Meredith stood beside Bell doing her best to seem attentive but in truth she was taking in nothing of what Erudisia or anyone else was saying as deep in melancholy as she was.
Erudisia steps back and smiles at Little One, at Meredith, and at Bell.
She notices their tense faces; the droop in the feather of Little One’s cap. They, as she, are clearly feeling the weight and seriousness of the moment, the suspense in Valna’s soon-to-come response.
Truly they are a like minded group.
Stretching and pulling at her new armor, the rub of leather against leather, she exerts herself to reach to one side and put a hand on Meredith’s shoulder in solidarity.
“I assume you used Detect Magic on the book if you are concerned about its potential inherent arcana? Did you register anything?,” the Keeper asks, one brow arched mercilessly in challenge.
“And this… letter – if its lack of erudition does not disqualify it from being thus called? This parchment with letters strewn over it like chaff come to rest after an errant breeze has blown through the mill? Are you certain of its provenance?”
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DM for Candlekeep Mysteries //Dev Horndin Curious Critters
“I make no assumptions. When one grows up in the house of a mighty enchanter with a penchant for practical jokes and a mastery of Nystul’s Magic Aura one learns that lesson quickly. Assumptions are only ever a trod without marker, a plank without support. I would not expect you to rely on secondary sources, even presented via ourselves.”
”Bell, if you would?”
(Unless the Keeper would rather cast the spell herself)
Meredith involuntarily flinched as Erudisia touched her, looking up and trying to replay the last few minutes of conversation....something about a letter and the mirror book...she hoped it wasn't too important....
...a letter....
*Damn, keep it together until the bosses are gone.*
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Meredith stood beside Bell doing her best to seem attentive but in truth she was taking in nothing of what Erudisia or anyone else was saying as deep in melancholy as she was.
Bell - Passive Perception: 11
(( would she get a vibe of Meredith folding in on herself?
if she does, Bell would automatically wrap an arm around Meredith's waist 'in support' ))
( Merediths too preoccupied to be hiding it well I think.)
Erudisia steps back and smiles at Little One, at Meredith, and at Bell.
She notices their tense faces; the droop in the feather of Little One’s cap. They, as she, are clearly feeling the weight and seriousness of the moment, the suspense in Valna’s soon-to-come response.
Truly they are a like minded group.
Stretching and pulling at her new armor, the rub of leather against leather, she exerts herself to reach to one side and put a hand on Meredith’s shoulder in solidarity.
“I assume you used Detect Magic on the book if you are concerned about its potential inherent arcana? Did you register anything?,” the Keeper asks, one brow arched mercilessly in challenge.
“And this… letter – if its lack of erudition does not disqualify it from being thus called? This parchment with letters strewn over it like chaff come to rest after an errant breeze has blown through the mill? Are you certain of its provenance?”
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters
“I make no assumptions. When one grows up in the house of a mighty enchanter with a penchant for practical jokes and a mastery of Nystul’s Magic Aura one learns that lesson quickly. Assumptions are only ever a trod without marker, a plank without support. I would not expect you to rely on secondary sources, even presented via ourselves.”
”Bell, if you would?”
(Unless the Keeper would rather cast the spell herself)
Meredith involuntarily flinched as Erudisia touched her, looking up and trying to replay the last few minutes of conversation....something about a letter and the mirror book...she hoped it wasn't too important....
...a letter....
*Damn, keep it together until the bosses are gone.*