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Steadying her breath, Daffafle begins reciting a familiar abyssal incantation. One hand on her tome, the other performing complex hand movements. An eerily glowing black and white bold rockets from her fingertips.
Attack: 16 Damage: 0
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"Oh it's no problem." Wulcrath says as he shifts in his Armor, his foot tapping as he thinks.
"I'm looking for some gear, I'm sure you've heard it all before .." Wulcrath says smiling a bit lamely as he looks around the store.
"Uh let's see... I'm looking for... A lamp, some lamp oil, a case for crossbow bolts, and some extra bolts to fill said case." "And uh... Perhaps anything else you'd recommend for a wandering type?"
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The elf claps with her many bangles, as the dummy waves its arms at Daffaflein approval as it steadies itself. "Fantastic! Exceptional. Colour us all impressed. Speaking of, are you pressed for time, hmm? If you are not, I would to show you a puzzle, a puzzle that will crumble with a being of such skill... Anyway, let me know." She smoothly makes her to the dummy; making magical repairs with gentle arm movements and frantic finger gestures.
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In the outfitters, you find a halfling woman on a table to fit her size working on a leather piece that was much larger than her. Her shock white hair, tied up. Bartenters with the low, droopy bell ringing.
"Just a minute!" She raises a finger and studs the leather... or her finger! She yelps, curses in her breath and bounces over behind the counter with a finger in her mouth, "Sorry, slipped. Welcome, what can I do for you?"
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"Oh, right." The dwarf hums as he firmly places a lamp and a corked clay-looking bottle. "Easy enough, 6sp and 9cp. The bolts and case you'll have to get from the fletcher. On the road, not very far. And, uh, recommendations? Hmm, depends where you going, dragonborn? Not to any villages and setting them on fire, I hope!" He laughs a little bit too loudly and gestures to Wulcrathto ensure he was joking...
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The older dwarvish lady looks at Khazan with raised eyebrows, playfully checks the coin by biting before letting the fine ale you've really longed for since all this began...
Khazan's Charisma check: 13
It doesn't long, almost at the end of his first drink he's chatting to one guy who. Another drink in, he's met his mate and you're chatting having a grand ol' time. Fourth drink in, one of them speaks up...
"Hey lad, I can't help but wonder... you the one that smashes the Buzzcut Brawler in Thildeholme the other night?!"
Bart looks at the Halfling woman and her injured finger with care. “Oh goodness, are you alright?! That looked like it hurt... I was just looking for some equipment: climbing gear, grappling hooks, silk rope, crowbar, those sorts of things?”
"He-heh... uh, let me get what I owe you." Wulcrath counts up the coin, throwing In an extra Golden Piece to make up the difference, sliding it across the counter to the Dwarf.
"It should be all there." Wulcrath says as he pockets the Oil, and searches for a place to put the lantern before shrugging and putting it in his backpack.
Thanking the Dwarf with a wave, Wulcrath exits the General Store and heads to Fletcher.
("This shopping trip is almost a little Adventure of its own... Phew.") He muses to himself as he looks for the Fletcher, stepping out of the shop.
The Halfling woman shakes her head from side to side, "Meh, not going to the last and definitely weren't the first." She is quick on dabbing ointment on a small bit of padding before bandaging the wound. She smiles at him, "I appreciate the concern. Now... climbing gear, eh?"
The fletcher sees you as she enters. A Half-Elf with slick silver hair, stark against her dark skin. Her eyebrow raises and chiselled jaw flexes before she says, "A dragonborn in town? The kids weren't playing their games. What is it I can help you with?"
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Leading you out back behind a thick curtain. Into a hallways with stone walls and wooden floors, all well-kept, with spiral stairs right at the back. Mesla takes you through another curtain partition on the first left. A small collection of books, several desks are present with similar decor to the hallway. However, in the middle of this room stands a simple wooden door with an ornate metal handle...
