Adrom does have to hoof it to keep up with Vondal, who is very fleet of foot. The cleric's armor rattles noisily, drawing many eyes and smiles in response. A few hands are raised in greeting.
As Vondal enters Barthen's, one of the two young men — Ander or Thistle, Vondal isn't sure which — looks up from a small triangular wood block with pegs in it to greet the dwarf. "Can I help you find anything?" he asks.
Vondal hardly pauses for more than a moment just to register their greeting alone. After which time he is nearly bum rushing the youth in his excitement. While at least able to restrain himself from literally leaping up and grabbing the man by the collar, he still gets within a perhaps uncomfortable distance, grinning from ear to ear. "Thistle! Or is Anders? Oh dear, I think I understand where the Sister was coming from -- ah -- er, but, nevermind you that! I heard Barthen sell spellbooks here? Is that true? And if so, how much? And does he have those, uhm, what's the word--*snaps fingers* Ah! Those special inks for imprinting spells upon it?"
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The youth blinks at Vondal as he talks and talks. When the dwarf is finally done, the human pauses, then seems to start up again. "Yeah, I'm Thistle. Anders is out back. But, er, spellbooks are right over there," he says, pointing. "They're 50 gold, I think. As for the ink, I'll have to check with Mr. Barthen. I think we have some in a box somewhere." He turns and heads for the door at the back of the store.
A few minutes later, Barthen comes through the door, smiling, with Thistle following in his wake and carrying a small and very dusty crate. "Well, hello, sirs. What an honor to serve two of the saviors of Phandalin." He points at an empty place on one of the counters, and Thistle places the crate down before taking out a tool and using it to pry off the lid. "I understand you need some ink to go along with your spellbook." The shopkeep turns and watches his charge pull off the lid, which is almost white with dust, except for an arced swipe, to reveal something written on top. The older man reaches in and pulls out a bottle made of blue glass. Turning, he holds it up to show Vondal. "Tell me how much you need, and I'll measure it out for you."
Adrom just raises his hand at Thistle's and Anders greetings, painting after what was almost a chase after his comrade.
As the cleric recovers his breath during the transaction between the two humans and Vondal, he lets his eyes wander around the shop, not looking nothing in particular but looking of something catches his eye.
Vondal immediately had begun rubbing his hands together at the reply, and only partially caught the youth's following statement about price and Barthen, having drifted over to the spellbooks. By the time Barthen arrives on the scene, the gold dwarf's excitement had hardly faded in the least. "Greetings to you as well, Mister Barthen!"He replied exuberantly, throwing his hands out wide and beaming at the man. As he started forward, seeming almost entranced by what the shopkeep pulls out, Vondal catches himself. "I... I think... Hmm... Carry the one... and given the size.. hrm..."
The Gold Dwarf spends at least a full minute with his brows furrowed and mumbling to himself prior to finally hopping on the spot. "However much 30 dragons will get me in addition to any scrap paper you can throw in. And six days of rations alogn with this book here." If not able to directly access the books and hold up his choice, then Vondal settles for simply pointing out a rather dusty looking tome with a number of faded designs in the cover, and bronze inlays along the binding, or perhaps even acting as the bindings. The tome itself was also about half the size of Vondal's head, and at one point properly came with a shoulder strap. Thankfully, the added straps to keep the pages closed seemed to still work.
At a glance, it's unclear if the faded parts are intentional design, or merely the result of it being the one book buried for some time now. Regardless of which, Vondal's fawned over it as if it were a priceless gem. Taking his eyes off it for a moment, he notices Adrom just window shop and chuckles. "Not gonna restock, Hammerer? That last venture did net us quite a bit of coin, after all."
Nif bypasses the Inn, heading for the Townmaster's Hall. He walks in front of the signboard with the notice advertising the orc bounty and stomps up the steps. Entering through the front door, he finds the tiny elf lass sitting behind her reception desk. She looks up and smiles, "G'day." When she recognizes Nif, she smiles broadly. "Oh, it's you," she says brightly. She stands and moves around her desk. "Where are your friends?" She leans to look around Nif as if the others are hiding behind him. After Nif explains that they're taking care of other business, she moves to the double doors opposite the front doors. "That's OK. Please, follow me. I'm sure the Townmaster will want to see you." She throws open the double doors, strides to the next set of doors on the other side of the hall, and opens those doors to enter the courtroom. She leads Nif to the large desk the dwarf remembers was Harbin Wester's previous. Now, Sildar Hallwinter is sitting behind it. "Townmaster," Cyrine calls in her girly voice, "one of the saviors of Phandalin is here."
