Dahvik enters behind Mara, quietly looking around for a simple buckler. He's been considering requisitioning a wooden one from the supply carts outside, but isn't sure he wants to risk it. Better to find a metal one here at the smithy, if possible.
Looking more carefully at the merchandise, Dahvik finds a set of shields and armours. A buckler is on display, as if looking for its next bearer.
Mara peeks in the adjoining room and sees a dwarf, hammering at a red-hot sword on an anvil, next to a roaring forge. As she calls out for Derval, the dwarf looks toward her "Yes! I ll be right with you!" He sets the hammer down, places the unfinished sword back in the forge and turn towards Mara. He looks as stout as any dwarf, his grey beard and hair tightened in numerous, thick braids so that they would not be in the way of his hammer. Pearls of sweat cover his face and arms, clearly from the hard work next to the hot forge.
"Good day to you, young lady. I am Derval" As he walks towards the front of his shop he notices the rest of the company "And good day to you as well. What can I do for you?"
Lorian steps forward with Noc perched on his shoulder as usual. “Good sir, my name is Lorian and these are my companions.” He briefly pauses for anyone wanting to introduce themselves. “Captain Spearslayer has tasked us with investigating the unusual menace in Gillian’s Hill. However, we are ill-equipped to combat what she believes to be behind the attacks, so she recommended you to us. In fact, she also recommended us to you. We have a letter with her seal.” Noc caws.“Right, sorry. This is Noc.”
Mara smiles at the dwarf and nods to the various wares on display. “Fine work. Recent events must be keeping you busy,” she says. “Myself and these folk are after the werewolves that struck poor Arnold’s family down, at the behest of the Captain of course. Some of us have experience with these beasts and know an exceptional artisan like yourself could easily silver our weapons for us.” Mara pulls out the writ from the captain and hands it to the dwarf. “I’m willing to place all I can as collateral for this service - I don’t expect a handout - and swear on the Earth Mother to make good on any payment. Merovyna is a trusted and honest member of the community that would vouch for me.” Unhooking her trident, Mara twirls it while keeping eye contact with Derval. “How much to silver this?”
Derval looks at Mara and Lorian quizzically while taking the parchment that Sherleen gave her: "Werewolves, you say? I didn't know that was the working theory now. That sounds worrisome..."
He reads the words written on the parchment and looks back at the whole company: "Well...if what you say it's true, we can work some kind of arrangements of course."
He hands back the parchment and then takes Mara's trident for a closer inspection. He turns it in his hands, checks the sharpness of the tips and the balance in the handle. It feels more like professional interest than a way of answering Mara's request. After a minute he seems to snap back to reality: "Forgive me...This kind of weapon is not very common around here. I can silver this, yeah...the required components and silver will cost you 50 gold pieces. Understand that I cannot give you a discount on this, but for my work I will only ask for 35 gold pieces on top of that. I can assure you it's much less than I would usually ask for this type of work. And usually I am asked for this kind of work by rich folk that just want to hang their pretty weapons on top of their mantelpiece, but I will make this suit for combat. With my sons' help, this will take me 5 days."
He then looks back at his forge with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"I just remembered....I had a commission decades ago for a silver longsword. Some adventurer headed for Castle Dragonspear long time ago had concerns about lycanthropes as well. He never came back to pick it up, so I suppose it's still here somewhere. It's yours if you want it, for 60 gold pieces."
Lorian “I doubt my staff will be of any use against the werewolves, but I do not have the coin for that longsword. Is there any..trade or deal you’re willing to make? I could give you the gold I have now as a down payment, then when we get our pay for the quest, I could pay the rest of the cost.”
Mara is disappointed but understands that commerce is commerce, and the price the dwarf is offering is below market rates. "Good Derval, thank you for your kindness. I, too, cannot afford that at this time; of course, I am willing to offer a similar pact as my honest companion here," gesturing to Lorian. "Perhaps my order will advance me the funds, and if that is the case, I will return to you to take you up on this offer. May Moradin guide your hand, sir."
