9 bells and on the last peel Thistle flew at his best speed back to Delilah.
They are planning a double cross. The curator simply wants them to liberate the stone for her own patron Lord Evensmere. He has offered a fine sum for it to be a prize part of his collection. The Zhents on the other hand want to sell it in Neverwinter to a rare jewels collector, they are also interested in a sapphire ring that supposedly holds a Genie so that they may make a deal to become a warlock. They plan a nighttime raid through the loading docks tomorrow night, they have workmans permits from Alda. They are currently in the Zhent safe house near the Docks. Thistle whispers in Delilahs ear.
“If you’ll excuse me,” the Tiefling says smoothly, his voice low but laced with anticipation, “I believe our curator is enjoying a rare moment of solitude. Seems a shame to waste it.”
As he approaches Curator Alda’s table, he allows a warm, disarming smile to settle on his lips, golden eyes catching the morning light.
“Forgive the interruption,”he begins, voice honeyed and melodic, “but I couldn’t help noticing you’re enjoying the only sweet roll in the room that hasn’t gone cold. A woman of taste, clearly.” He gives a respectful nod, just shy of a bow. “My name is Mavilius—an acquaintance of Erwen’s, actually. A fellow bard. I was hoping to speak with you, if you have a moment.”
"Oh dear, whatever will I do without my gallant escort."The young dark-haired lady muses with a small smile as she glances after Mavilius engaging the poor curator. "I better take this opportunity to have a look for myself in the museum. Thank you for everything dear cousin, we will be sure to meet you as agreed upon with the egg in our possession." She says with a confident and reassuring smile to the good doctor before getting up to visit the Varkenbluff Museum of Natural History.
Meanwhile a tiny invisible creature follows his mistress, keeping his eyes open for anyone taking an unhealthy interest in her and her activities.
Mavilius takes the offered seat with an easy grace. “Thank you, Curator,” he says smoothly. “Erwen and I spoke recently—he seems rather unenthusiastic about the gala. Perhaps a bit burnt out on noble events. I thought I might offer my services in his stead. Performing in a museum, surrounded by artifacts and quiet reverence? It’s a unique stage, and I find that inspiring. I’m confident I can bring something fresh to the evening—something elegant, unexpected, and thoroughly memorable.”
"Sorry, hun, didn't mean to offend," Exa says with her paws raised, palms out in an apologetic gesture. Her tail swishes languidly behind her. She walks and stands lightly on the pads of her feet, seemingly ready to spring to action at a moment's notice.
"Everything okay? Had a rough morning?" she asks, noting the woman's terse greeting.
The young dark-haired lady in the dark dress smiles to herself as she sees her former escort take a seat with the hauntingly beautiful elven curate, wondering who would distract who in the end. As long as they kept each other occupied she had no reason to complain though, taking a quick peek at the map provided by the good doctor before heading into the next door museum for a thorough walk-through of it's exhibitions, ready to let her tiny invisible accomplice peek into places that she herself would not be able to enter.
Erwen has been a naughty boy, he should have been honest with me. So explain to me who you are. Erwen is on retainer to the Museum for its various soirees, are you proposing to take his place on all of them or just for this one? I can see how you'd be a delicious change of pace, and most of the nobles coming would appreciate that.
Hannah the washerwoman
Don't fash yourself, it's just another stifling hot day and the junior freshmen are getting ready for some do down at the Museum. Let me guess that's why you're here. Dress robes? I guess you never thought that you'd need them so didn't bother. We have some new robes stored here for those stained beyond repair. You can also use a tub if you need a bath.
"You got it. Dress robes," Exa nods with a grin and a small, grateful bow for the washer woman. "I'm not really the gala kind of gal, but there's extra credit in it if we help out, so..."
She sniffs under her arm and her ears flatten against her head while her nose wrinkles. "Maybe I could do with a bath as well," she laughs with a mischievous light in her eyes.
Go straight through to the washing vats, the one on the far right is cooling down for emptying, hot enough for a good soak. Take a towel from the clean pile next to the vat. Here's a bar of good soap, you don't need to use laundry soap.
I'll get a set of dress robes for the two of you. They'll need some work to allow your tails through, that should just take half a bell. You won't be late today the history freshman have the day off to help set up the gala.