OOC: Sorry for the delay
Nif smiles as he sees Sildar sitting in the Townmasters chair. He leans forwards and clasps Sildars hand. "Its good to see you Sildar. This town will thrive with you in that position. I have come to inform you that the orc raiders from the job board have been handled."
Barthen grins and begins carefully pouring ink from the larger blue glass bottle into a smaller clear glass bottle. "Are you going to be needing an arcane focus as well?"
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Walking around the shop, three things catch your eye, Adrom. The first is a hooded lantern of silver and brass that looks to be in pristine condition. On the bottom is stamped a symbol that might contain Moradin's hammer. The second thing is a magnifying glass. The glass is slight scuffed in the center, but appears to still be clear enough. The handle is made of very dark or maybe even black wood. The last thing is an amulet that is definitely Moradin's hammer on a leather thong.
Over in the Townmaster's Hall, Sildar stands and smiles at the duergar. "Well done," he says. He looks over Nif's shoulder. "Cyrine, please fetch me the notice off the board. Thank you." Looking back at Nif, he motions for the dwarf to sit as the tiny elf hurries off. Sildar sits and leans his elbows on the edge of the desk. "A lot has happened since you lot left town. It seems you have either exterminated or run off the Redbrands. We have seen nothing of them since. We stay on alert in case they are only hiding, but I'm hopeful we've seen the last of them." He grins. "Some of the townsfolk have taken to referring to you and your party as the Saviors of Phandalin." He shrugs. "It's a bit garish for my taste, but it's good for morale." Changing the subject he asks, "Have you had any luck locating Cragmaw Castle? I shutter to think how long it's been since Gundren was apprehended. Phandalin's spirits may have been lifted, but I think locating Wave Echo Cave and helping the Rockseeker brothers put it back into production will truly bring prosperity to the region and help civilize the town."
Vondal's eyes go wide, and then facepalms. "Of course! Of course! 'ow could I forget somefing so important! Ugh!"After dragging his hand down his face, he adjusts his belt, puffed out his chest, and for the most part tried to recover some sense of dignity. "I mean I would never forget something so important. Naturally... *clears throat*.... if you have a crystal or staff of the sort on hand, I'd take... vell, the crystal would be preferred, but I would not turn my nose up if only staffs are available. Along with some minor writing utensils as well, if'n you have any."
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OOC: You haven't tugged on that thread as of yet, Nif.
Toblen leaves Karl to his drink to tend to some other patrons. After a short while, the sound of a youngster draws the dwarf's eyes toward the front door. The halfling woman Qelline and her son, Carp, are coming through the door. Carp is prattling on about something, then says, "I'm gonna go find Pip!" and runs behind the bar and through the door to the kitchen. Qelline follows her son with her eyes, which then lock with Karl for a second. She smiles and nods, then walks to a table.
As Barthen continues to carefully measure out the writing ink, he nods toward a shelf. "Thistle, show him the arcane crystals, please." Thistle nods and starts toward the correct shelf when Adrom catches him up short. The teenager makes a detour to see the three items in question. "Um, the lantern is five gold, the magnifying glass is 100 gold, and the amulet is also five gold. So ... 110 gold all together." He doesn't wait for a reaction, but moves to a shelf with Vondal. "We have these three crystals right now," he says in a semi bored voice. He indicates a blue uncut stone mostly blue in color with veins of white and black running through it suspended by two silver chains within a silver spherical cage about two inches in diameter. The second is a milky white color, the size of a frog, and smooth like a river stone. It has no adornments, but has a slight indention on the top as if it has been rubbed there quite a lot. The third crystal is a long prism crystal of a deep purple color with sharp points on top and bottom. The three inch long crystal is wrapped by some kind of black material, be it metal or something else is hard to tell. The material and the crystal are so similar in color that Vondal doesn't notice until he picks it up that the material is actually shaped into the form of a serpent wrapped around the crystal. He brings it close to his eyes to look at the tiny head. He squints. There's something familiar about this, but he can't think why.
