"Our?" asks Linene cautiously, trying not to be rude.

“Oh.” Fae would tilt her head in reaction, “Us Phandalins...” She’d offer Linene humble smile, “I grew up here.” The scholar would answer honestly as her eyes would move to glance around the village. “I did leave on my own journey long ago.” A glint of reminiscing passes her eyes before refocusing back on Linene. “I’ve heard whispers of the mines growing up. Now my studies and old curiosities have brought me back.”

"Oh, I didn't know.  That's excellent.  Ah, what I mean is, you and your friends have helped so much already.  Will you stay?  I don't think our troubles are over and, well, you've already been such a big help."

As you continue to talk to Linene, you see Sister Garaele exit the Inn.

Seeing Garaele, Fae couldn’t help but smile more at the timing. She’d look back to Linene to answer her. “I’d like to.” The wizard was genuine in her answer, really appreciating Linene’s ask to stay. There was something welcoming about it. And Fae really did desire prosperity for Phandalin and its generous people. “I agree with you, I don’t believe all our troubles are over. And I know there’s lots I still wish to learn here.” The scholar would nod to the merchant. “Speaking of which...” Not wanting to miss the chance once again, Fae will go up on her tip toes to wave Garaele down. “I’ve been meaning to ask her something.” She’d offer Linene a polite smile hoping she wasn’t being rude inviting Sister Garaele over.

Ethan writes down the details floating in the air above the device.

Once he's happy that he has the detail and that the device is working as intended, Ethan pick the device back up and holds it again.

This time Ethan tests the trickle charge mode on the device, taking 10 minutes holding the device, letting the magic build up.

Once the magic is at full, Ethan activates the device again, this time scanning the second wand.

After another minute of scanning, a new illusion appears with the details.

Ethan repeats this 2 more times, scanning all 4 of the wands and carefully recording the details.

"Of course" replies Linene, happy to invite her friend Sister Garaele over to join them.

Ethan identifies the second item as a powerful Wand of the War Mage (+2).   (more to come on the 4 items over time...)

Fae would nod to Linene. When Sister Garaele would approach, the wizard would bow her head in respectful greeting. “Sister Garaele, I hope you had a good evening.” She’d offer a polite smile. “Sorry to disturb you on your way home.” She’d pause for a moment, feeling a bit shy in this ask. “After the last few encounters, I found myself desiring to find a way of supporting my friends in the most desperate of situations.” With her anxiety, Fae often found herself mulling over the worst case scenarios, and should they ever found themselves without Elra’s diligent care, she wouldn’t know what to do. The scholar would take a deep breath and reach for her healers kit she held in her hands earlier today. “I’d like to... Would you... perhaps could you... teach me? The basics at least... On how to mend wounds? Critical first aid?” She’d glance down a little shy but would look back to her with resolve. Fae knew it wasn’t something she’d learn over night, or even be able to cram for in a week, but she fully intended to be able to at least make full use of a critical supply kit such as this.

Maxie once agains wows the crowd, while specifically avoiding the clergy of Tymora. Retiring for the evening, he rises, eats and heads to the Exchange for his meeting.

Sister Garaele smiles and says "does this mean you'll be sticking around for a while?"  She looks at Linene with a smile as well, making Fae think they were both hoping the wizard might linger in Phandalin at least for a bit.  "Sure, I can teach you about non-magical healing, if you'd like.  I still owe you that tea, anyhow.  When would you like to start?"

Ethan finds his identification magic strained on the intricate rod made of many shattered pieces, the complexities of the various parts and added sigils stretches the limitations of his spell.  Combined with his own knowledge, however, it is not long before the artificer has the answer.  It seems various parts of at least two former magic items have been combined to form a variation of a Rod of the Pact Keeper +2.  The sigils seem to hold the rod's magic together enabling the rods base powers, and Ethan starts to guess that the pre-existing runes may be in Infernal and the others in Abyssal.  The former allows the attuned user to cast Vampiric Touch and the latter Summon Greater Demon, each once per day.   (Vampiric Touch can be cast up to a 5th level spell, limited by the caster level of the attuned owner.)

