Blood Scales Game

As Thimbol arrives at the Mayors office and knocks on the door, he sees a small figure move to open the door. "Oh hello! I didn't forget about a meeting I had scheduled did I?" The mayor will quickly move back to his desk and start flipping through a calendar sitting on his desk, adjusting his tophat and looking through the entries. 

Sayre is nearly to Smoke's when Navek catches up.

OOC: Ran set it up a for Navek. I'll shut my blabber mouth and wait for you.

OOC: I've got meetings on and off ALL day on campus. I'll try to check when I can!!

Mo and Lorarila come out of the inn and see Thimbol heading in to the mayor's office. "There he is, I guess he's with the mayor, that's kind of a buddy.  Maybe we don't need to follow him?" he shrugs to Lorarila.

Navek is out of breath again by the time he catches up to Sayre. So much so, in fact, that he spends the first few moments flailing an arm and half-muttering words. "By the gods. You kids move fast... Whoo... Okay... Are you alright, little Satyr?" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned. "Really, alright? I do not like prying, but... you two are not let me sit on this." 

"I just want to trust everyone. To know they've got my back," Sayre replies. "We've got to work together I realize that. It's just fishy," she adds with a frown. 

She pauses hopeful for advice from the older goliath.

"Well we can just linger outside then, should we get some chairs? Oh, we should make a porch for us on the inn. A nice one where we can sit outside and enjoy the breezes. That sounds lovely." Leaning on Mo with her back. "I am not use to such trying times, I am more use to reading old tomes and having no one around. This is so much better."

Navek strokes his beard in silent thought for a short while. He knew the answer he could give her. The answer most of the less directly endangered races tend to give their young ones to set their hearts at ease. But with a heavy sigh, he spoke the one that needed to be said. He goes to pet her on the head whether she likes it or not, though stops if she resists too much. "Wanting that isn't so bad. But the world isn't like that, little Satyr. Rather they fully meant to or not, the gods and goddesses of the world didn't paint us with a single brush. "

"And, I've been around long enough to have learned that lesson on more than one occasions. Even have scars to prove it... Never stopped me from keeping an open heart though. Because its the moment you stop having faith -- that you stop trying is when things really start going to shit." He pauses to crack his neck. "Do not trust Thimbol. Not fully. And as far as I'm concerned, noone is or should ask you to. But sometimes when you want to believe in someone -- to really believe in them. And have that reciprocated in turn. You need to take that first few steps and show the way. And try to be patient with them. Not everyone's fate or fortune have been so kind as to live a dream." 

After a moment of silence Navek chuckles and apologizes, "Sorry. That probably did not help you none. Never been good at this sort of thing. Used to know another, an uhm... an angel blood one.. guess you call her an Aasimar. She always knew what to say, and pulled me from the brink a number of times."

"Trust is earned yes. Those who blindly give it are either fools or charlatans. I will keep your words in mind. I appreciate your counsel. I will seek it out the next time I am troubled with thoughts or doubts," Sayre replies with a softer expression but still no smile.

OOC: Patting a tiefling on the head, now THAT's ballzy... lol Navek = the party's goliath Yoda.

"Shall we go see Smoke? I believe there's a clock he owns in Leadbelly's basement," Sayre explains then explains her trade for the bracers and deal with bringing magic items the party approves of to sell directly to Smoke.

Smoke will greet the Navek and Sayre as they approach the shop. "Hello again?" He says with a smile... "What can I do for you? again?"

Last I check, you don't have Hellish Rebuke for another level. So, he is still safe for one more level from that. :P Though there is always physical abuse.

Navek raises a finger as if he's about to add something. "Not quite where I was I going, I don't think. BUT... its a start." Navek admits as much before letting out a deep chuckle. "Why would he want a... Hmm... Eh, nevermind. A deal is a deal. Though..." He trails off there and remained in deep thought for awhile until they met up with smoke. "Ah. Heh. Hello, Smoke. Seems we cannot get enough of your shop." He laughs, but leaves it to Sayre to explain business. 

"I always welcome those willing to spend some coin" He says with a smile to Navek and Sayre. "So what can I do for you now?"

"Actually, the clock you were expecting," Sayre begins with a soft expression, "I believe it's in Leadbelly's basement," she adds. "You could come check it out if you'd like," she adds.

Sayre will lead Smoke to yhe basement to confirm the clock is his then if it is try to arrange it's transportation to the shop.

So as Sayre describes the clock, his face will light up a bit before changing to a slightly more concerned expression. "That sounds like the one.. thank you for finding it for me... I had hoped it was in his possession this whole time. you.. ummm... you didn't touch it did you?" his eyes moving between the tiefling and the Goliath "I mean.. ya know what.. don't worry about it. I will go with you to retrieve it. " Smoke will then grab a scroll from behind his desk and look to the large sheild guardian sitting in the corner. The guardian will stay crouched but move out the large doubledoors before standing upright to its normal height. The gaurdian towers over even Navek as it escorts Smoke down the street towards the HQ. Once there smoke will walk with Sayre to the basement and after casting a levitation spell on the clock, he will guide it up the stairs and out of the old inn and into the open arms of the guardian. Once the clock has been placed gently in its arms, Smoke will turn and look to Sayre and Navek once again. "Thank you both for helping me locate this item. I have not decided if I am going to keep it in my private collection or sell it yet... " He will pause a moment as if thinking to himself before continuing. "Thanks again! let me know if you need anything else... remember to be on the look out for that chest OK..." Looking to Sayre "And you get me that Troll alright!" looking to Navek. He would then turn and head down the street trying to catch up to the guardian as they head back towards his shop.

Mo goes back in and grabs 2 chairs from the dining area and brings them back out to the front of the inn, so they can sit and enjoy the weather while they wait for everyone to return. Mo sits and watches Sayre, Navek, Smoke and the odd robit come inside, and then come back out with the big tick-tock box. "QUEST COMPLETE!" He will yell at Navek and Sayre. "Ba ba ba ba, baa baa, ba ba baaaaaa"

(everyone gets 100xp and an additional 25xp each for the final fantasy theme played on the drums)

**wasnt on the drums, he just sort of said it, lol**

(WELP, STRIP IT AWAY THEN.. I WANTED A DAMN MUSICAL NUMBER. ONLY 100XP)




I guess you can keep the 25xp.... 

**fineee... i drummed it...**

(Did Lorarila fire off any firebolts into the sky? I mean.. pyrotechnics would really sell it...)