Candlekeep Mysteries

(Considering how banged up Erudisia was, this can be a test of the spring, is there actually any healing power?)

Erudisia will haltingly make her way near to the swimming halflings. 

“That physical therapy has left me more sore and sorry for myself than I expected to be, coming here. You were both wonderful, have you been going often?”

(Erudisia discovers that the spring does not heal HP. Her arcane sense indicates the spring certainly offers potent  restorative magic though…)

“It’s my second time. First time since we got married,” answers Rory. “Her first time,” she says, eyes pointing to her wife, her voice slightly brittle. Whimsible offers a brittle smile in return.

“You did great too!,” Rory says to Erudisia as an afterthought, forcing an energetic smile as her eyes bulge in witness to the Moonshae Lady’s bruises. 

Meredith looks down at those in the pool, " I, on the other hand.....did not.", she grinned.

" Does our ' coach' offer private training lessons?"

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Meredith looks down at those in the pool, " I, on the other hand.....did not.", she grinned.

" Does our ' coach' offer private training lessons?"

 “Oh don’t you worry, Meredith,” Rory says, “you did just fine. Half of success in life is just showing up. And here you are.” She says this to Meredith, but her eyes and tone search for her mate, an olive branch.

”Private training lessons,” echoes Sgt. Wyvernwallace. “I like the sound of that.” He smiles, trying to conceal what might be lasciviousness or ardor mixed with fear. “SAETH!,” he calls. A moment later Saeth enters the pool area and after a brief exchange with the sergeant, leaves again in search of Azirssa. 

I almost forgot an important detail. You notice, as Saeth enters the pool room, a certain reticence. His eyes are slits focused on the pool, the waters of which he does not enter. When he turns to leave, he walks a few steps, then, quite suddenly, stops. His muscles flex, he seems unsteady on his feet for a moment, like a tree awaiting one final felling axe blow. But the blow doesn’t come. He continues on his way, exiting tge room. 

You three, in the pool and at this moment close to each other, immediately hear a titter come from the water. The naiad’s voice. “Be wary of my home, demon,” she whispers, pleased. You see only clear blue water. The sergeant and halflings seem not to have heard it or noticed anything awry.