Mara extends her arm and grasps the dwarf's forearm in the traditional warrior's greeting and turns to her companions that are gathered nearby. "I apologize but I must find Merovyna once more at the temple. If there are any who wish to come, I will welcome your company." Mara will turn with haste and venture back to the Temple of Chauntea, wondering if the good brothers and sisters have been keeping their coffers healthy with coin...
Dahvik is keenly aware that the bulk of his resources just walked out the door. He inclines his head to the good dwarf and, taking a last look at a particular buckler he fancied, quietly follows his companions. Catching up to them he notes, "The girl's disappearance did not have the same violent hallmarks as the boy's fate. Perhaps while investigating her disappearance we may uncover the resources we lack to secure a silvered weapon or two."
As her companions begin to leave, Ellara asks whether silvering her longsword would be a similar situation to Mara’s trident. Once she has an answer, she will also thank Derval and quickly try to catch up with the others.
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Ellara Nightflower: level 1 blood hunter, Curse of Strahd
As her companions begin to leave, Ellara asks whether silvering her longsword would be a similar situation to Mara’s trident. Once she has an answer, she will also thank Derval and quickly try to catch up with the others.
"Yes, the price will be the same"
He gives a look at Lorian, Mara and Dahvik, already on their way out the door then keeps talking to Ellara before she also takes her leave: "I feel I should do some more to help. Tell your companions that if they can at least cover the 50 gold pieces for the materials I will get to work and ask for the rest of the money to Merovyna, or at a later time."
The rogue glances over his shoulder, wondering what's keeping Ellara, before turning back to the others and speaking up. "I'm willing to contribute towards silvering any weapons, but if we can't do that now, I'd like to take my share of the gold to purchase a small shield. I'd rather improve our equipment situation in some way than do nothing but wait."
Stopping to turn to Dahvik, she says, “If that is what you must do I will wait for you. Thank you for the offer, I am also willing to do the same. If one of us has something that will better than nothing. It is a long shot but perhaps the Order has something we could trade or possibly the gold.” Grinning slyly at the rogue, looking him up and down. She continues, on, “Perhaps someone like you, in all this chaos and bustle, distracted people and items, might assist in other ways.” Mara lets the words sit before commenting, “If not, and if the Order has nothing, then I am happy to be on our way, silvered weapons or no.”
Mara leans against anything that’s nearby and takes out her trident, checking the edges. Her thoughts flick back to Arnold and what he has been through, forced to listen to such a macabre feast - she is filled with anger. She presses too hard on an edge and slices her finger. She absently brings her finger to her mouth, Stopping the blood, thoughts drifting to vengeance.
While the rogue clearly enjoys being looked over, his professionalism wins out over the temptation to impress. "We're not just passing through," he says, shaking his head. "I'd need to disguise myself, or our base of operations might become a bit hostile. Far better to wait until they trust us more, and I can work more freely." He smiles slightly. "Now is the time for the planting, not the time for the harvest."
Mara and the rest of the group make their way back to the temple of Chauntea. The fastest route from Derval's shop is through the road that faces the ducal palace. On the grassy fields surrounding the castle, where kettle and horses are normally left to graze and walk, soldiers are preparing horses for the imminent journey.
Our heroes walk past the resplendent temple of Lathander, left in Duke's Way and right in Farmer's road. Eventually they reach the temple of Chauntea, unmistakable with its facade cover in luxuriant green plants. In front of the door, tending to a tree on the left of the entrance to the temple, is a young halfling, dressed with the color of the faith of Chauntea, that Mara recognizes as the acollite that welcomed her the night before.
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Mara
Mara heads towards the sounds of the smithy’s hammer, giving the weapons on display a once over. “Derval?” She calls out, “Might we have a word?”
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Dahvik Aloro
Dahvik enters behind Mara, quietly looking around for a simple buckler. He's been considering requisitioning a wooden one from the supply carts outside, but isn't sure he wants to risk it. Better to find a metal one here at the smithy, if possible.
Looking more carefully at the merchandise, Dahvik finds a set of shields and armours. A buckler is on display, as if looking for its next bearer.
