes for different people he figures.
As Willow takes her leave he says, "If we've got time, perhaps I'll come there myself."
Inside the Managerie Drako takes a look at the various armaments. "So, Linene, are you the artisan of these goods?" He wonders if she's got any connections to the Smiths' guild as he walks around.
[[ Mom! Yalexis is rolling numbers again!
Also, Drako would be interested in purchasing splint if possible. However he's a bit short on gold at the moment for that. Not sure if any of you would consider a loan, and then he'd pay back your character with his share of any loot until the debt is paid.
And while I'm thinking about it, @Yalexis, part of the Guild Artisan background mentions paying 5gp in dues each month to keep up the connections. Should we assume he's got it paid currently and has a month in-character until the next payment is due? (Just want to make sure I budget that out too, even if it's not the biggest amount.) ]]
As Willow observes the elderly woman complete her devotions at the Shrine of Luck, she feels a profound connection to the shared act of faith and humility. The tranquil air of the shrine mingled with the scent of burning incense, lends a sacred weight to the moment. After receiving a courteous nod from the woman, Willow approaches her with a gentle grace that is both respectful and intentional.
"Your offering, a testament to the generosity of spirit and faith in the blessings of fortune, truly inspires,"Willow begins, her voice soft yet clear, carrying a warmth that reflects her deep respect for the woman's devotion. "In the spirit of the kindness you've shown, I wish to share this with you."Willow extends her hand, open to reveal eleven gleaming gold coins. As the elder woman looks on, (possibly with surprise or not), Willow continues, her smile tender and sincere. "These ten coins are for you... given to you in good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you tenfold. And this eleventh coin," she adds, holding the last piece slightly apart, "I humbly ask that on your next visit to this sacred place, you offer it as my proxy. In your prayer, I ask only that you think of me as but a passing stranger, no more, no less, extending a chain of goodwill."
Willow's gesture, deeply rooted in the principles of reciprocal kindness and the belief in the circulation of goodwill, highlights her understanding of the mystical balance between giving and receiving. Her actions are not just a reflection of her generosity but also an embodiment of her faith in the unseen forces of luck and destiny that Tymora represents.
As she hands the coins to the elderly woman, her eyes hold a quiet hope that this small act of generosity will ripple forward, strengthening the bonds of human kindness and the shared belief in higher powers that guide them. With this exchange, Willow not only honors the woman’s faith but also reinforces her own role as a beacon of hope and benevolence in a world often fraught with uncertainty. Thus Willow at this time goes out of her way in order not to make a direct offering to the goddess of the shrine rather does so in a more indirect unusual manner to avoid calling attention to herself from the powers that be.
Drako considers Nigel's view and shrugs. Different strokes for different people he figures.
As Willow takes her leave he says, "If we've got time, perhaps I'll come there myself."
Inside the Managerie Drako takes a look at the various armaments. "So, Linene, are you the artisan of these goods?" He wonders if she's got any connections to the Smiths' guild as he walks around.
[[ Mom! Yalexis is rolling numbers again!
Also, Drako would be interested in purchasing splint if possible. However he's a bit short on gold at the moment for that. Not sure if any of you would consider a loan, and then he'd pay back your character with his share of any loot until the debt is paid.
And while I'm thinking about it, @Yalexis, part of the Guild Artisan background mentions paying 5gp in dues each month to keep up the connections. Should we assume he's got it paid currently and has a month in-character until the next payment is due? (Just want to make sure I budget that out too, even if it's not the biggest amount.) ]]
"Not quite," she replies, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I'm more of a purveyor than an artisan, you might say. The Lionshields, based in Yartar, provide us with the bulk of our wares. But I take pride in selecting only the finest pieces to offer to the good people of Phandalin."
She gestures toward the racks of armor and weapons lining the walls of the shop, each item gleaming with a craftsmanship born of skill and dedication. "These goods may not be of my own making, but I stand behind their quality. You won't find finer arms and armor this side of the Sword Coast."
With that, Linene awaits Drako and Vabrix's response, her demeanor relaxed yet still tinged with the same shrewdness that defines her as the master of the Lionshield Coster.
OoC: Just secret rolls. Nothing to see here. :) Good luck getting a loan (specify how much would Drako need). Consider the 5gp paid for this month. I'll tell you when you should send the next 5gp.
"Your offering, a testament to the generosity of spirit and faith in the blessings of fortune, truly inspires,"Willow begins, her voice soft yet clear, carrying a warmth that reflects her deep respect for the woman's devotion. "In the spirit of the kindness you've shown, I wish to share this with you."Willow extends her hand, open to reveal eleven gleaming gold coins. As the elder woman looks on, (possibly with surprise or not), Willow continues, her smile tender and sincere. "These ten coins are for you... given to you in good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you tenfold. And this eleventh coin," she adds, holding the last piece slightly apart, "I humbly ask that on your next visit to this sacred place, you offer it as my proxy. In your prayer, I ask only that you think of me as but a passing stranger, no more, no less, extending a chain of goodwill."
