[OOC: FYI, the table is under a canvas awning but is effectively outside, not in a room.]

Guilliame closes his eyes and opens them with his Mage Sight active and notices immediately that Cyrus doesn't seem to notice the obvious somatic component of the spell; the man himself also has no obvious magical aura; nor does Handleader Wallus, who is is pouring the second lot of boiling water into the char urn.

Looking around, the only obvious concentration of magick that Guilliame can see is that associated with the eternal flame mounted on the top of the pole at the top of the stairs.

Cyrus reacts in surprise, "So you are a magus?" he asks before his eyes focus on Guilliame's school medallion. "Is that a real journeyman's medallion. Can you make it glow? I have never seen one up close."

[OOC: See here for updated information about Guilliame's journeyman's medallion.]

Make the medallion glow.

Noticing that he also now has Handleader Wallus' attention as well, Guilliame puts his cup down and pulls his medallion away from his chest with the thumb of one finger touching the special plaque on it back. 

He then channels a small amount of his magick into the medallion to make it glow faintly with the green light that seems to be his natural colour.

[OOC: Effectively this is cantrip level stuff, so Guilliame can do this whenever he likes, unless he is completely drained or not wearing his iron armband.]

"May I look at it more closely?" asks Cyrus, extending a hand.

OOC Not sure how this is worn. Is it a necklace? Is that customary?

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OOC Not sure how this is worn. Is it a necklace? Is that customary?

[OOC: I believe a medallion is normal worn on a chain around a person's neck, as opposed to a medal, which is normally pinned to a person's clothing. However, the important thing is the actual circular disk of metal and the fact that Guilliame can make it glow, not the fact it is worn on a chain. Therefore, I will leave it up to you as to how Guilliame carries it and whether he passes it over to Cyrus to look at... As far as Guilliame is aware, there is no harm in doing so, unless Cyrus was to suddenly do a runner.]

OOC Wear it on a chain. 

Show Cyrus the medallion.

[OOC: Hello Andrew, I have had a rethink regarding the benefits of having good food and rest. Instead of benefits, I have realised that disadvantages should apply for those characters who do not have adequate access to food and rest. This, I believe, is fairer to all levels of characters and also doesn't arbitrarily boost the hit points of NPCs, for which the same rule applies. To see the new rule, see here. Also, I have removed the temp hit points that Guilliame was given because of the previous rule.]

Guilliame pulls his medallion off over his head and passes the now not-glowing proof of his title as journeyman across to Cyrus.

Cyrus handles the medallion with some reverence as he investigates it.

He then hands it back while saying, "My father, Horus Dawalla—you might have heard of him—foiled an assassination attempt against the king's father by a journeyman magus. It is nice to know that there are some of you who have the best interest of the city at heart."

[OOC: Make a History check versus a DC of 15.]

20

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20

[OOC: Guilliame has indeed heard of Horus Dawalla. You can see his World Anvil page here, where there is also other information that Guilliame knows about this subject based on the good roll.]

"Would you like me to tell the story?" asks Cyrus.

"No time for that," interrupts Handleader Wallus, handing Cyrus his cup of char. "Here comes some of the others, so I will be taking Master de Guilliame for a little walk around so he can learn a little bit about the area."

Looking a little crestfallen, Cyrus sits back and takes a drink from his mug.

Guilliame just has enough time to take a sip from his own mug before Alice and her companion mount the steps.

"Nothing really came from our enquiries, Handleader," she reports. Then she adds with a shrug, "Might be poachers, but there is no conclusive evidence of that."

"Not to worry," says Wallus. "I am sure they will let us know if anything else happens. At least we responded, they cannot ask for a lot more than that without something concrete for us to go on."

Then she turns to Guilliame and says, "How about it? Are you ready to take a little tour?"

"Let's go but I'd like to hear that story some other time, Cyrus."

Cyrus brightens up and says, "I could tell you on our walk back tonight, if you like."

"It has been quiet so far tonight," Handleader Wallus says to other to handsmen. "Hopefully it will stay that way... Anyway, I am going to take Magus de Guilliame in the direction of the stockyards. I will send the others back here when I see them. When they arrive, I would like you two to take a patrol of the warehouse district."

"Shall do, Handleader," replies Handsman Alice before heading towards the prepared pot of char.

Handleader Wallus picks up the lantern Alice had been carrying and then leads the way down the steps of the station and then turns north on the street.

Setting a quick page, the two of them are soon out of earshot.

"Cyrus has told that story to so many people," she says to Guilliame casually as they continue to walk, "I was trying to give you a way out."

Then, after a few moments, she asks, "Do you know much about the stockyards?"

"Not much. It's out of the way from most of the places I go."