"It was quite the find, I must be honest. If anything were to go amiss, I took extra precaution: a pocket dimension. Last time, are you sure you wish to proceed? For if you fail, no one in this world will hear about it, or you, ever again?" Mesla's bangles cling-clang as her fingers coil around the handle.
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The one who asked looks almost offended, "No, brother, no! Lad, did he not give you the introductory letter?"
The bald dwarf who you met initially shakes his head with disdain.
His friend, with a thick silver band at the end of a plaited beard, eases before explaining, "The Buzzcut Brawler was meant to give ye a letter, explaining all the rules. Most are obvious, but one is not to fight members outside arranged matches - I'm a member, lad, give it time."
"More importantly, we were gonna ask if you ye wanted to go hunting. Feel the rush in another way, aye lad?" The bald dwarf downs his flagon before turning to Khazan for an answer.
Bart’s face drops a bit. “Oh... I don’t think I have enough then. How about you take a couple items back... how much for the grappling hook and silk rope?” Bart eyes the climbing gear with the lust of all people who horde things.
Wulcrath walks up to the counter, giving the Half-Elf a little wave as he enters. "They've been talking about me? I guess I'm a rare sight around here then..." He ponders before remembering what we came in to the shop for.
"Oh yeah, I'm looking for some Crossbow Bolts and a Case for them, I was told this was the place to be for that. I suppose I should've figured..."
Daffafle’s eyes widen a bit, “Could you explain a bit more about this puzzle? I admit I wasn’t aware of how dangerous it is...” though her curiosity was urging her to say yes, she wanted more information before risking her life.
"Sure, let me chop it up for you. a climbing kit is 25gp, grappling hook is just 2gp, 50ft. of silk rope is going for 10gp and a crowbar, a little 2gp. Let me know what you want to pick!" The Halfling points as each item as she goes, smiling and happily patient.
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"Very much so. Not many travel this far east at all. But that's there, crossbow bolts and case? Easy enough, 2gp." Turning, she is quick to retrieve a case already stocked.
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Mesla bows her head, understanding the concern, "Precaution only, I assure. This... doesn't seem to be anything potent. I have checked for magic, and I only sense enough coursing through to retain the lock. But these things can be masked, but I highly doubt it. How about I come inside, also? I simply cannot watch a puzzle rest unsolved..."
“I’ll take the rope and the grappling hook. A pleasure doing business with you, miss.” Bart gives her a nod and lays out 12 gold pieces in neat little stacks.
Bart starts tying the grappling hook to the silk rope, and packs it away in his pack near the top. As he does so: “You might know this: what’s with this duchess? I’ve never heard of her, but there appears to be reason to remedy it? Who is she?”
The Halfling hops onto a nearby barrel and shurgs, "She did a roaring performance up in Peny; absolutely everyone loved her performance. Despite a planned regular tour, she aimed right down here to the south first for her next venue. I mean, sure, the Slate Hall is great and all but they usually go west first."
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"Ye can see why he stays at entry level, he's a gobby shit." The bald dwarf agrees, but sticks his hand out to Khazan, "I'm Dorbin, he's Ruz."
The dwarf with the plaited beard, now known as Ruz, pipes in, "Yeah, a little hunting, a nice trophy... Leopard, or something. You in?"
Steadying her breath, Daffafle begins reciting a familiar abyssal incantation. One hand on her tome, the other performing complex hand movements. An eerily glowing black and white bold rockets from her fingertips.
Attack: 16 Damage: 0
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“Thanks, I knew you’d come around. Good luck, congratulations on your marriage!” Bart waves to the healer and heads out the door to the outfitters.
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"Oh it's no problem." Wulcrath says as he shifts in his Armor, his foot tapping as he thinks.
"I'm looking for some gear, I'm sure you've heard it all before .." Wulcrath says smiling a bit lamely as he looks around the store.
"Uh let's see... I'm looking for... A lamp, some lamp oil, a case for crossbow bolts, and some extra bolts to fill said case." "And uh... Perhaps anything else you'd recommend for a wandering type?"
