"Alright then," Kyne announces, springing to his feet. "I'll head into town. Mathilda, would you care to accompany me?"

He holds out one hand to the young girl with a wicked grin.

"She is very young, behave yourself!" Lyreis calls out in elven after the sorcerer, but is smiling to himself, not really doubting Kyne's motives. 

"He's been misbehaving then?" Seb'riel chuckles at Lyreis' words. "Now perhaps the three of you could let me know what I have missed, particularly regarding this nose?" She mops up the end of her breakfast, pushes away the plates and brings her spellbook to the table. She begins to turn the pages as they speak. 

Mathilda has been listening quietly, munching on some porridge with wide eyes, while Seb'riel was talking. She is unsure what to make of the new arrival who seems very well versed in magic. While she is relieved that Kyne is reunited with his sister, the prospect of returning to the island where the vampire lives scares her. She knows very little of these creatures beyond rumours, but having witnessed the vicious attacks last night, she knows they are deadly. The young girl does not think they can, or should, confront this foe, but she does not dare say so.

When Kyne asks her to go into town, she almost jumps up with relief. Something as normal as going shopping, outside, in the daylight, sounds much better than staying here and discussing vampires. She smileys shyly and mumbles a quick good bye to everyone, but not without nodding to Moltaris who slept in front of her door last night. After standing around for a moment, she asks: "Do you need anything from town, Moltaris?" It seems she is hoping the cleric will come with them.

(once the shopping-group leaves)

Without taking Kyne's offered hand, she grabs her bag and vanishes out the door. After they have been walking a little, she asks him: "So, uhm... are we really going back to fight that vampire? Your sister is back, can't we go somewhere else now?"

"Look for a metalsmith - try to acquire as much powdered silver as you can. And see if there is an oil merchant in the marketplace - look for the purest olive oil available." Moltaris stretches and yawns. "I'm going back to sleep - I'm going to need more rest before I try and prepare the holy oil for you."

"A good plan, I will stand guard over you both, I have slept enough, although I could probably manage another breakfast... Hurosk, will you be chaperoning those two or staying here. If you stay I would like to hear of your experiences fighting the undead, I feel myself lacking in that regard and it is not something I enjoy."

     Hurosk shakes his half-empty quiver. "I am in need of some supplies too, so that stories will have to wait for another day."

Seb'riel excuses herself and goes to sit quietly in meditation for several hours. She allows her mind to drift at first before bringing it in to focus on the present. She gently pushes her recent torments aside as they repeatedly try to enter her mind. She feels other memories, previous torments and sense of loss on the periphery of her mind, threatening to disrupt her rest, but she keeps them at bay and eventually feels the familiar onset of the trance like state she was looking for.

When she has rested she pulls out the holy symbol of The Undying Court from her pouch and meditates a while longer, strengthening her connection. She feels the familiar upward tug of the weave as they once again grant her access to their knowledge and power. Next she opens her spellbook. Reading through the pages and running her fingers along it. She has missed its smell and its feel these months. She settles on her spells for the day, memorising the already familiar patterns of movement and casting the initial preparation of each so that it is ready at a moments notice. Feeling nostalgic she summons some twinkling lights to hang above her, she shifts their patter with her mind so that they remind her of the stars she used to look upon as a child. Finally, she draws an arcane circle on the floor. Swaying slightly as she chants she feels the familiar tug of the weave as it flows through her, parallel to the floor. She lifts her hands, shaping a portal through its threads and calls through it. 

"Oh old friend, how I have missed your company. Come back to me now."

The ritual is ended and an energy form bursts through the portal, slowly it takes form, wings, keen eyes, and a beak, the tawney feathers solidify last, but finally it is sat there before her again, her own creature of the night, her owl familiar. 

Kyne nods in understanding to the Moltaris and Lyreis, before setting out with Hurosk and Mathilda. He laughs aloud and a little sheepishly at the young girl's question.