As the scanning device finishes its scan, the illusion that appears above it keeps glitching between two different read-outs.

Ethan taps the device, trying to get it to settle, but realises the problem is with the dual nature of the item.

Taking his time to try and gather the information from the alternating readouts and studying the work done to "repair" the item, Ethan pieces together the information.

"Fascinating..."

Ethan records extra notes alongside the details of the item, giving special attention to the sigils used to bind the two items into one.

Ethan continues on with his scanning.

Ethan finds that the full nature of the last wand is beyond even his Identify spell to discern.  He concludes this is because the numerous cracks in the wand make the magic highly unstable, thus the inability for his spell to tell exactly what it will do as it is impossible to predict.  What he does see, however, is that it will reliably act as a Wand of Magic Missiles in its current state.  It actually appears to have been repaired in such a way as to allow this, with a minor bit of abjuration to hold it together until it can somehow be repaired further.  In looking through the various notes in the box, Ethan finds that the owner of the box was the one to make these initial repairs.  The artificer is certain there is much more magic held within this wand, however, but is uncertain what any repair efforts would even be working towards beyond harnessing the item's power in general.  Experimentation with the wand would surely aid the endeavor as he may be able to stabilize any desirable effects it produces, but could also be quite dangerous.

• In its current state the wand is a Wand of Magic Missiles
• Whenever the wand is used an additional magical effect will occur.  (Hint for a bit of clarity: think Sorcerer's Wild Magic Surge table, Wand of Wonder, or even Deck of Many Things, etc.)
• Once per day a DC25 crafting check can be made to attempt to stabilize some (but not all) of the observed effects of the wand
• Rolling a 1 on the crafting check may undo previous efforts to improve the wand
• Disclaimer: Unlike Deck of Many Things, there are no insta-death, world ending, campaign ending effects.  There are no sudden or extreme losses or boosts in character level, nor will all of your magic items suddenly disintegrate.  That being said, this does not mean bad things can't happen, presenting the user or party with new problems to solve.  The intent here is unpredictability and fun, but not to ruin the game for anyone.
  
  P.S.  I'll consider allowing Advantage on some (but not all) of Ethan's crafting checks on such matters given the role play with Fae, who could provide the Help action if dedicating time and role play to it.  Similar Advantages could be gained if you meet another particularly skilled crafter or find other such boons.

Fae’s cheeks would go slightly pink as she’d beam with a smile. “I’d like too.” The wizard would nod. “Yes! I’d love both of those very much.” Her eyes would pass over to the house on the hill and scan the surrounding area before looking back to Garaele. “I’m currently on watch for the moment. But if it’s not too late after... perhaps. Or maybe, if I wake up early enough tomorrow morning?” She’d ponder out loud a bit.

Sister Garaele laughs a little and says "either one sounds good, Fae, although perhaps tea would be nice over breakfast, and a bit of daylight would help with your medical training."

Fae would nod to Sister Garaele. “That sounds delightful!” She’d look to Linene as well. “And we shall make time sometime tomorrow as well, yes?” The scholar would confirm before letting both women carry on with their evening, but not without another smile and a wave goodbye. 

Ethan speaks to himself while he records the detail he is able to collect about the last item.

"This is a very lucky find, I should be able to learn so much from these items and notes."

Ethan places each item away in his gauntlet and then takes the time to sort through the notes, using a few bulldog clips to gather them into a kind of makeshift "book".

Once this is done Ethan stores the notes and the box in his gauntlet as well, resisting the urge to just leave all his other projects and bury himself in research for a week.

Ethan goes to work to finish the projects he finally has the magical strength to activate, tinkering away into the night, before falling asleep surrounded by his devices, tools and materials.

Zeke listens and nods as Daran speaks 'It's good to know that others stand firm as well.  Is there a way to contact the members of this order?'

Daran smiles when Zeke asks the question, looking genuinely quite pleased.  "Oh I might be able to rattle a few names free from this old head of mine, if you'd like.  Tell you what, before you leave Phandalin again some day for good, come see me.  Depending on whether you're going back to Neverwinter, south to Waterdeep or wherever, I can tell you who to seek out."