As Willow spoke, her words carried the weight of sincerity and grace, touching the very heart of the elder woman. With a soft smile gracing her weathered features, the elderly woman reached out to accept the coins, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding your comprehension.
"My dear child," she began, her voice carrying a hint of ancient wisdom and boundless compassion, "your offering is not just a gift of coin, but a testament to the purity of your spirit and the depth of your faith. Know that Tymora smiles upon you this day, for your kindness has kindled a flame of hope in the darkest corners of the world."
As she spoke, the air seemed to shimmer with a faint, gentle light, and the old woman's form appeared to blur for a fleeting moment, as if touched by the hand of magic itself.
"And as for your request," she continued, her gaze holding a hint of mystery and intrigue, "know that your words have reached the ears of one who watches over all who walk the path of fortune's favor. Your proxy shall be duly honored, and your name shall be whispered upon the winds of fate."
With a gentle nod, the old woman offered a final blessing, her presence fading into the background as she makes her way.
As the elder woman acknowledges Willow's gesture with words of ancient wisdom and a soft, knowing smile, Willow responds with the reverence and humility befitting such an encounter. "Your blessings are a balm to the soul, and I am grateful for the light you see in me," Willow replies, her pale blue eyes mirroring the tranquility of the Shrine of Luck. "May the winds of fate carry our hopes and the grace of Tymora protect us all."
With heartfelt gratitude for the elder’s blessings, Willow finds a secluded space to don her traveling clothes. She selects a comfortable blouse paired with a layered skirt, all cinched neatly at the waist by a practical belt, from which hangs a well-worn satchel—garments chosen not for finery but for the freedom of movement they allow on the open road.
Now appearing more like a simple peasant girl, Willow, her attire adjusted and spirit composed, settles beneath the expansive branches of an old tree near the shrine. In the quietude of the shade as she awaits her companions, she closes her eyes, the sunlight dancing through the leaves to play upon her braided hair. This stolen moment of peace is Willow's to reflect, to gather the quiet strength from within, and to seek the silent counsel of her faith. Her soft prayers, like the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, are for guidance and protection on the journey that awaits, for the fortitude to endure, and for the foresight to lead with kindness and bravery.
Rix looks at Drako and raises his hand. "I want a big sword"
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Drako smiles. "Then it seems a blacksmith is in order. I do wonder if the guild has reached here in this border town. It'll be nice to see the handiwork of another."
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"Let's go get big swords or axes Drako!" Rix jumps up and down, looking simplistically happy, like a little kid.
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OoC: I don't remember describing the Hall, so here...
The townmaster’s hall has sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back. The job board next to the front door features a sparse number of notices, all written in Common and in the same hand.
As you storm inside the Townmaster's Hall, the front counter is empty. From a back door, you hear the sound of footsteps as Harbin Wester, Phandalin's duly appointed townmaster, hurriedly walks out with all sorts of office materials. His demeanor has never been pleasant towards anyone (since you've arrived, anyways), and today is no different.
"Boy, can't you see I'm busy?! Comin' in here demanding directions like ya own the place! Gimme that!" and he makes two marks on your map for both quests after examining which is which. "There! And ya best not bother me again unless those jobs are done, ya hear?!" and he fumbles his way out of the Townmaster's Hall, ushering everyone who was inside to walk out as he closes the main door and makes his way to his home. There seems to be more guard activity around the are where the Hall and his house is, in comparison to everywhere else. Y'all can see him close his door by slaming it shut. Nigel would know that during his stay, Harbin has been a shut-in except for hen he posts jobs on the Board.
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OoC: Purple is for Adabra, Red is for the Dwarves.
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"He seems a bit gruff." says Drako to Nigel. "Must be the dragon getting to him."
He asks a nearby guard, "Hello, if I may have a moment of your time, would you know if there's a blacksmith nearby? I've heard of the Miner's Exchange and Barthen's Provisions, but I'm not sure which of those you'd recommend."
This is a signature. It was a simple signature. But it has been upgraded.
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Talorin Tebedi, Vecna: Eve | Cherry, Stormwreck | Chipper, Strahd
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Get rickrolled here. Awesome music here. Track 48, 5/23/25, Immaculate Mary
The guard takes this opportunity to leave his post and actually guides you to the Lionshield Coster, which is where armor and weapons can be procured. It seems they are a friendly young man who is bored from having to sit around Harbin's residence.
Description: Hanging above the front door of this modest trading post is a sign shaped like a wooden shield with a blue lion painted on it. This building is owned by the Lionshields, a merchant company based in the city of Yartar over a hundred miles to the east. The company ships finished goods to Phandalin and other small settlements throughout the region.