That will be a silver each, tub is free. Are you two scholarship students?
"I'm guessing I don't look like the full-feeing paying type?" she asks with a self-deprecating grin and looking down at herself, before pulling out a silver out and offering it over in exchange for the soap.
"What's your name, hun?"
She's already making her way through the back to the tubs.
"How did you guess we're scholarship? Is it that obvious?" He pulls 2 silvers from his pouch and hands them over. He turns to Exa "Ladies first, I'll keep watch out here."
Her face softened, You both look like you needed the extra money for books rather than a dress robe. The nobles don't like sharing their university with commoners, you having a bad time?
My name is Hannah by the way the other staff here are Anna, Sheila, Tessa and Amrani the owner. Sometimes the scholarship students work extra hours in here for a fair wage. Here it was only one silver each not two, use it for food or books she slides the extra silver back into Kyreths hands.
She noted the money given in a large ledger and secured it in a locked drawer.
Exa can see Anna and Sheila in shirtsleeves stirring the great laundry vats on the left, they watch her with inquisitive smiles.
Hannah gestures to Kyreth and got a tape measure out of her pocket and measured Kyreths height and tail. Better use a halfings robe for you and here we'll cut into the back seam and sew a tail hole. Come on lets get started, then after the fitting you can jump into the vat as well.
The facade of the Varkenbluff Museum of Natural History boasts enormous columns and elegant archways hewn from marble. Cosmopolitan visitors bustle about the entrance, including some clad in sleek formal ware.
Delilah entered walking past the sea dragon bones then looking at the door on the right, the curators office. A young elf woman walks to and fro among the offices dropping off handwritten books and scrolls. The door doesn't seem to be locked.
Mavilius chuckles softly, the sound light and unbothered as he dips his head in acknowledgment. “Just this one, Curator,” he replies smoothly. “I wouldn’t dream of poaching Erwen’s position—he has his place here, and I have obligations elsewhere that call me away soon enough. Consider me a stand-in for the evening, a touch of novelty to keep the patrons intrigued. I daresay they’ll enjoy the change of rhythm…and Erwen might thank you for the break.”
Yes I can see how you'd be a touch of novelty. It is not often to find someone with the same charisma that you have, maybe the exposure to the nobility will get you a permanent position as a resident bard. If you play well I'll gladly give you a reference. It is a masked gala tonight so feel free to adorn yourself suitably. The serving staff are all from the university, they won't be masked. Be sure to claim the rank that you deserve.
Mavilius smiles, a glimmer of ambition flickering in his golden eyes despite himself. The idea of a permanent position—of rubbing shoulders with nobility under the guise of art—has a certain allure, even if his true loyalty lies in shadow and whispers. Still, a day job does make for a convenient mask. “You honor me, Curator,” he says warmly. “I’ll make certain tonight is my finest performance yet—something to remember long after the last note fades.” He rises with a graceful bow. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe a bit of quiet inspiration is in order. A museum holds more stories than any stage, after all.” With that, he heads to meet Delilah as she investigates the museum.
"Thanks Hannah. You're a gem," Exa says as she steps into the back room.
Seeing two of the other girls, she gives them a casual wave a grin.
"Hi ladies. Anna and Sheila, right?" She guessed at their names, though it was an educated one. She didn't think the owner would be out the back getting her hands dirty.
"Hannah said i could take a bath," she says as she moves toward the far right tub and looks for somewhere to change discretely. She's not terribly shy, but she suspects the girls might be.
The young dark-haired lady in the elaborately decorated long dark dress looks around in the museum foyer and can't resist the temptation to let her tiny invisible accomplice take a peek inside the curate's office, using her fey magic to create a distracting sound to make the young elf woman look the other way as she briefly opens the door just enough to let the tiny one fly inside to have a look around the office for helpful information. She would then walk over to the young elf, gracefully stepping closer with a warm smile. "Pardon me but can you tell me about this fabulous museum, is it true that you will have an exhibition about something found in the Murkmire recently?" She asks with sincere curiosity.
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DM Thistle
9 bells and on the last peel Thistle flew at his best speed back to Delilah.