"Hahahahaha... no. No way in hell are we just 'going back to fight that vampire'. Not without one hell of a plan. She's far beyond us, she demonstrated that already. No, we're going to the island, because my sister left some very powerful and dangerous magic there. Magic that Morlainne cannot be allowed to possess. If I have my way, she won't even know we're there... which is why we need you! I understand that sneaking and stealing is your speciality?"

Kyne flashes Mathilda a charming grin full of shining teeth, clearly trying to flatter her into helping.

Mathilda is not used to being flattered, and blushes slightly. Her eyes gleam with pride. "It is, I can steal almost anything! But..."  she hesitates "you really think we can do this without being noticed by the vampire?" When Kyne nods, she takes a moment to consider. The brutal, magical vampire creature makes her blood run cold, but the chance to show her new-found companions her skills? Prove her worth to them in a stealth mission? It seems the perfect opportunity. None of them seem stealthy or any good at nabbing... if I don't go with them, they'll probably get noticed and attacked again. She thinks back to the previous night with a shudder. Or killed. With a resolute expression, Mathilda turns back to Kyne: "I'm in!"

After a few hours scouting the city and its temples and shops Mathilda enters the inn and opens the door to a overcarried Kyne who has too many leather bags in his arms and shoulders. 

"Guys! " he exclaims happy " I bought everything!" 

After helping him with the new stuff and having giving everyone what they could need, the party just relaxes, Moltaris makes her rituals, and waits for the night to come. 

Once the sun sets, the patrons of the inn start to arrive and soon after the sunsdawn, when the streets are again covered by a thick layer of fog, the common hall is full of laughs and the sound of clattering pints as the fishers, farmers, merchants and the ocasional guard relax from their routines. 

The party share their dinner and waits for their employeer to show up. And one hour later they are not disspoited as they see the slender and hooded figure of the man, or Nepos as Kyne has started to call him, lacking his real name. 

Nepos sees them and wlaks directly to their table, sitting at it a little bit nervously. 

" I am happy to see you all here. And I see that you have enlisted another person. Have you been able to make any progress in the matter?" he asks

     "Why are you looking so nervous?" Hurosk looks to the man curiously and then to the other before proceeding. "I think we managed to do what you asked. We ran the dealer out of town here and then took care of where they made the stuff. They had a cabin a few miles from here out by the lake. It's pretty much ash now I would think."

Kyne stands behind Hurosk and smirks, running a flickering orb of flame back and forth over the backs of his fingers to emphasis the word 'ash'. With Seb'riel on their side and every magical item Delethorn has to offer at their disposal, his usual bravado is growing once more.

The man almost jump on his seat when Kyne produces the orb. 

He tries to calm down though

"Well... as you know I am not used to do this... kind of things. So... you've done whay I asked for? Excellent excellent. But how can we be sure that no one will distribute that poison again in the city? You took care of the place but.. also of the maker? who was it?" 

Molly growls, lurking near the Nose's elbow, "That wasn't our deal. We took care of those responsible for distribution. That was the deal."

"The deal was for you to stop that dammed posion to flow into our streets... " he says " I am just trying to know if you are certain that you have done this. No point in eliminating one dealer if the thing is still out there. There was anyone in that place you burnt down?" 

He doesn't seem reluctant to believe you or pay you, he seems to need just more information and to put his mind at ease that the drug problem is over. 

"A wizard," Kyne interjects reassuringly, "or alchemist of sorts. We captured some of his servants, before we slew them. The called him Voren. He was brewing the Red Dream in the basement. He's gone. The drug and its maker have been destroyed."

The man seems to relax hearing Kyne's words.

"Excellent, excellent " he says " Then, if you have some kind of proof of this... " he clears his throat ".. as we arranged, I will pay you tonight." 

"Where is the trust?" Lyreis laughs to himself before his face hardens "Do not doubt the word of my friend, he is telling you the truth. Visit the lake, maybe during the day, you'll see what we did to the place, I wouldn't go at night though, you seem the jumpy type and who knows what terrors might be lurking..." 

    The half-orc eyes the man curiously. "Proof? You didn't ask for any. You'll have your proof when the drug dries up. Now, please pay up," he says tapping the table with two fingers.

OOC: I went back through the posts a few times and didn't see that he asked for proof.