Inside the building, you see a menagerie of weapons, armors and ammunitions on display. And as you glance over at the counter, you see Linene Graywind, the owner of this establishment:
OoC: You can buy armor, weapons and ammunition found in the 5th chapter of the basic rules.
Currently DMing:
OoC: I'm gonna log off for the night. Tomorrow y'all can spend your gold however you want (it's relatively early in the morning, still). Once y'all leave Phandalin I'll explain how the travel will work.
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As Willow walks alongside her companions through the bustling streets of Phandalin towards the Lionshield Coster, her gaze drifts across the lively scenes of the town. The trading post, marked by a sign featuring a blue lion on a wooden shield, symbolizes the robust trade routes that breathe life into this frontier town. Yet, as her fellow adventurers gear up for the journey, Willow’s thoughts linger on different preparations.
Upon reaching the trading post, Willow addresses the group with her usual gentle demeanor, her words carrying a tone of supportive independence. "I'll leave you to your preparations here," she says, her gaze sweeping over the array of weapons and armor that hold little allure for her. "While you equip yourselves for the challenges ahead, I will take a moment to visit the Shrine of Luck. It seems a fitting place to seek a blessing for our journey."
She smiles warmly, her intent clear and her presence reassuring. "Please, take your time and choose your gear with care. I will be at the shrine, reflecting on our path and perhaps seeking some divine favor to guide and protect us. Join me there once you are ready, and we shall continue together."
With these words, Willow gracefully steps away from the bustling activity of the Lionshield Coster, her steps leading her towards the Shrine of Luck. The shrine, a small and tranquil spot favored by those seeking good fortune, offers her a peaceful respite—a place to meditate and connect with the deeper currents of her faith.
As she walks, the sounds of the marketplace fade into a hushed backdrop, replaced by the quieter sounds of her own soft footsteps and the distant chirping of birds. Reaching the shrine, Willow finds solace in its sacred space, her thoughts and prayers focused on the safety and success of her newfound allies and their shared quest.
Shrine of Luck
Phandalin’s only temple is a shrine made of stones taken from the nearby ruins. It is dedicated to Tymora (goddess of luck and good fortune) and is normally in the care of a zealous elf acolyte named Sister Garaele. However, she is out of town for the moment.
As Willow and Herb make their way to the shrine, you would be informed about Sister Garaele's absence. Left unattended, but still open to the public. An elderly woman that was standing in front of the shrine seemed to be burning a stick of incense, made a quiet prayer and deposited a coin into a box as an offering. As she stands up to leave, she acknowledges you with a courteous nod and makes her way serenely to go about her business.
What would Willow do now?
OoC: Tymora is the goddess of luck and good fortune, a favored deity among gamblers, businessfolk, and adventurers alike.
Currently DMing:
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Nigel responds with an indifferent shrug . "I rather appreciated his manner. Direct and to the point. Probably a little more emotional than needed but I'm no judge"
Following Drako they intercept the rest. As Nigel walks along he pulls out a rock cloth from his jewlers kit and absently mindedly starts polishing and smoothing a rock from his pouch. As the more martial of the group head off to arm them selves Nigel shifts his course to follow Willow and Herb. The shrub still holding his fascination. He holds back a bit and continues to polish his stones.
**This Space for Rent**
Nigel pauses his observations of Willows devotions to look skyward. Not seeing his feathered friend he scans the nearby roof tops and trees. Soon he spots his familiar snoozing in the shade on a nearby branch. Nigel gives a whistle and extends his left arm. A leather bracer keeps the birds talons fron finding flesh as it silently alights on the human perch.
"Archimedes I have a task for you. With a dragon about I need you to fly a perimeter and keep a watchful eye. Now go!" Nigel raises his arm high and the owl takes flight.
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**This Space for Rent**
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It's a beautiful day in Phandalin. Clear skies, warm temperatures and light breezes make for excellent adventuring weather. As for Dragons, as Archimedes watches the perimeter, there are none that it can notice.
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Drako considers Nigel's view and shrugs. Different strokes for different people he figures.
As Willow takes her leave he says, "If we've got time, perhaps I'll come there myself."
Inside the Managerie Drako takes a look at the various armaments. "So, Linene, are you the artisan of these goods?" He wonders if she's got any connections to the Smiths' guild as he walks around.
[[
Mom! Yalexis is rolling numbers again!
Also, Drako would be interested in purchasing splint if possible. However he's a bit short on gold at the moment for that. Not sure if any of you would consider a loan, and then he'd pay back your character with his share of any loot until the debt is paid.
And while I'm thinking about it, @Yalexis, part of the Guild Artisan background mentions paying 5gp in dues each month to keep up the connections. Should we assume he's got it paid currently and has a month in-character until the next payment is due? (Just want to make sure I budget that out too, even if it's not the biggest amount.)
