Candlekeep Mysteries

Erudisia curtsies as the master dwarf and his glorious mane compliment her and depart, wending their way home to Citadel Adbar, and deflecting errant sunbeams from their intended final resting destination to a new horizon of coppery accents. 

In ear shot of Saeth, Erudisia bemoans to Little One once Giblet is gone, “He looks how I thought I would feel for coming here, on Alana’s recommendation. I fear I am too stringy and soft for any more of these treatments. I wish I had a dwarf’s constitution, or your strength.”

She will not be so crass as to look to the reception desk to see if her hook has caught any interest, instead she will limp her way towards the healing spring. 

“Oh, not every dwarf is born strong… our good mister Copperskald is as weak as they come… but look at him now. Although starting with a handicap, how could he ever hope to compare with one such as yourself, born with natural grace and beauty?” Erudisia had hardly noticed Morganna slink in from the lounge, yet here she is, having overheard her wistful comment.

“Here, let us see to those sore muscles before you retreat to the baths. And that will give us a chance to… talk.” She snaps her fingers and one of the silent, white tunic-wearing beauticians enters from the lounge with a pair of mimosas on a tray. Morganna beckons Erudisia to join her in the lounge.

Little One stands immobilefor a moment, looking to Erudisia for a cue. Should he come with her?

Little One is perhaps a little conspicuous, but Erudisia’s eyes will look imploringly at Bell and Meredith, as she begins to follow Morganna. 

Meredith frowned a little but started to follow Erudisia....