Vakas looks over to Thanadol, holding out the pouch of silver they collected from the kobold adventure, saying “If you need some silver for your robe, please, take from this. But not too much now! Hah! I’ll uh, hold onto the coin, for ah accounting purposes.” He beams a smile at Thanadol, then focuses back on Emire. “Do you have any collection of holy water? Some simple scrolls?”
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Acolyte Emire listens- to your request Thandol (politely ignoring the fact you called her Jemile, though she does smile at the slip). "For books and scrolls you might try the library tomorrow." she offers, "It is closed for today for private study and contemplation. We do carry a selection of potions that may interest you." she leaf's through her ledgers and pushes forward a list of potions held in the stores along with their relative costs:
Antitoxin (vial) - 38 gold
Oil (flask) - 2 silver
Potion of Healing - 38 gold
Potion of Climbing - 38 gold
Potion of Hill Giant Strength - 50 gold
Potion of Uncanny Silence - 20 gold (OOC: Homebrew - for one minute you make no sound while speaking but can still cast spells with a verbal component)
Potion of Heroism - 175 gold (only one in stock)
Uncommon Potion Ingredients - 25 gold
Empty Vial - 1 gold
Empty Flask - 5 silver
While the wizard ponders the potions an acolyte appears with a selection of robes and Acolyte Emire presents them to you Dealuri. Seeing an absence of advice from your companions she suggests a rather nice looking grey robe with a wide hood and deep blue trims on the collar and sleeves. "I believe this one will suit you, but of course you may take your pick."
She then turns to answer your question regarding holy water Vakas and laughs brightly at the question, "Well that is easy, help yourself." she points toward a deep round pool of water in the centre of the courtyard. In the centre of the pool stands a tall black obelisk that seems to drink in the light, and as you grow closer it also seems to soak in the sound from the vicinity. Standing next to the pools edge is the most uncanny thing, as if the whole world is shrouded in silence and shadow. You reflect that Víðarr is named the silent god after all.
Skritch tells Sunhill, "Boy, who's a good boy? You, er, are. Yes, you!" and he sends Sunhill to check in on the rest of the gang, occasionally taking a few moments to see through Sunhill's eyes to make sure for himself that everyone's okay.
And, as he brews his concoction, he keeps finding himself tapping a paw as he hums the groovier parts of Rachus' latest ditty. Possibly in tune. But Skritch firmly believes that tunes and notes and staves and counts and so forth are more a collection of friendly suggestions than they are a set of strict instructions.
Dealuri accepts with thanks the suggestion from Acolyte Emire about the robe and pays for it. She dons the garb and does a little spin in pleasure. Dealuri pats Sunhill on the head when their paths cross and she returns to her room to quietly practice sleight of hand tricks with her deck of cards. She would really prefer to explore the temple, but the elf's warning remains in her memory.
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Vakas looks over to Thanadol, holding out the pouch of silver they collected from the kobold adventure, saying “If you need some silver for your robe, please, take from this. But not too much now! Hah! I’ll uh, hold onto the coin, for ah accounting purposes.” He beams a smile at Thanadol, then focuses back on Emire. “Do you have any collection of holy water? Some simple scrolls?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Acolyte Emire listens- to your request Thandol (politely ignoring the fact you called her Jemile, though she does smile at the slip). "For books and scrolls you might try the library tomorrow." she offers, "It is closed for today for private study and contemplation. We do carry a selection of potions that may interest you." she leaf's through her ledgers and pushes forward a list of potions held in the stores along with their relative costs:
While the wizard ponders the potions an acolyte appears with a selection of robes and Acolyte Emire presents them to you Dealuri. Seeing an absence of advice from your companions she suggests a rather nice looking grey robe with a wide hood and deep blue trims on the collar and sleeves. "I believe this one will suit you, but of course you may take your pick."
She then turns to answer your question regarding holy water Vakas and laughs brightly at the question, "Well that is easy, help yourself." she points toward a deep round pool of water in the centre of the courtyard. In the centre of the pool stands a tall black obelisk that seems to drink in the light, and as you grow closer it also seems to soak in the sound from the vicinity. Standing next to the pools edge is the most uncanny thing, as if the whole world is shrouded in silence and shadow. You reflect that Víðarr is named the silent god after all.
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Skritch tells Sunhill, "Boy, who's a good boy? You, er, are. Yes, you!" and he sends Sunhill to check in on the rest of the gang, occasionally taking a few moments to see through Sunhill's eyes to make sure for himself that everyone's okay.
And, as he brews his concoction, he keeps finding himself tapping a paw as he hums the groovier parts of Rachus' latest ditty. Possibly in tune. But Skritch firmly believes that tunes and notes and staves and counts and so forth are more a collection of friendly suggestions than they are a set of strict instructions.
Dealuri accepts with thanks the suggestion from Acolyte Emire about the robe and pays for it. She dons the garb and does a little spin in pleasure. Dealuri pats Sunhill on the head when their paths cross and she returns to her room to quietly practice sleight of hand tricks with her deck of cards. She would really prefer to explore the temple, but the elf's warning remains in her memory.