Out Of The Abyss

    When Mikey wakes from his rest, he understands that he's in possession of a Belt of Hill Giant Strength!

Before going to bed, Mikey will give the gunatlets over to Leon and say:  "You, bro!  My brother Donnie was the one who always took care of gadgets that I messed up in the past and I don't know how to fix them.  MInd taking a look at these for me?"

“Sure. I will fix them up and give them to you on the morning.”

Leon casts mending on the gauntlets. Leon will focus on the gauntlets and attempt to identify them.

    Leon wakes and understands that he's in possession of Bracers of Martial Force!

In the morning, Mikey says to Leon while reaching his hands out:  "Thanks for the fixing and ID job, bro.  What do those things do?"

Mikey heads downstairs to watch the sparring matches.

    While Wrexim is poking around Droki's mind, Rowland's voice falls on deaf ears.  After a few minutes, Wrexim blinks and Rowland thinks he may be back...but alas, he is not returned from his psychic link with Droki.

    Rowland waits patiently.  There's nothing to do in the room other than wait and watch...

With a sigh of resignation, Rowland will take up a position nearby facing the action and any exits so he's not in danger of being surprised. Then he'll get comfortable and watch. If he notices Droki's condition get worse he'll intervene by gripping the gnomes arm and pulling him away to attempt to snap the telekinesis.

    Rowland waits patiently.  Nothing changes.  

    Rowland waits patiently.  Nothing changes.  

After some time has passed and Rowland seems that it has been long enough for Wrexim to obtain the information he seeks, Rowland will attempt to break the link by groping the gnomes arm, pulling gently. 

"Wrexim, my apologies for the interruption, were you able to gather any information from our friend?"

    Wrexim is motionless for a moment, then his eyes begin to focus clearly on Rowland.

Wrexim - "Oh my."  he replies.  "Yes.  Information indeed, mmm..."  he says again.  "This little one has been...touched, mmm...by a powerful Demon Lord's influence.  I was able to tap into Droki's mind, however much of what I found was shrouded in...mmm...shredded memories, yes..."  he pauses to collect his jumbled thoughts.  "What was it you specifically wanted to know, Ranger?" he asks calmly.

"Can you tell me what he was doing for the Gray Ghosts and what he knows of their plans?"

Wrexim - “He was a courier in their service...mmm”. Didn’t know much about their plans although he did overhear a little chatter about Themberchaud and something about a plan to disrupt the current order of things.”

"What was this chatter about Thumberchaud? And were there any specific details he knows of their plan?"

Wrexim looks at Rowland with undeniably impeccable scrutiny. 
Wrexim - “Curious...they sent the dumb one...”. Taking a deep breath, probably to call his frustration a bit, then he goes on to say an obvious measure slower, “He didn’t know anything specific about their plans. Just overheard the name and something about disrupting the current order of things.”  A quick breath and he follows with, “If ya know nuthin’ about the order of things as they are, then this isn’t very useful for ya is it?  Hahaha!”  He laughs to himself. “Bah. Do you know the history of Gracklstugh’s Wyrmsmith?”  Then he stops himself before continuing. “Mmm...better have the ones with higher intelligence be present before hearing the story. Wouldn’t want ya confusing the important parts when ya retell it, mmmm...”. Frowning heavily, he begins to walk towards the door, apparently finished with his business here and with Rowland.  He stops short of the door and half turns his head back towards Roland. “There was another bit however, that I think you fellas should know...the Demon Lord bit. Not of his knowledge, but I could know it in his poisoned mind. You could only hope to enlist the aid of mightier warriors than yourselves if you seek to banish it back to its own internal plane, mmmm.  However, it might take a hero or fivr such as yourselves to at least purge ts influence from this here city, yes?”  He waits for Rowland’s reply. 

Rowland shakes his head in disgust, "'I would thank you friend, but you've given me nothing useful. One final question, did he have any bit of knowledge concerning the Deepking?"

Wrexim - "Bah...it's only useful if you've the brain to understand in the first place..."  He shakes his head while looking down at the floor.  "Mmm...he didn't.  But I do.  50gp and I'll tell ya.  Sure, they pay me well enough, but what I know is worth coin and I'm pretty sure you've got it to spare."  He doesn't wait long before he begins to move again towards the door.

Elmo and the lady dont sleep much that night and make up for the lack of sleep by sleeping in quite late.  Elmo will attempt to get it in while cuddling the next morning.   No talking, just good ol'American wake up sex. 

Persuasion check: 18

As Elmo gets dressed.  (Can u describe the lady?)

"Wonderful meeting ye last night lass.  Ye have been a bright spot on me hellish, yet eventful few months.  Ye are a spot of sunshine in a dark place.  I know this may sound rude, but dont let it take away from how lovely I found ye company, but I would like to know ye name.  I was a blasted fool and didn't ask last night.  I know its rude to ask such a question after we had such a grand time and all, but I don't expect to survive what is to come lass.  If Ol'Elmo be right, then I would hate to have died a rude bastard who couldn't be bothered to ask the name of some body who's company meant a great deal in dark times."

(Thought he doesn't expect it, Elmo prepares for the possibility of being slapped, but goes in for what he expect may be his last time kissing a lady.)

No matter how that turns out, before he leaves Elmo asks,

"Have ye heard anything about the Gray Ghosts lass?"

"50?! . . . Fine . . . give me the information before I change my mind. "