"Give me yer strongest drink, ah need tae clean me mind off somethin' "
Khazan then puts one gold coin in front of him
"As many as this coin can get me"
The elf claps with her many bangles, as the dummy waves its arms at Daffafle in approval as it steadies itself. "Fantastic! Exceptional. Colour us all impressed. Speaking of, are you pressed for time, hmm? If you are not, I would to show you a puzzle, a puzzle that will crumble with a being of such skill... Anyway, let me know." She smoothly makes her to the dummy; making magical repairs with gentle arm movements and frantic finger gestures.
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In the outfitters, you find a halfling woman on a table to fit her size working on a leather piece that was much larger than her. Her shock white hair, tied up. Bart enters with the low, droopy bell ringing.
"Just a minute!" She raises a finger and studs the leather... or her finger! She yelps, curses in her breath and bounces over behind the counter with a finger in her mouth, "Sorry, slipped. Welcome, what can I do for you?"
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"Oh, right." The dwarf hums as he firmly places a lamp and a corked clay-looking bottle. "Easy enough, 6sp and 9cp. The bolts and case you'll have to get from the fletcher. On the road, not very far. And, uh, recommendations? Hmm, depends where you going, dragonborn? Not to any villages and setting them on fire, I hope!" He laughs a little bit too loudly and gestures to Wulcrath to ensure he was joking...
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The older dwarvish lady looks at Khazan with raised eyebrows, playfully checks the coin by biting before letting the fine ale you've really longed for since all this began...
Khazan's Charisma check: 13
It doesn't long, almost at the end of his first drink he's chatting to one guy who. Another drink in, he's met his mate and you're chatting having a grand ol' time. Fourth drink in, one of them speaks up...
"Hey lad, I can't help but wonder... you the one that smashes the Buzzcut Brawler in Thildeholme the other night?!"
Bart looks at the Halfling woman and her injured finger with care. “Oh goodness, are you alright?! That looked like it hurt... I was just looking for some equipment: climbing gear, grappling hooks, silk rope, crowbar, those sorts of things?”
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"He-heh... uh, let me get what I owe you." Wulcrath counts up the coin, throwing In an extra Golden Piece to make up the difference, sliding it across the counter to the Dwarf.
"It should be all there." Wulcrath says as he pockets the Oil, and searches for a place to put the lantern before shrugging and putting it in his backpack.
Thanking the Dwarf with a wave, Wulcrath exits the General Store and heads to Fletcher.
("This shopping trip is almost a little Adventure of its own... Phew.") He muses to himself as he looks for the Fletcher, stepping out of the shop.
“I’d certainly be up for a puzzle,” Daffafle nods, Lucky fluttering slightly in her shoulder.
"Why do ye wanna know? Yer a friend o' his?"
Khazan finishes his drink, puts down the mug and turns around to look in the eyes the guy.
"Do ye wan' a go with me too?" the dwarf asks loudly crackling his knucles.
The Halfling woman shakes her head from side to side, "Meh, not going to the last and definitely weren't the first." She is quick on dabbing ointment on a small bit of padding before bandaging the wound. She smiles at him, "I appreciate the concern. Now... climbing gear, eh?"
She retrieves a climbing kit, grappling hook, 50ft. of silk rope and a crowbar. All on the counter before Bart.
"Now, all together, that comes to 39gp."
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The fletcher sees you as she enters. A Half-Elf with slick silver hair, stark against her dark skin. Her eyebrow raises and chiselled jaw flexes before she says, "A dragonborn in town? The kids weren't playing their games. What is it I can help you with?"
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Leading you out back behind a thick curtain. Into a hallways with stone walls and wooden floors, all well-kept, with spiral stairs right at the back. Mesla takes you through another curtain partition on the first left. A small collection of books, several desks are present with similar decor to the hallway. However, in the middle of this room stands a simple wooden door with an ornate metal handle...