Barthen could have broken out into an uncharacteristic rap, and still Vondal wouldn't have caught on upon being shown the various crystals. Each one held his attention at length, and prompted much tugging at the sides of his beard in thought. Yet of all three, his eyes kept coming to the third and final one: the three inch longed crystal wrapped in a peculiar material. "Hmn.... Might I?" He asked, finally breaking eye contact on the crystal to look to Barthen, and making the motion of wanting to hold it. Even if not allowed to, he gets up as close to it as he can for that much more of a closer inspection... then slowly nods to himself.
"This... is the one for me, Mr. Barthen... Ring me up."Vondal said softly, yet just loud enough to be heard. If possible, he brings it up to the counter himself, but would hardly take his eyes off of it except to take out the correct amount of coin.
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Barthen stops pouring, looks up, and smiles. "That is a beaut, isn't it? I bought that off a dwarf woman about six months ago, as a matter of fact." He looks around and says quietly, "Spellbook, 30 gold worth of ink, crystal, spare paper ... " He looks back at Vondal. "I'll tell you what. Seeing as how you are the Saviors of Phandalin, I think I can knock a little off the total. How about 80 gold for all that?"
(@DDP: Hm.. Parchment. Vondal isn't too much of a stickler on the type as well, so long as its easy enough to write on.)
Vondal shakes himself as breaking a trance, and gave Barthen a confused look for a few moments. "Mr. Barthern... I do believe we have a deal!" He replied in an equally quiet tone, but with a small smile of his own. "But, uh... About this Dwarven Lass you spoke of just before?"He goes on to ask while adjusting his coin count for the new figure. "Do you remember how they looked? Or, a... name? Did they ever mention?"
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Barthen almost blushes. He gives a wry smile and says, "Sorry. I ... er ... have a hard time telling one mountain folk from another. And if she gave me a name, I don't remember it. It was a quick transaction; she seemed in a hurry to leave, and I never saw her again."
Vondal, give me an intelligence check with advantage.
Adrom does have to hoof it to keep up with Vondal, who is very fleet of foot. The cleric's armor rattles noisily, drawing many eyes and smiles in response. A few hands are raised in greeting.
As Vondal enters Barthen's, one of the two young men — Ander or Thistle, Vondal isn't sure which — looks up from a small triangular wood block with pegs in it to greet the dwarf. "Can I help you find anything?" he asks.
Vondal hardly pauses for more than a moment just to register their greeting alone. After which time he is nearly bum rushing the youth in his excitement. While at least able to restrain himself from literally leaping up and grabbing the man by the collar, he still gets within a perhaps uncomfortable distance, grinning from ear to ear. "Thistle! Or is Anders? Oh dear, I think I understand where the Sister was coming from -- ah -- er, but, nevermind you that! I heard Barthen sell spellbooks here? Is that true? And if so, how much? And does he have those, uhm, what's the word--*snaps fingers* Ah! Those special inks for imprinting spells upon it?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The youth blinks at Vondal as he talks and talks. When the dwarf is finally done, the human pauses, then seems to start up again. "Yeah, I'm Thistle. Anders is out back. But, er, spellbooks are right over there," he says, pointing. "They're 50 gold, I think. As for the ink, I'll have to check with Mr. Barthen. I think we have some in a box somewhere." He turns and heads for the door at the back of the store.
A few minutes later, Barthen comes through the door, smiling, with Thistle following in his wake and carrying a small and very dusty crate. "Well, hello, sirs. What an honor to serve two of the saviors of Phandalin." He points at an empty place on one of the counters, and Thistle places the crate down before taking out a tool and using it to pry off the lid. "I understand you need some ink to go along with your spellbook." The shopkeep turns and watches his charge pull off the lid, which is almost white with dust, except for an arced swipe, to reveal something written on top. The older man reaches in and pulls out a bottle made of blue glass. Turning, he holds it up to show Vondal. "Tell me how much you need, and I'll measure it out for you."