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As Willow observes the elderly woman complete her devotions at the Shrine of Luck, she feels a profound connection to the shared act of faith and humility. The tranquil air of the shrine mingled with the scent of burning incense, lends a sacred weight to the moment. After receiving a courteous nod from the woman, Willow approaches her with a gentle grace that is both respectful and intentional.
"Your offering, a testament to the generosity of spirit and faith in the blessings of fortune, truly inspires," Willow begins, her voice soft yet clear, carrying a warmth that reflects her deep respect for the woman's devotion. "In the spirit of the kindness you've shown, I wish to share this with you." Willow extends her hand, open to reveal eleven gleaming gold coins. As the elder woman looks on, (possibly with surprise or not), Willow continues, her smile tender and sincere. "These ten coins are for you... given to you in good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you tenfold. And this eleventh coin," she adds, holding the last piece slightly apart, "I humbly ask that on your next visit to this sacred place, you offer it as my proxy. In your prayer, I ask only that you think of me as but a passing stranger, no more, no less, extending a chain of goodwill."
Willow's gesture, deeply rooted in the principles of reciprocal kindness and the belief in the circulation of goodwill, highlights her understanding of the mystical balance between giving and receiving. Her actions are not just a reflection of her generosity but also an embodiment of her faith in the unseen forces of luck and destiny that Tymora represents.
As she hands the coins to the elderly woman, her eyes hold a quiet hope that this small act of generosity will ripple forward, strengthening the bonds of human kindness and the shared belief in higher powers that guide them. With this exchange, Willow not only honors the woman’s faith but also reinforces her own role as a beacon of hope and benevolence in a world often fraught with uncertainty. Thus Willow at this time goes out of her way in order not to make a direct offering to the goddess of the shrine rather does so in a more indirect unusual manner to avoid calling attention to herself from the powers that be.
"Not quite," she replies, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I'm more of a purveyor than an artisan, you might say. The Lionshields, based in Yartar, provide us with the bulk of our wares. But I take pride in selecting only the finest pieces to offer to the good people of Phandalin."
She gestures toward the racks of armor and weapons lining the walls of the shop, each item gleaming with a craftsmanship born of skill and dedication. "These goods may not be of my own making, but I stand behind their quality. You won't find finer arms and armor this side of the Sword Coast."
With that, Linene awaits Drako and Vabrix's response, her demeanor relaxed yet still tinged with the same shrewdness that defines her as the master of the Lionshield Coster.
OoC: Just secret rolls. Nothing to see here. :) Good luck getting a loan (specify how much would Drako need). Consider the 5gp paid for this month. I'll tell you when you should send the next 5gp.
Currently DMing:
As Willow spoke, her words carried the weight of sincerity and grace, touching the very heart of the elder woman. With a soft smile gracing her weathered features, the elderly woman reached out to accept the coins, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding your comprehension.
"My dear child," she began, her voice carrying a hint of ancient wisdom and boundless compassion, "your offering is not just a gift of coin, but a testament to the purity of your spirit and the depth of your faith. Know that Tymora smiles upon you this day, for your kindness has kindled a flame of hope in the darkest corners of the world."
As she spoke, the air seemed to shimmer with a faint, gentle light, and the old woman's form appeared to blur for a fleeting moment, as if touched by the hand of magic itself.
"And as for your request," she continued, her gaze holding a hint of mystery and intrigue, "know that your words have reached the ears of one who watches over all who walk the path of fortune's favor. Your proxy shall be duly honored, and your name shall be whispered upon the winds of fate."
With a gentle nod, the old woman offered a final blessing, her presence fading into the background as she makes her way.
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As the elder woman acknowledges Willow's gesture with words of ancient wisdom and a soft, knowing smile, Willow responds with the reverence and humility befitting such an encounter. "Your blessings are a balm to the soul, and I am grateful for the light you see in me," Willow replies, her pale blue eyes mirroring the tranquility of the Shrine of Luck. "May the winds of fate carry our hopes and the grace of Tymora protect us all."
With heartfelt gratitude for the elder’s blessings, Willow finds a secluded space to don her traveling clothes. She selects a comfortable blouse paired with a layered skirt, all cinched neatly at the waist by a practical belt, from which hangs a well-worn satchel—garments chosen not for finery but for the freedom of movement they allow on the open road.
Now appearing more like a simple peasant girl, Willow, her attire adjusted and spirit composed, settles beneath the expansive branches of an old tree near the shrine. In the quietude of the shade as she awaits her companions, she closes her eyes, the sunlight dancing through the leaves to play upon her braided hair. This stolen moment of peace is Willow's to reflect, to gather the quiet strength from within, and to seek the silent counsel of her faith. Her soft prayers, like the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, are for guidance and protection on the journey that awaits, for the fortitude to endure, and for the foresight to lead with kindness and bravery.