Zarbyn accepts the ring Lira offers him with a crooked smirk and replies, "Does this mean we are promised to each other now?"
He only waits a moment to see if his joke lands, hoping a misplaced attempt at levity will ease the tension of the situation.
After seeing Lira take a red sash he will also retrieve one and tuck it away in the case it could prove useful for disguises.
"Good idea Lira, this could prove useful." Zarbyn then glances forward and back to check if anyone, including any guards or watch have spotted the fighting on the bridge.
"Let's get moving, we should put distance between us and this..." he looks around at the bodies of the bandits, "bridge."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
After a quick search, it is time to go as you all feel uneasy about the man in the boat who ducked out. You head over the bridge and back toward the serpent queens estate. Then toward the gardens where the alchemists store is located.
The shop looks as if it’s survived more than one explosion — the blackened stone around the windows still faintly scorched, and a thin ribbon of smoke seeps through a cracked chimney. The sign above the warped oak door reads “Dietrich Zuvember – Alchemist”in half-flaked gold paint, and beneath it, someone (perhaps Dietrich himself) has scrawled “All Sales Final.”
The windows are crowded with glass vessels of every color — some bubbling, others emitting suspicious vapor trails that drift into the street. A faint metallic tang lingers in the air, mingled with the scent of brimstone and lavender.
A dented bell hangs over the door, next to a hand-lettered notice: “Knock first — or be prepared to explain what you’ve broken.”
The door creaks open, and a wave of sharp chemical fumes rolls out — sulfur, cinnamon, and something that smells faintly like burnt feathers. Behind a counter piled high with glass flasks and half-finished contraptions stands a man with a wild, singed beard and hair that seems to defy gravity. His patched robe is stained in a dozen hues, and one sleeve is still faintly smoking.He wears a pair of goggles that magnify his eyes, almost to resemble that of a bug.
He looks up from a bubbling pot, eyes wide and bright.
“Visitors! Excellent! Come in, come in, but mind the floorboards…"
He grins, showing teeth stained from years of inhaling fumes, and waves them deeper into the chaos of the workshop.
"And how is it that you heard of such a thing, as you say, this Essence of the Veil?"
He continues to gather a few more ingredients. Then moves toward a workbench, hits to pieces of flint together, and starts a flame over a small urn with oil in it.
Amdaeng held the bottle carefully looking around but finding that no one had followed her in.
" I, as you can likely tell have travelled all the way from Chiang Mai at the bequest of my Mistress to purchase this perfume, Sir. Where my lady learned of it I do not know as I am only a servant."
" But if it will aid my missions fulfilment, I am in the service of The Royal House of Charavask."
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Zarbyn accepts the ring Lira offers him with a crooked smirk and replies, "Does this mean we are promised to each other now?"
He only waits a moment to see if his joke lands, hoping a misplaced attempt at levity will ease the tension of the situation.
After seeing Lira take a red sash he will also retrieve one and tuck it away in the case it could prove useful for disguises.
"Good idea Lira, this could prove useful." Zarbyn then glances forward and back to check if anyone, including any guards or watch have spotted the fighting on the bridge.
"Let's get moving, we should put distance between us and this..." he looks around at the bodies of the bandits, "bridge."
Jherik's shot strikes true, taking out the thug.
After a quick search, it is time to go as you all feel uneasy about the man in the boat who ducked out.
You head over the bridge and back toward the serpent queens estate. Then toward the gardens where the alchemists store is located.
The shop looks as if it’s survived more than one explosion — the blackened stone around the windows still faintly scorched, and a thin ribbon of smoke seeps through a cracked chimney. The sign above the warped oak door reads “Dietrich Zuvember – Alchemist” in half-flaked gold paint, and beneath it, someone (perhaps Dietrich himself) has scrawled “All Sales Final.”
The windows are crowded with glass vessels of every color — some bubbling, others emitting suspicious vapor trails that drift into the street. A faint metallic tang lingers in the air, mingled with the scent of brimstone and lavender.
A dented bell hangs over the door, next to a hand-lettered notice:
“Knock first — or be prepared to explain what you’ve broken.”
Amdaeng walked up and knocked on the door three times, " Hello?"
The door creaks open, and a wave of sharp chemical fumes rolls out — sulfur, cinnamon, and something that smells faintly like burnt feathers. Behind a counter piled high with glass flasks and half-finished contraptions stands a man with a wild, singed beard and hair that seems to defy gravity. His patched robe is stained in a dozen hues, and one sleeve is still faintly smoking.He wears a pair of goggles that magnify his eyes, almost to resemble that of a bug.
He looks up from a bubbling pot, eyes wide and bright.
“Visitors! Excellent! Come in, come in, but mind the floorboards…"
He grins, showing teeth stained from years of inhaling fumes, and waves them deeper into the chaos of the workshop.
"What can I do you for this fine wet evening?"
Amdaeng looked back at the others before venturing in, " Ning, wait here."
" Yes, Sir. Um......we want to purchase........what was it? Uh....yes.... Essence of the Veil."
She urged the other in unsure if she had gotten that right.
The strange man comes over to Amdaeng and looks her up and down, then begins looking at different random vials.
Dietrich then hands Amdaeng a tiny sealed vial containing a glittering blue liquid.
"Hold this please. Don't open it. Don't shake it, and don't look at it too hard!"
He keeps looking through other items in the shop, as if he is putting together a list of ingredients.
"And how is it that you heard of such a thing, as you say, this Essence of the Veil?"
He continues to gather a few more ingredients. Then moves toward a workbench, hits to pieces of flint together, and starts a flame over a small urn with oil in it.
Amdaeng held the bottle carefully looking around but finding that no one had followed her in.
" I, as you can likely tell have travelled all the way from Chiang Mai at the bequest of my Mistress to purchase this perfume, Sir. Where my lady learned of it I do not know as I am only a servant."
" But if it will aid my missions fulfilment, I am in the service of The Royal House of Charavask."
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