Sword Coast Rambling

Serak: Smiling warmly at Linene, Serak says, "I apologize for the... mess we left yesterday. At least the Redbrands will no longer be extorting your business, am I right?"

Changing the subject quickly, he drops most of his remaining gold on the counter and says, "One suit of your finest Studded Leather, please! I prefer a darker shade of leather with nonreflective rivets, if you have it. Thank you."

OOC: You've paid for a shortsword so you can treat it as a shortsword if you'd like for the stat block. But otherwise its a shortish short sword lol

Glancing around the shop Serak has remained quiet so far. Linene finishes with the others busily while he tests out some leather gauntlets on the far wall.

"For you Mr Brots, you can have this kit here for another 2 gold. It's essentially a woodcarvers and leatherworkers toolkit, but it'll have everything you need for repairing this lady. Word of advice though, measure twice, cut once. You can't put a bit of bow back on once its off." She slides a small box across the counter to the gnome. Inside a small set of needles, two small balls of wrapped leather, a small hammer, pair of pliers, as well as a small handsized saw, axe and a narrow wood file. 

Linenes face lights up as more money enters her hands. "Thankyou very much Syna. I trust that these blades serve you well in your travels. And to you Mr paladin, I trust I will be seeing you again soon. Come and have a fitting for that armour when your ready won't you. I'll measure you up for size..." With an innocent titter she is relieved to finally be approached by the bard. 

With coins rattling onto the floor Linene acts quickly to stop others from doing the same. Heat rises into her face again but she remains calm. Hard to be angry at money. "Well.... seeing as you kindly left me with the most mess to deal with you're lucky I'll sell to you at all. Although I have a feeling I only have pale leather...." She smiles back at the bard with equal warmth, "...with the shiniest of rivets." Beckoning the bard to follow her along the wall, she pulls down a set of gauntlets, a breast plate and greaves all in the style requested. The leather is crisp, well worked and brand new. The pieces shine brightly as the half elf flexes them,  "Helmet too? I have a feeling you'd be the type to wear one." Heading back towards the counter Linene counts out a pile of coins, scraping the others across the counter back towards Serak. "Fifty gold for these magnificent pieces. Looking at the state of your last leather you'll be back again before long though." She gestures to the long deep gash cut into the bards current leather armour. "Well then my dears. Will that be all? I feel I have taken quite enough of your ill gotten gains by now."

OOC: Is there any benefit to wearing a helmet in 5th Ed? He'll skip it in favor of his hood. 

Serak: Shaking his head slowly, the bard answers, "No helmet is necessary, ma'am. Would you hide these stunning good looks?" Taking his purchase, Serak retreats out the door quickly.

OOC: No benefit from wearing a helmet. Just Linene making a joke lol

Linene smiles at the bard as he leaves, "Good looks? Don't tempt me to improve them. Come back soon boys!" As the party begins to make their way outside, Linene begins reorganizing her shelves and starts scrubbing the floor again.

Outside, the party slowly assemble in the square. The afternoon continues to wear on as the townsfolk continue on about their business. Across the clearing the lonely figure of sister Garaele tends lovingly to the shrine. A trio of dwarves walk past towards the Stonehill Inn, where Ander and Thistle stand waiting beside Barthens empty cart. 

Seeing Sister Garaele Beetle approaches, "Sister, we have returned and are finished with our Redbrand task.  You would be happy to know that the potion you gave me came in very handy."  Beetle pauses a moment..."These are my other companions I was telling you about....Syna, Serak, Zyltris, and Brots....I remember you mentioned a quest you could use help with...would you like to fill us in on the details?"

The Sister, a young elf, noticing the paladin approach, skips over to him and his colleagues. With obvious excitement she invites them all into the shelter of the shrine. "Tymora be praised! The lady has blessed me with your return.Good day to you gentlemen, I am Sister Garaele. I tend to the Shrine of Tymora here in the town." The shrine, merely more than a small gathering of broken rocks from the older buildings in town, is well looked after. An image of the Lady Tymora sits in the centre of the shrine, adorned with a collection of trinkets and coins. The Sister kneels quickly beside the shrine and blesses herself before taking a seat on a small set of rocks. 

