Investigation: 20

Wolfie is on the workbench in the front underneath a pile of sawdust. All of Wolfie’s legs are intact. When Wolfie is brought within ten feet of Sasha, the golem awakens. Sasha is a large golem, his head grazes the ceiling of the toy shop when he stand to his full height. Chava delightedly booms, “Sasha! You’re awake! Let’s go watch the magicians!"

Chava looks to Jill, "Can I please have Wolfie back, now? Thank you for helping me!"

Jill hands Wolfie back to Chava. She's thoroughly weirded out by all of this, but is happy that she managed to help the child.

Allynna observes silently. This is just strange.

Says the violist who spends her nights in a mask.

True...but still.

“Where are these magicians you speak of, Chava?”

Outside. It's Summer Festival.

Well, guys, the good news is we've concluded our little mini-episode adventure from Waterdeep to Baldur's Gate. This was the last stop.

When Jill walked out into the Summer Festival and spent a few moments enjoying the calm, she noticed that her hair had been growing back over the last few months and was now at the length that it was at before she had cut it off previously.

 Jill unsheathed her sword and handed it to Amelia. "Could you cut my hair for me, Madame Hiriart? It has grown longer than I usually keep it and I have no means of tying it up. I would cut it myself, but you would likely do better, since you would be able to see what you're doing."

Allynna smiled as she moves into the Summer Festival, again enjoying the sense of having no eyes on her back. She bought a chocolate pastry thing as a snack and watched the goings on of the festival from a bench, relaxed and happy.

Isn't this nice?

Yes. Although I wish you could share it with me. In person, I mean.

Unfortunately, your companions would likely question the sudden presence of a young man. And my other form...that would really be hard to explain.

I suppose so. Still...perhaps a workaround?

Oh 'Lynna, feeling bold, are we? He chuckled briefly. Check your mirror, dear.

Allynna pulled out a small compact mirror, flipping it open. The visage of a handsome elven man appeared for a moment, tossing her a wink before it faded. Allynna's smile widened some more, and she leaned back, leaving the mirror open on her lap...just in case...

It had been a while since Amelia attended a festival of any sort, and Corrin’s first time. If they allowed them to stay a while, the older woman would be watching her daughter play and have fun with any other children around. When approached to cut Jill’s hair with a sword, Amelia looked at her as if she were crazy.

”Listen Mulan, I get the hair thing, but not with a sword.” Amelia pushes the sword back to Jill before digging in her bag. “I have scissors in here some where... Here.” She pulls out a pair of scissors and gesture Jill to sit down in a chair. Once the blood hunter does so, the fighter gets to work (while keeping an eye on Corrin as well). 

"Who's Mulan?" Jill says as she sits down and allows Amelia to get down to business to defeat the Huns.

Meep watches the others, looking around at the happy groups of people enjoying the festival. She held a slight smile, but couldnt help but look a little sad. 

The frog looks lonely. And this is a chance to get to know her better, you should invite her to sit and talk.

I thought we were having time.

I'd much rather do that when it's just the two of us.

Can't say no to that. Allynna smiles at the melancholy looking frog. "Would you like to sit with me? I....don't think I actually even know your name, I'm sorry." She breaks off a piece of her pastry. "Will you take this as a symbol of apology for my mistake?"

Meep seems to be pulled out of her thoughts and looks to Allynna. "Ah... Oh... Yes thank you." She moves to sit beside her, adjusting her gloves to make sure they fully cover her hands, and takes the pastries with a smile. "My name is Meephylia Polliwog. But you can call me Meep. For simplicity. I suppose we are both newer to this group."

"So you didn't begin the journey with them either?" Allynna inquires with a smile. "I really don't know much about this group...quite honestly, I don't even know the names of anyone but Jill, Misha, and now you."

Meep nods and looks around to the group. "Oh... Well I suppose I could help with that? You know Jill and Misha. Those two are the Hiriart's. Mom Amelia and daughter Corrin. The goblin I believe they call him Nok Nok. And she is called Persephone. I may not have been here that long, but I always make an attempt to learn names. A way of habit I suppose."  Meep nibbles on the pastry and watches the children of the town run around happily with their parents. 

Allynna smiles. "Thank you, Meep. How'd you end up joining this group?"

Meep thinks for a moment before she looks to Allynna. "Ah... You're welcome. Well... I suppose I kind of ran into them? After I left where I was previously. And they welcomed me into their group. They're quite nice. I don't think I've seen that many adventuring groups that are nice enough to welcome in new people this willingly. Especially with... My kind of appearance?" 

Allynna nods. "They seem very welcoming and trusting," she agrees. "Especially Misha, I think, she seems quite talkative and cheerful."

Meep nods and smiles. "She is. That's one of the reasons I knew which was the real her when we had to deal with the doppelganger. The real Misha was polite enough to talk to me. As a result she learned that my skin itself is poisoness. I knew the real Misha would not willingly touch something she knew was poisoness. While the doppelganger would, because it did not know any better." Meep smiles and finishes her portion of the pastry happily. 

Allynna smiles. "Very clever. Your skin is poisonous, huh?" She raises an eyebrow. "That's certainly something interesting, and quite useful too, I'm sure, on occasion. Such as when it helped you find the real Misha. Did the doppelganger replicate her accent, too? I'm really not sure where it's from, I don't think I've ever heard anything like it."