"It was quite the find, I must be honest. If anything were to go amiss, I took extra precaution: a pocket dimension. Last time, are you sure you wish to proceed? For if you fail, no one in this world will hear about it, or you, ever again?" Mesla's bangles cling-clang as her fingers coil around the handle.
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The one who asked looks almost offended, "No, brother, no! Lad, did he not give you the introductory letter?"
The bald dwarf who you met initially shakes his head with disdain.
His friend, with a thick silver band at the end of a plaited beard, eases before explaining, "The Buzzcut Brawler was meant to give ye a letter, explaining all the rules. Most are obvious, but one is not to fight members outside arranged matches - I'm a member, lad, give it time."
"More importantly, we were gonna ask if you ye wanted to go hunting. Feel the rush in another way, aye lad?" The bald dwarf downs his flagon before turning to Khazan for an answer.
Bart’s face drops a bit. “Oh... I don’t think I have enough then. How about you take a couple items back... how much for the grappling hook and silk rope?” Bart eyes the climbing gear with the lust of all people who horde things.
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Wulcrath walks up to the counter, giving the Half-Elf a little wave as he enters. "They've been talking about me? I guess I'm a rare sight around here then..." He ponders before remembering what we came in to the shop for.
"Oh yeah, I'm looking for some Crossbow Bolts and a Case for them, I was told this was the place to be for that. I suppose I should've figured..."
Daffafle’s eyes widen a bit, “Could you explain a bit more about this puzzle? I admit I wasn’t aware of how dangerous it is...” though her curiosity was urging her to say yes, she wanted more information before risking her life.
"Sure, let me chop it up for you. a climbing kit is 25gp, grappling hook is just 2gp, 50ft. of silk rope is going for 10gp and a crowbar, a little 2gp. Let me know what you want to pick!" The Halfling points as each item as she goes, smiling and happily patient.
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"Very much so. Not many travel this far east at all. But that's there, crossbow bolts and case? Easy enough, 2gp." Turning, she is quick to retrieve a case already stocked.
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Mesla bows her head, understanding the concern, "Precaution only, I assure. This... doesn't seem to be anything potent. I have checked for magic, and I only sense enough coursing through to retain the lock. But these things can be masked, but I highly doubt it. How about I come inside, also? I simply cannot watch a puzzle rest unsolved..."
“I’ll take the rope and the grappling hook. A pleasure doing business with you, miss.” Bart gives her a nod and lays out 12 gold pieces in neat little stacks.
Bart starts tying the grappling hook to the silk rope, and packs it away in his pack near the top. As he does so: “You might know this: what’s with this duchess? I’ve never heard of her, but there appears to be reason to remedy it? Who is she?”
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"A letter? All he did was pissin' me off while I was tryina tae "ave a drink! Anyway, hunting ye say. What exactly?"
The Halfling hops onto a nearby barrel and shurgs, "She did a roaring performance up in Peny; absolutely everyone loved her performance. Despite a planned regular tour, she aimed right down here to the south first for her next venue. I mean, sure, the Slate Hall is great and all but they usually go west first."
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"Ye can see why he stays at entry level, he's a gobby shit." The bald dwarf agrees, but sticks his hand out to Khazan, "I'm Dorbin, he's Ruz."
The dwarf with the plaited beard, now known as Ruz, pipes in, "Yeah, a little hunting, a nice trophy... Leopard, or something. You in?"
“Well, if that’s the case I better see her show while I can! Thanks, have a good day,” Bart waves on his way out.
He then finds his way to the Slate Hall.
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With Mesla’s reasoning, Daffafle nods slowly. “If you are coming as well...Very well. Let’s see this puzzle.”
Wulcrath stows the case on his pack and gives the Half-Elf her due coin.
"Thank you very much. I'll be on my way now." Wulcrath steps out of the Fletchers, now wondering where he should go next.
After ruminating on it for a bit, he opts to return to the Cart to wait for the others.