Custom Campaign - Cold Cash

The big guy replies to Flayr; "These'm over here by tha' big clubs."  The staffs before you are like none you've seen before; metal, not wood, with a bluish silvery color.  You grab the cold metal and lift it; finding it unimaginably light, especially for metal.  You try to flex the staff; but there is no give, feeling more like steel, though lighter than wood.

Kabarr, you watch as this man immediately looks you up and down at the speed of a blink.  You can tell he accessed you.

"Yes, we have a fine collection of them." He smiles and then looks down to Gnook. "In any size."

Tirana replies to Kaimos; "Well, I should draw some money out of the bank and get some travel gear; we could do that together, if you would like."

Kaimos nods.  "Sure, sounds good.  We could do that after dropping by and picking up my stuff.  That way I'll have some money as well to buy a few more supplies for the trip."  He looks to Rolen.  "Meet back here when we're done picking up supplies?"

Rolen: (to Kaimos) "Sure thing."

Rolen leaves and heads towards his family's inn and tavern.

Tirana blushes to Kaimos, as much as a Tabaxi can, and quietly says; "It's so quiet now that everyone has left.  I mean, we are all alon..." Suddenly snoring coming from Poldrik interrupts her.

“My size is all I need.  Please show me the way.”  Kabarr says waiting him lead on.  “What is your price range?”

Flayr nods in admiration of the finely wrought quarterstaff. "I'll take it. Your price?" He asks.

"What do you possibly have in the gnomish department for I, good fellow? Or how about medium armor?"

(Rolen and Kaimos, do you want to roleplay through going home and gathering supplies; or do you want to bypass that?)

The large Ice Elf bends real low to look at a price marked at the base of the staffs.  Unfortunately he seems able to read and accurately says; "100gp."

(im fine with roleplaying it, but if everyone wants to move onto the next segment of the story i am fine with that too)

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Tirana blushes to Kaimos, as much as a Tabaxi can, and quietly says; "It's so quiet now that everyone has left.  I mean, we are all alon..." Suddenly snoring coming from Poldrik interrupts her.

 (totally missed this post)

Kaimos chuckles at Poldrik's snores interrupt Tirana.  "Not quite so alone after all, apparently."  He looks her in the eyes for a moment, then glances away.  I guess we should go get those supplies, he says, then leads the way out of the apartment.

(I'm happy to skip the the supply getting, though I won't complain if we wanna roleplay it)

Fivin makes a signal and a young tabaxi, dressed in black, comes out of the back area; and suddenly begins holding measuring tape to Gnook's body, even raising his arms for him.

Fivin turns to Kabarr; "The prices are quite fair... considering the quality."  He walks you to a section arranged obviously for Fire Genasi customers; with several Genasi designed pieces, including pieces that are traditionally worn by Generals.

Rolen, these familiar streets pass you by as you ponder how you'll not see them for a while; that you are finally leaving home.

Tirana will follow along, amazed by how much of a whirlwind these last few days has been.  "Where should we go when we get to Qixallia?  Do you know a place?"

does rolen see any familiar faces? anyone he knows? neighbors or people he would see on a regular basis?

Perception: 12 (incase i need to roll)

Kaimos shakes his head.  "Not really," he says.  "I've always wanted to visit the jungles of our people, but I don't have a lot of plans of what to do once I get there.  I just...want to see it."

Rolen see a few familiar faces, but no one that you regularly talk to.

"I'm happy that I'm going to see it with you." Tirana replies with a smile.