Adrom just raises his hand at Thistle's and Anders greetings, painting after what was almost a chase after his comrade.
As the cleric recovers his breath during the transaction between the two humans and Vondal, he lets his eyes wander around the shop, not looking nothing in particular but looking of something catches his eye.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Vondal immediately had begun rubbing his hands together at the reply, and only partially caught the youth's following statement about price and Barthen, having drifted over to the spellbooks. By the time Barthen arrives on the scene, the gold dwarf's excitement had hardly faded in the least. "Greetings to you as well, Mister Barthen!" He replied exuberantly, throwing his hands out wide and beaming at the man. As he started forward, seeming almost entranced by what the shopkeep pulls out, Vondal catches himself. "I... I think... Hmm... Carry the one... and given the size.. hrm..."
The Gold Dwarf spends at least a full minute with his brows furrowed and mumbling to himself prior to finally hopping on the spot. "However much 30 dragons will get me in addition to any scrap paper you can throw in. And six days of rations alogn with this book here." If not able to directly access the books and hold up his choice, then Vondal settles for simply pointing out a rather dusty looking tome with a number of faded designs in the cover, and bronze inlays along the binding, or perhaps even acting as the bindings. The tome itself was also about half the size of Vondal's head, and at one point properly came with a shoulder strap. Thankfully, the added straps to keep the pages closed seemed to still work.
At a glance, it's unclear if the faded parts are intentional design, or merely the result of it being the one book buried for some time now. Regardless of which, Vondal's fawned over it as if it were a priceless gem. Taking his eyes off it for a moment, he notices Adrom just window shop and chuckles. "Not gonna restock, Hammerer? That last venture did net us quite a bit of coin, after all."
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
OOC: Sorry for the delay
Nif smiles as he sees Sildar sitting in the Townmasters chair. He leans forwards and clasps Sildars hand. "Its good to see you Sildar. This town will thrive with you in that position. I have come to inform you that the orc raiders from the job board have been handled."
Barthen grins and begins carefully pouring ink from the larger blue glass bottle into a smaller clear glass bottle. "Are you going to be needing an arcane focus as well?"
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Walking around the shop, three things catch your eye, Adrom. The first is a hooded lantern of silver and brass that looks to be in pristine condition. On the bottom is stamped a symbol that might contain Moradin's hammer. The second thing is a magnifying glass. The glass is slight scuffed in the center, but appears to still be clear enough. The handle is made of very dark or maybe even black wood. The last thing is an amulet that is definitely Moradin's hammer on a leather thong.
Over in the Townmaster's Hall, Sildar stands and smiles at the duergar. "Well done," he says. He looks over Nif's shoulder. "Cyrine, please fetch me the notice off the board. Thank you." Looking back at Nif, he motions for the dwarf to sit as the tiny elf hurries off. Sildar sits and leans his elbows on the edge of the desk. "A lot has happened since you lot left town. It seems you have either exterminated or run off the Redbrands. We have seen nothing of them since. We stay on alert in case they are only hiding, but I'm hopeful we've seen the last of them." He grins. "Some of the townsfolk have taken to referring to you and your party as the Saviors of Phandalin." He shrugs. "It's a bit garish for my taste, but it's good for morale." Changing the subject he asks, "Have you had any luck locating Cragmaw Castle? I shutter to think how long it's been since Gundren was apprehended. Phandalin's spirits may have been lifted, but I think locating Wave Echo Cave and helping the Rockseeker brothers put it back into production will truly bring prosperity to the region and help civilize the town."
"Ta for that. Reckon I'll sit a bit and wait for the others to get 'ere before we go for a visit!" Karl replies
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Vondal's eyes go wide, and then facepalms. "Of course! Of course! 'ow could I forget somefing so important! Ugh!" After dragging his hand down his face, he adjusts his belt, puffed out his chest, and for the most part tried to recover some sense of dignity. "I mean I would never forget something so important. Naturally... *clears throat*.... if you have a crystal or staff of the sort on hand, I'd take... vell, the crystal would be preferred, but I would not turn my nose up if only staffs are available. Along with some minor writing utensils as well, if'n you have any."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Adrom smiles satisfied as he takes the amulet and asks the young Thistlen while Vondal closes his deal.
