The tinker cleaned up after the minor set back with his trinket blackened his face. He returned shortly after, humbled just a little. He ate a portion of the stew, enjoyed the company and the fire, then retired to a space near the gnome wagon. He hoped that a small bit of heat remaining from the boiler would help keep the cold at bay as he slept.
He wakes in the early morning as Kaelthor makes his rounds announcing the coming of the dawn. He quickly rolls over and scrambles to his belongings. "No, not that tool! This isn't what I'm looking for!' as he begins to dump rations from the pack. After a shake of the bag, he finally reaches into the backpack. A calm crosses his mind as his fingers find that which he searched for. An unknowable warmth radiates up and into the small fellow almost as if the sun rise was occurring at the same time as his hand was pulled forth from his canvassed container (but only for the gnome).
"By the gods..." the words in a whisper escape his mouth. Several visions flash through his mind, some, events he recalls, others unknown to him. "I shall call you...Wright, Reorx's Wright, and with you, I will make things right." his voice barely louder than before. He puts the talisman away (but close) and repacks that which he has scattered. A renewed feeling that perhaps Ispin (and others) are watching over him...and the group.
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The tinker cleaned up after the minor set back with his trinket blackened his face. He returned shortly after, humbled just a little. He ate a portion of the stew, enjoyed the company and the fire, then retired to a space near the gnome wagon. He hoped that a small bit of heat remaining from the boiler would help keep the cold at bay as he slept.
He wakes in the early morning as Kaelthor makes his rounds announcing the coming of the dawn. He quickly rolls over and scrambles to his belongings. "No, not that tool! This isn't what I'm looking for!' as he begins to dump rations from the pack. After a shake of the bag, he finally reaches into the backpack. A calm crosses his mind as his fingers find that which he searched for. An unknowable warmth radiates up and into the small fellow almost as if the sun rise was occurring at the same time as his hand was pulled forth from his canvassed container (but only for the gnome).
"By the gods..." the words in a whisper escape his mouth. Several visions flash through his mind, some, events he recalls, others unknown to him. "I shall call you...Wright, Reorx's Wright, and with you, I will make things right." his voice barely louder than before. He puts the talisman away (but close) and repacks that which he has scattered. A renewed feeling that perhaps Ispin (and others) are watching over him...and the group.