She sits beaming at Beetle. An awkward few seconds pass before she catches herself staring, "... Oh Sir you have truly answered my prayers. Yes indeed I have been given a quest which I have.... had problems with. My superiors have asked me to find a banshee named Agatha who lives near Conyberry. It's believed that she will be able to answer a question about the spellbook of the legendary mage Bowgentle they have been looking for. I ventured there myself but I did not have the grace of Tymora for the fairy to appear for me." Standing up Sister Garaele disappears behind the shrine wall momentarily. A minute later she has returned, holding an elegant jeweled comb made of silver. "I was wondering if you would be so kind to take her this gift and trade it for the location of Bowgentles Spellbook? I can supply you with another pair of healing potions for your troubles?"

Beetle looks at his companions..."What do you think guys, sounds easy enough and shouldn't take much time out of us securing the surrounding areas of this town." He looks at his companions and gives them a minute to ponder it.

OCC:  Banshee?  As in the undead?  I have to assume someone in the party would know they are dangerous?

(OOC: Undead are my favored Enemy, I would like to make an Int check to see what I recall about Banshees? 12 )

Brots:

Does Brots share this knowledge with everyone?

Brots, recalling what he remembers about the banshee, of which he has tried to cast from his mind, a shiver goes down his spine. "You said Banshee? As much as I really don't want to do it, I might be of some use here. You said the Banshee Agatha was last seen near Conyberry?" He'll turn toward his companions. "Banshee's used to be female elves that just generally despised the world, until the hate killed them." He pauses a moment then continues. "They can't go far from where they died, so if this banshee was last seen in Conyberry, chances are she died someplace close." He looks back at Garaele. "What have you heard about the death of this Agatha?"

(OOC: I'm trying to up my RP game, so I was typing this shit out lol, also I'm at work so replies are slower.)

OOC: Good point.  I see no reason why Brots wouldn't share the info but that would be up to Brots

The Sister sits back on the pile of rocks. Her gaze meets that of Brots as she answers, "Agatha died in the woods north west of the ruined town. I'm afraid thats all I know of her demise. Although I haven't met her myself, you should find her in a domed shelter made from branches a few miles into the forest. She is supposed to be a spiteful, manipulative creature who doesn't take kindly to rudeness or trickery."

Brots hearing the sister reply will look toward the group. "If that's where she died, that's where she'll be." He'll think for a second then continue on. "I don't think we should approach this with force right away."

"Sister, you said you just want to ask the banshee a question?  Not get rid of it?  I would think the church would be more inclined to remove such a creature from this plane."  Beetle asks.

Brots...Is there any threat to us elves from her? That description you gave seems like this could be trouble.

Brots will look toward Zyltris and address him, speaking loudly so the group could hear. "Zyltris, you are not wrong to worry. Banshees are known to corrupt and curse others, however, elves are more at risk as if they let this corruption take over their mind, they too could turn into banshees. My suggestion is to be careful, and if you start to feel strange, let us know, as that could be a hint that we are getting closer to the banshee."

DM

A confused look falls over Sister Garaeles face, then concern, "My dear Sirs, I think you misunderstand my motives. My superiors merely seek the information on Bowgentles spellbook. Perhaps our beliefs are different in this way. Our Lady who Smiles has no interest in death or destruction. We are merely concerned with the realms of good fortune and skill, living or not." She smiles again at the party. "Worry not Sir Zyltris, I believe if your intentions are pure Agatha will leave you unharmed. She is a vain creature, this gift will surely appease her."

Brots:

Serak: Bowing deeply to the priestess, Serak says, "I believe we can assist you with this quest, m'lady. We'll likely be traveling in the direction of Conyberry soon and we can attempt to seek her out easily enough along the way." Serak then wanders back over to Barthen's to finish preparing the cart.