Adventure in Dan-thurás

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No need for a check; the two merchants are far too preoccupied with inflicting the greater amount of emotional damage upon the other; the remarks overheard include stuff like “Your mother was a hamster and your father reeked of elderberry!” “Did your face throw up or was that your mother?” “Why the blue robe, birdbrain; is it to hide that you’re a chicken?” and “Bob Ross can’t call you a ‘happy little accident,’ you bag of gold and of grease!”

The hand falls almost immediately when it picks up the shoes, and it takes all of Mia’s mental fortitude to manipulate it. When the hand dropped the first time, there is a noticeable jingle from the shoe. 

 Mia grabs the shoes from the mage hand and then pockets them.

 The shoe is incredibly heavy for shoes. The inner sole unexpectedly rips, and a small stream of silver and gold coins pour out onto the floor of the wagon; 61 gold worth (400 silver, 21 gold; about 4 pounds of weight. The other shoe has the same jingling, which can be hard over the merchants’ ruckus. 

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Lethira watches the situation unravel with the quiet patience of someone realizing the danger on this road may be two elderly merchants left unsupervised together for too long, as the pair disappear into the roadside dirt in a tangle of robes, fists, and deeply personal insults. Flins’ demand for them to stop as ignored, as Lethira closes her eyes briefly. Then her fingers brush once more across the mark of Vaelith worked into the dark scales over her chest, and her voice lowers into the calm, cadence used moments ago.

“Solvaris.”

A moment later, when she speaks again, her voice carries outward with impossible clarity across the roadside and hills beyond it, not angry, not strained, amplified.

“Enough!”

The grass bends sharply beneath the sudden force of it. Bettye jerks her head upward while the wagon horses stamp uneasily against their harnesses.

Lethira’s gaze settles evenly on the two men still wrestling in the dirt. “You are both entirely too old for this,” she says, her voice calm, though no less impossible to ignore. Her gaze watches them for another long moment before she glances at toward Mia. She says nothing. Only raises one eyebrow slightly as she walks back toward the wagon and rests one hand gently along the neck of the horse, until the nervous stamping eases beneath her touch. “Easy,” she murmurs softly. “None of this concerns you.” The horse settles gradually under the steadiness of her voice.

Lethira glances once toward the hills ahead, then back toward the others. “We should keep moving,” she says simply. A small pause follows as her eyes drift briefly toward the two merchants still covered in roadside dirt. “If they still feel compelled to murder each other in another mile, they can at least do it while traveling west.”

 Lethira’s sharp voice slices through the din like a sword. The two merchants immediately stop, like children caught in trouble by their parents. They sheepishly rise and dust themselves off. 

“Suits me just fine,” Joe scowls, glaring at Balthazar at he marches back to the wagon on a huff. “But I’m not taking this coward with us to Faraday.”

”Fine by me,” Balthazar shouts back as he waddles his way towards town, one shoe on and one shoe off. “Go to the Ninth layer of Hell if you so desire; I’m not coming. Just give me back my shoe or I’ll have Tim hit you with a lawsuit so hard, you’ll be wearing it till doomsday!”

Joe reclaims his seat on the wagon, and prepares to continue his journey, as does Balthazar, who does so as soon as he has his shoe back (I presume Mia does, minus the coins).

Presently, around noontime, the party arrives at a wide place in the road; to one side is a ring of stones, where travelers have made campfires for time immemorial.  It is somewhat sheltered by the rolling hills, with an ancient well and horse-trough nearby. 

Joe stops the wagon, hobbles the animals, and lets them loose to eat, with indications that he wishes to partake likewise.

*I presume that Kayn and Tozer did plan on accompanying Joe; if so, they wander into the camp about a half hour later.*

Rutrow has a seat near Joe and just shoots the breeze and gossips, ignoring any signs if Joe wants to be left alone.

Joe is friendly enough, having had a bit of time to cool off over his scuffle with Balthazar. He and Rutrow exchange news and yarns—Rutrow about local happenings and Joe about distant legends of Yadyd and Sdnaldab.

Joe is not hurt enough to warrant any healing; although he has a few minor scrapes and cuts from the road, the main casualty is his ego, and he doesn’t want healing for that.

Lethira' attention drifts back to the small glass bottle Igor handed her before parting ways. She turns it slowly between her fingers, studying the deep amethyst liquid as sunlight filters through the glass. The fluid is remarkably clear, not cloudy like a crude tonic or thick like most roadside concoctions. The color reminds her faintly of twilight settling across the surface of the Sapphire River.

Carefully, she loosens the stopper just enough to catch the scent without drinking from it. Her expression remains calm as she studies it in silence a moment longer. “Carrots,” she says at last, faint amusement touching the edge of her voice. “Helpful.” Her thoughts move through possibilities, healing potion,. alchemical mixture. Igor handled dangerous things too comfortably for her to assume it to be harmless, but not carelessly enough for her to think it malicious.She lowers the bottle slightly, her gaze drifting once more toward the road winding westward through the hills ahead.