"Tell me Maese Thistlen, how much for these three fine objects?" he asks showing the amulet and poiting both to the lantern and the spyglass.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Ooc to players as much as DM: I am assuming we have not had much luck finding the castle or cave? Not that we have looked that much?
OOC: You haven't tugged on that thread as of yet, Nif.
Toblen leaves Karl to his drink to tend to some other patrons. After a short while, the sound of a youngster draws the dwarf's eyes toward the front door. The halfling woman Qelline and her son, Carp, are coming through the door. Carp is prattling on about something, then says, "I'm gonna go find Pip!" and runs behind the bar and through the door to the kitchen. Qelline follows her son with her eyes, which then lock with Karl for a second. She smiles and nods, then walks to a table.
As Barthen continues to carefully measure out the writing ink, he nods toward a shelf. "Thistle, show him the arcane crystals, please." Thistle nods and starts toward the correct shelf when Adrom catches him up short. The teenager makes a detour to see the three items in question. "Um, the lantern is five gold, the magnifying glass is 100 gold, and the amulet is also five gold. So ... 110 gold all together." He doesn't wait for a reaction, but moves to a shelf with Vondal. "We have these three crystals right now," he says in a semi bored voice. He indicates a blue uncut stone mostly blue in color with veins of white and black running through it suspended by two silver chains within a silver spherical cage about two inches in diameter. The second is a milky white color, the size of a frog, and smooth like a river stone. It has no adornments, but has a slight indention on the top as if it has been rubbed there quite a lot. The third crystal is a long prism crystal of a deep purple color with sharp points on top and bottom. The three inch long crystal is wrapped by some kind of black material, be it metal or something else is hard to tell. The material and the crystal are so similar in color that Vondal doesn't notice until he picks it up that the material is actually shaped into the form of a serpent wrapped around the crystal. He brings it close to his eyes to look at the tiny head. He squints. There's something familiar about this, but he can't think why.
Barthen could have broken out into an uncharacteristic rap, and still Vondal wouldn't have caught on upon being shown the various crystals. Each one held his attention at length, and prompted much tugging at the sides of his beard in thought. Yet of all three, his eyes kept coming to the third and final one: the three inch longed crystal wrapped in a peculiar material. "Hmn.... Might I?" He asked, finally breaking eye contact on the crystal to look to Barthen, and making the motion of wanting to hold it. Even if not allowed to, he gets up as close to it as he can for that much more of a closer inspection... then slowly nods to himself.
"This... is the one for me, Mr. Barthen... Ring me up." Vondal said softly, yet just loud enough to be heard. If possible, he brings it up to the counter himself, but would hardly take his eyes off of it except to take out the correct amount of coin.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Barthen stops pouring, looks up, and smiles. "That is a beaut, isn't it? I bought that off a dwarf woman about six months ago, as a matter of fact." He looks around and says quietly, "Spellbook, 30 gold worth of ink, crystal, spare paper ... " He looks back at Vondal. "I'll tell you what. Seeing as how you are the Saviors of Phandalin, I think I can knock a little off the total. How about 80 gold for all that?"
OOC: Vondal, are you wanting paper or parchment?
(@DDP: Hm.. Parchment. Vondal isn't too much of a stickler on the type as well, so long as its easy enough to write on.)
Vondal shakes himself as breaking a trance, and gave Barthen a confused look for a few moments. "Mr. Barthern... I do believe we have a deal!" He replied in an equally quiet tone, but with a small smile of his own. "But, uh... About this Dwarven Lass you spoke of just before?" He goes on to ask while adjusting his coin count for the new figure. "Do you remember how they looked? Or, a... name? Did they ever mention?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Barthen almost blushes. He gives a wry smile and says, "Sorry. I ... er ... have a hard time telling one mountain folk from another. And if she gave me a name, I don't remember it. It was a quick transaction; she seemed in a hurry to leave, and I never saw her again."
Vondal, give me an intelligence check with advantage.
Int Check: 20.
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OK. I'll hold on to that for a little bit. I think you're on the right track already, though.
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