Eventually the town of Phandalin is quiet once again, no redbrands prowling its streets for the first time in many months.  All are asleep except for those members of the party on their watch rotation.  You notice no trouble during the night.  Even a few checks on the townmaster's hall reveal no more than sleeping men in the cells, the young men sleeping soundly in the infirmary, and the snoring of the portly town master in his room above.  Rain brings the only assault on the tiny town hours before sun up.  Soon the morning comes, long, distinct rays of sun poking through the clouds to highlight random locations in the fields, the grassy stream bed, and a few rooftops.  As the morning rain subsides the sound of large drops of water descending from rooftops and touching down in the puddles below become the new chorus for all to wake to.  Anyone venturing out in the early morning finds the center of town riddled with puddles and all barrels, gutters, troughs and the like full to the brim.

The Stonehills are up bright and early preparing breakfast for their guests, and smoke can be seen from Sister Garaele's chimney as she produces tea and biscuits for herself and any visitors.  Within only twenty minutes or so of sunrise Daran can be found purchasing breakfast from the Stonehills, and he is soon joined by Sildar who had been upstairs checking on Gundren once again.

Once the two women went on their way, Fae stood alone in the town square. She’d of course complete her final rounds and checks with the assistance of Edgar. The night was peaceful and without incident. As her watch was coming to an end, the wizard would stare up at the night sky. Her eyes would trace the constellations, dancing between them, the moon and watching Edgar soar, freely, wings spread. She’d catch her arms starting to lift from her sides as she’d daydream.

Fae’s head would be pulled from the clouds upon her relief for watch. She’d take her time to get back to her room, not really rushing to get inside. But once she was in the comfort of the inn, the wizard would return to her room. She’d spend the rest of the evening unwinding. After spending so much time in the goblin castle, she was guilty of desiring a good wash. After spending some time freshening up, the scholar would sit down to comb the tangles out of her hair. As she did, she’d review her equipment and study some notes, eventually working her hair into a braid on the side instead of her usual frazzled bun. Feeling calm and relaxed, yet excited for the adventures tomorrow could bring, with the new friends she’s made, Fae would move, settling into bed with one last read to lull her to sleep.

Waking up surprisingly early and refreshed, Fae would methodically comb through her room to collect her belongings for the day. It was more likely the early morning smells of breakfast and baking that gently brought her to her senses. And her stomach reminder her the longer she took to leave her room. The scholar would make her way from her room quietly in case there were others still sleeping. She’d take a quick look around to see if anyone was around. None of her party members seemed to be awake, but Daran and Sildar seem to be already enjoying an early breakfast.

Fae would approach the counter and if it wasn’t too late, she’d offer to pay for both Daran and Sildar’s meals. A thought would cross her mind. And with a smile, she would also place a pouch of coin on the counter to pay for her friends meals when they way this morning. Making sure to add a little extra in case any one found themselves extra famished. She felt it was her turn to return the favour, or even pay things forward so to speak.

Unable to bring herself to slip out the door without a good morning, Fae would approach them both. “Good morning.” She’d give them both a polite smile and nod of her head to the men. “How are you both?” The wizard was genuine. Should the gentlemen find themselves to be rather talkative this morning, she’d take a seat if welcome. She would turn down breakfast or anything to drink, saving her hunger for Sister Garaele’s. Fae would look to Sildar, wondering how Grundren was doing, but wouldn’t pry. 

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Tarja would wake refreshed, with new spell inspiration ringing in her head. She'd been summoning plants so much - via Entangle and Spike Growth - but hadn't figured out how to talk to them yet! But surely they have a mind of their own too, like animals do. It would be a bit harder, but she had ideas for how to Speak With Plants now.

She would rise and check on Horton before joining Fae, Sildar, and Daran for breakfast.

Unlike the tactful Fae, she would ask how Gundren was doing pretty quickly.

Good morning Fae! And Sildar, and Daran!  Hope everyone had a restful nights sleep. The air was better tonight than it has been recently, perhaps it's a good sign. How'd Gundren sleep, was he able to rest?