They are planning a double cross. The curator simply wants them to liberate the stone for her own patron Lord Evensmere. He has offered a fine sum for it to be a prize part of his collection. The Zhents on the other hand want to sell it in Neverwinter to a rare jewels collector, they are also interested in a sapphire ring that supposedly holds a Genie so that they may make a deal to become a warlock. They plan a nighttime raid through the loading docks tomorrow night, they have workmans permits from Alda. They are currently in the Zhent safe house near the Docks. Thistle whispers in Delilahs ear.
Mavilius
“If you’ll excuse me,” the Tiefling says smoothly, his voice low but laced with anticipation, “I believe our curator is enjoying a rare moment of solitude. Seems a shame to waste it.”
As he approaches Curator Alda’s table, he allows a warm, disarming smile to settle on his lips, golden eyes catching the morning light.
“Forgive the interruption,” he begins, voice honeyed and melodic, “but I couldn’t help noticing you’re enjoying the only sweet roll in the room that hasn’t gone cold. A woman of taste, clearly.” He gives a respectful nod, just shy of a bow. “My name is Mavilius—an acquaintance of Erwen’s, actually. A fellow bard. I was hoping to speak with you, if you have a moment.”
Delilah
"Oh dear, whatever will I do without my gallant escort." The young dark-haired lady muses with a small smile as she glances after Mavilius engaging the poor curator. "I better take this opportunity to have a look for myself in the museum. Thank you for everything dear cousin, we will be sure to meet you as agreed upon with the egg in our possession." She says with a confident and reassuring smile to the good doctor before getting up to visit the Varkenbluff Museum of Natural History.
Meanwhile a tiny invisible creature follows his mistress, keeping his eyes open for anyone taking an unhealthy interest in her and her activities.
DM Alda
Alda looks Mavilius up and down then smiles slightly, please sit. What can I do for you?
DM Cassee stands at the same time as Delilah and hurries out of the tavern.
Mavilius takes the offered seat with an easy grace. “Thank you, Curator,” he says smoothly. “Erwen and I spoke recently—he seems rather unenthusiastic about the gala. Perhaps a bit burnt out on noble events. I thought I might offer my services in his stead. Performing in a museum, surrounded by artifacts and quiet reverence? It’s a unique stage, and I find that inspiring. I’m confident I can bring something fresh to the evening—something elegant, unexpected, and thoroughly memorable.”
Exa
"Sorry, hun, didn't mean to offend," Exa says with her paws raised, palms out in an apologetic gesture. Her tail swishes languidly behind her. She walks and stands lightly on the pads of her feet, seemingly ready to spring to action at a moment's notice.
"Everything okay? Had a rough morning?" she asks, noting the woman's terse greeting.
Delilah
The young dark-haired lady in the dark dress smiles to herself as she sees her former escort take a seat with the hauntingly beautiful elven curate, wondering who would distract who in the end. As long as they kept each other occupied she had no reason to complain though, taking a quick peek at the map provided by the good doctor before heading into the next door museum for a thorough walk-through of it's exhibitions, ready to let her tiny invisible accomplice peek into places that she herself would not be able to enter.
DM
Alda
Erwen has been a naughty boy, he should have been honest with me. So explain to me who you are. Erwen is on retainer to the Museum for its various soirees, are you proposing to take his place on all of them or just for this one? I can see how you'd be a delicious change of pace, and most of the nobles coming would appreciate that.
Hannah the washerwoman
Don't fash yourself, it's just another stifling hot day and the junior freshmen are getting ready for some do down at the Museum. Let me guess that's why you're here. Dress robes? I guess you never thought that you'd need them so didn't bother. We have some new robes stored here for those stained beyond repair. You can also use a tub if you need a bath.
Exa
"You got it. Dress robes," Exa nods with a grin and a small, grateful bow for the washer woman. "I'm not really the gala kind of gal, but there's extra credit in it if we help out, so..."
She sniffs under her arm and her ears flatten against her head while her nose wrinkles. "Maybe I could do with a bath as well," she laughs with a mischievous light in her eyes.
DM
Hannah the washerwoman.
Go straight through to the washing vats, the one on the far right is cooling down for emptying, hot enough for a good soak. Take a towel from the clean pile next to the vat. Here's a bar of good soap, you don't need to use laundry soap.