"In a way, it is its only little place," says Handleader Wallus. "The people who visit there are mainly farmers and their hands—Stemians mostly—and they can be a little close-mouthed around both authority figures and the Sorendenese in general."

[Guilliame would be aware of this from his past experience with his father and his brief time as an adventurer, but Handleader Wallus doesn't know this.

FYI: I found an old record which gave me a few basic details of Guilliame's appearance which I have used to update his World Anvil page and D&D Beyond character sheets appropriately. See here, and let me know if you think anything should be changed.]

After a moment, she continues, saying, "Your skin tone will not win you any friends and I would stick to Stemian, if you want to be understood... Better still, at least for tonight, it might be best if you let me do the talking. Any questions?"

"No. I'll keep quiet. I steer clear of doing any showy magick here as well."

The two walk on, first heading north and then turning to the east as the road heads towards the bridge that crosses the most northern tributary of the river. With the turning of the road, the buildings that line it—mostly storehouses and those belonging to an assortment of light industries—begin to peter out, being gradually replaced with fenced-off pastures containing herds of cattle, sheep, and other livestock.

As they have come north, the faint smell of smoke from the Dump across the river has grown stronger and this far north Guilliame can now see the dim glow of the fire there. The burning of the Dump has become a regular thing now; done to keep the mounting piles of the city's hard rubbish down. Fortunately, the burning is only done when the prevailing wind will blow most of the smoke inland and not towards the city itself.

The two walk on, soon coming into sight of the collection of buildings around the stockyards, which are full of animals ready for tomorrow's sales. Although Guilliame has likely passed this way along the northern road many times before, this is probably the first time he has come this way at night and at this time it seems that all sign of human habitation is centred around a single large building.

"The Shepherd Rest," says Handleader Wallus, pointing at the building from which the sound of rowdy music and raised voices is coming. "Probably the worst name ever because not a lot of sleeping goes on there. The owner's name is Brock and we like to keep on his good side because, without the Rest, the drovers and younger farmhands would likely come further into town and stir up trouble..."

"And that is the reason we are showing the crown's interest here tonight," she adds after a moment. "Handleader Zahn told me earlier that Brock reported that something, or someone, is stirring up trouble between the regulars and the visitors. So, keep your eyes and ears open and let me know if you see anything that might be the cause of it."

As the two get closer, the doors of the large building suddenly open and two men are pushed out into the street. 

A man with a metal hook instead of a left hand follows them out. "You two can sort out your differences out here," he shouts. "And the both of you are barred for a tenday." The man then turns and stalks back into the building.

"That was Brock," says Handleader Wallus. "Now, let us see what we can do with these two."

The two men seem to be very drunk and, despite just having been thrown out into the street, are still staring belligerently at each other.

[OOC: The two men are still about 50–60 feet away and seem unaware of the presence of Handleader Wallus and Guilliame. Please make an Initiative roll for Guilliame.]

5

[OOC: Initiative Order

Handleader: 15
Fighter A: 13
Fighter B: 11
Guilliame: 5

Round #1]

Handleader Wallus pulls a short wooden club out of her belt and then turns to Guilliame and says, "No lethal weapons, Master de Guilliame. Perhaps you could use that spell you mentioned before; the one that puts people to sleep." She then starts striding towards to two combatants hefting the club with obvious intent.

Meanwhile, one of the two brawny brawlers takes a swing at the other.

[OOC: Roll-to-hit: 15 ; If a hit, damage = 2]

The swing is wild and the other man dodges it easily.

[OOC: Roll-to-hit: 12 ; If a hit, damage = 2]

The other man replies with an equally wild swing.

[OOC: The situation is now that both brawlers are within melee range of each other and between 50'–60' away and Handleader Wallus is about halfway between Guilliame and the two fighters and about 30' away. It is now Guilliame's turn. He can Move (30'); do an Action, and a Bonus Action, if he has one that is appropriate.]

Do a sleep spell without moving centered just behind fighters.

[OOC: It took ages for your move to reach me. There must be some sort of delay in their forum notification system.

Initiative Order

Handleader: 15
Fighter A: 13
Fighter B: 11
Guilliame: 5

Round #1]

As Handleader Wallus walks towards the two drunken combatants, Guilliame reaches into the component pouch at his waist and brings out the small box of writing sand he placed there. Prising open the lid, he pinches up a small amount of the fine sand and flicks it in the direction of his targets while he concentrates his magick on the space just beyond them.

[OOC: Mystery Roll to see if something unexpected happens: 15

Nothing mysterious happens, and the roll was not anything to do with Guilliame. There may be a clue about this as a result of your next roll.

Please roll 5d8 for the spell's effect.]