“Useful or disastrous,” she says quietly to herself. “Sometimes those travel together.”

Arcana Check: 10

Orien is leery of the beggar, in the shadow such individuals were common and dangerous.  He is curious about Lethira’s concoction, but focuses on his own herbal endeavors.

Fortunately for Orien, he finds a suitable piece of firewood that can hold his sign.

Lethira knows that the liquid is magical (likely a potion) and probably not poison, but she can’t figure out what its effects might be; she suspects it might be night vision, but she can’t be too certain, given the chevalier manner of the ogre who gave it to her.

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No need for a check; the two merchants are far too preoccupied with inflicting the greater amount of emotional damage upon the other; the remarks overheard include stuff like “Your mother was a hamster and your father reeked of elderberry!” “Did your face throw up or was that your mother?” “Why the blue robe, birdbrain; is it to hide that you’re a chicken?” and “Bob Ross can’t call you a ‘happy little accident,’ you bag of gold and of grease!”

The hand falls almost immediately when it picks up the shoes, and it takes all of Mia’s mental fortitude to manipulate it. When the hand dropped the first time, there is a noticeable jingle from the shoe. 

 Mia grabs the shoes from the mage hand and then pockets them.

 The shoe is incredibly heavy for shoe. The inner sole unexpectedly rips, and a small stream of silver and gold coins pour out onto the floor of the wagon; 61 gold worth (400 silver, 21 gold; about 4 pounds of weight. The other shoe has the same jingling, which can be hard over the merchants’ ruckus. 

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Lethira watches the situation unravel with the quiet patience of someone realizing the danger on this road may be two elderly merchants left unsupervised together for too long, as the pair disappear into the roadside dirt in a tangle of robes, fists, and deeply personal insults. Flins’ demand for them to stop as ignored, as Lethira closes her eyes briefly. Then her fingers brush once more across the mark of Vaelith worked into the dark scales over her chest, and her voice lowers into the calm, cadence used moments ago.

“Solvaris.”

A moment later, when she speaks again, her voice carries outward with impossible clarity across the roadside and hills beyond it, not angry, not strained, amplified.

“Enough!”

The grass bends sharply beneath the sudden force of it. Bettye jerks her head upward while the wagon horses stamp uneasily against their harnesses.

Lethira’s gaze settles evenly on the two men still wrestling in the dirt. “You are both entirely too old for this,” she says, her voice calm, though no less impossible to ignore. Her gaze watches them for another long moment before she glances at toward Mia. She says nothing. Only raises one eyebrow slightly as she walks back toward the wagon and rests one hand gently along the neck of the horse, until the nervous stamping eases beneath her touch. “Easy,” she murmurs softly. “None of this concerns you.” The horse settles gradually under the steadiness of her voice.

Lethira glances once toward the hills ahead, then back toward the others. “We should keep moving,” she says simply. A small pause follows as her eyes drift briefly toward the two merchants still covered in roadside dirt. “If they still feel compelled to murder each other in another mile, they can at least do it while traveling west.”

 Lethira’s sharp voice slices through the din like a sword. The two merchants immediately stop, like children caught in trouble by their parents. They sheepishly rise and dust themselves off. 

“Suits me just fine,” Joe scowls, glaring at Balthazar at he marches back to the wagon on a huff. “But I’m not taking this coward with us to Faraday.”

”Fine by me,” Balthazar shouts back as he waddles his way towards town, one shoe on and one shoe off. “Go to the Ninth layer of Hell if you so desire; I’m not coming. Just give me back my shoe or I’ll have Tim hit you with a lawsuit so hard, you’ll be wearing it till doomsday!”

Joe reclaims his seat on the wagon, and prepares to continue his journey, as does Balthazar, who does so as soon as he has his shoe back (I presume Mia does, minus the coins).

 Mia takes the coins out of both shoes and says nothing for now.

 

 

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 Mia takes the coins out of both shoes and says nothing for now.

 And Balthazar is none the wiser; Mia now has 800 silver and 43 gold to add to her coin pouch. *Her coin pouch now weighs about 10 pounds, will deal 2d4 bludgeoning damage as an improvised weapon, and can be categorized as a deadly weapon. Dude was legit carrying 10 pounds of coins in his shoes, which shows why you should never skip leg day*

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 Mia takes the coins out of both shoes and says nothing for now.

 And Balthazar is none the wiser; Mia now has 800 silver and 43 gold to add to her coin pouch. *Her coin pouch now weighs about 10 pounds, will deal 2d4 bludgeoning damage as an improvised weapon, and can be categorized as a deadly weapon. Dude was legit carrying 10 pounds of coins in his shoes, which shows why you should never skip leg day*

 Wow… my coin pouch is hefty now!

*Yes, and that might attract unwanted attention…*