I'll get a set of dress robes for the two of you. They'll need some work to allow your tails through, that should just take half a bell. You won't be late today the history freshman have the day off to help set up the gala.
That will be a silver each, tub is free. Are you two scholarship students?
Exa
"I'm guessing I don't look like the full-feeing paying type?" she asks with a self-deprecating grin and looking down at herself, before pulling out a silver out and offering it over in exchange for the soap.
"What's your name, hun?"
She's already making her way through the back to the tubs.
Kyreth
"How did you guess we're scholarship? Is it that obvious?" He pulls 2 silvers from his pouch and hands them over. He turns to Exa "Ladies first, I'll keep watch out here."
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DM
Hannah the washerwoman.
Her face softened, You both look like you needed the extra money for books rather than a dress robe. The nobles don't like sharing their university with commoners, you having a bad time?
My name is Hannah by the way the other staff here are Anna, Sheila, Tessa and Amrani the owner. Sometimes the scholarship students work extra hours in here for a fair wage. Here it was only one silver each not two, use it for food or books she slides the extra silver back into Kyreths hands.
She noted the money given in a large ledger and secured it in a locked drawer.
Exa can see Anna and Sheila in shirtsleeves stirring the great laundry vats on the left, they watch her with inquisitive smiles.
Hannah gestures to Kyreth and got a tape measure out of her pocket and measured Kyreths height and tail. Better use a halfings robe for you and here we'll cut into the back seam and sew a tail hole. Come on lets get started, then after the fitting you can jump into the vat as well.
DM
The facade of the Varkenbluff Museum of Natural History boasts enormous columns and elegant archways hewn from marble. Cosmopolitan visitors bustle about the entrance, including some clad in sleek formal ware.
Delilah entered walking past the sea dragon bones then looking at the door on the right, the curators office. A young elf woman walks to and fro among the offices dropping off handwritten books and scrolls. The door doesn't seem to be locked.
Mavilius chuckles softly, the sound light and unbothered as he dips his head in acknowledgment. “Just this one, Curator,” he replies smoothly. “I wouldn’t dream of poaching Erwen’s position—he has his place here, and I have obligations elsewhere that call me away soon enough. Consider me a stand-in for the evening, a touch of novelty to keep the patrons intrigued. I daresay they’ll enjoy the change of rhythm…and Erwen might thank you for the break.”
DM
Alda to Mavilius
Yes I can see how you'd be a touch of novelty. It is not often to find someone with the same charisma that you have, maybe the exposure to the nobility will get you a permanent position as a resident bard. If you play well I'll gladly give you a reference. It is a masked gala tonight so feel free to adorn yourself suitably. The serving staff are all from the university, they won't be masked. Be sure to claim the rank that you deserve.
Mavilius smiles, a glimmer of ambition flickering in his golden eyes despite himself. The idea of a permanent position—of rubbing shoulders with nobility under the guise of art—has a certain allure, even if his true loyalty lies in shadow and whispers. Still, a day job does make for a convenient mask. “You honor me, Curator,” he says warmly. “I’ll make certain tonight is my finest performance yet—something to remember long after the last note fades.” He rises with a graceful bow. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe a bit of quiet inspiration is in order. A museum holds more stories than any stage, after all.” With that, he heads to meet Delilah as she investigates the museum.
Exa
"Thanks Hannah. You're a gem," Exa says as she steps into the back room.
Seeing two of the other girls, she gives them a casual wave a grin.
"Hi ladies. Anna and Sheila, right?" She guessed at their names, though it was an educated one. She didn't think the owner would be out the back getting her hands dirty.
"Hannah said i could take a bath," she says as she moves toward the far right tub and looks for somewhere to change discretely. She's not terribly shy, but she suspects the girls might be.
Delilah
The young dark-haired lady in the elaborately decorated long dark dress looks around in the museum foyer and can't resist the temptation to let her tiny invisible accomplice take a peek inside the curate's office, using her fey magic to create a distracting sound to make the young elf woman look the other way as she briefly opens the door just enough to let the tiny one fly inside to have a look around the office for helpful information. She would then walk over to the young elf, gracefully stepping closer with a warm smile. "Pardon me but can you tell me about this fabulous museum, is it true that you will have an exhibition about something found in the Murkmire recently?" She asks with sincere curiosity.
(Minor Illusion)