Mara peeks in the adjoining room and sees a dwarf, hammering at a red-hot sword on an anvil, next to a roaring forge. As she calls out for Derval, the dwarf looks toward her "Yes! I ll be right with you!" He sets the hammer down, places the unfinished sword back in the forge and turn towards Mara. He looks as stout as any dwarf, his grey beard and hair tightened in numerous, thick braids so that they would not be in the way of his hammer. Pearls of sweat cover his face and arms, clearly from the hard work next to the hot forge.
"Good day to you, young lady. I am Derval" As he walks towards the front of his shop he notices the rest of the company "And good day to you as well. What can I do for you?"
Lorian steps forward with Noc perched on his shoulder as usual. “Good sir, my name is Lorian and these are my companions.” He briefly pauses for anyone wanting to introduce themselves. “Captain Spearslayer has tasked us with investigating the unusual menace in Gillian’s Hill. However, we are ill-equipped to combat what she believes to be behind the attacks, so she recommended you to us. In fact, she also recommended us to you. We have a letter with her seal.” Noc caws. “Right, sorry. This is Noc.”
Mara
Mara smiles at the dwarf and nods to the various wares on display. “Fine work. Recent events must be keeping you busy,” she says. “Myself and these folk are after the werewolves that struck poor Arnold’s family down, at the behest of the Captain of course. Some of us have experience with these beasts and know an exceptional artisan like yourself could easily silver our weapons for us.” Mara pulls out the writ from the captain and hands it to the dwarf. “I’m willing to place all I can as collateral for this service - I don’t expect a handout - and swear on the Earth Mother to make good on any payment. Merovyna is a trusted and honest member of the community that would vouch for me.” Unhooking her trident, Mara twirls it while keeping eye contact with Derval. “How much to silver this?”
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
[ Mara can roll a diplomacy check with advantage ]
Mara [I used persuasion because I wasn't sure what you meant by diplomacy]
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DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
[yeah...That is what a meant :) ]
Derval looks at Mara and Lorian quizzically while taking the parchment that Sherleen gave her: "Werewolves, you say? I didn't know that was the working theory now. That sounds worrisome..."
He reads the words written on the parchment and looks back at the whole company: "Well...if what you say it's true, we can work some kind of arrangements of course."
He hands back the parchment and then takes Mara's trident for a closer inspection. He turns it in his hands, checks the sharpness of the tips and the balance in the handle. It feels more like professional interest than a way of answering Mara's request. After a minute he seems to snap back to reality: "Forgive me...This kind of weapon is not very common around here. I can silver this, yeah...the required components and silver will cost you 50 gold pieces. Understand that I cannot give you a discount on this, but for my work I will only ask for 35 gold pieces on top of that. I can assure you it's much less than I would usually ask for this type of work. And usually I am asked for this kind of work by rich folk that just want to hang their pretty weapons on top of their mantelpiece, but I will make this suit for combat. With my sons' help, this will take me 5 days."
He then looks back at his forge with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"I just remembered....I had a commission decades ago for a silver longsword. Some adventurer headed for Castle Dragonspear long time ago had concerns about lycanthropes as well. He never came back to pick it up, so I suppose it's still here somewhere. It's yours if you want it, for 60 gold pieces."
Lorian
“I doubt my staff will be of any use against the werewolves, but I do not have the coin for that longsword. Is there any..trade or deal you’re willing to make? I could give you the gold I have now as a down payment, then when we get our pay for the quest, I could pay the rest of the cost.”
Mara
Mara is disappointed but understands that commerce is commerce, and the price the dwarf is offering is below market rates. "Good Derval, thank you for your kindness. I, too, cannot afford that at this time; of course, I am willing to offer a similar pact as my honest companion here," gesturing to Lorian. "Perhaps my order will advance me the funds, and if that is the case, I will return to you to take you up on this offer. May Moradin guide your hand, sir."
Mara extends her arm and grasps the dwarf's forearm in the traditional warrior's greeting and turns to her companions that are gathered nearby. "I apologize but I must find Merovyna once more at the temple. If there are any who wish to come, I will welcome your company." Mara will turn with haste and venture back to the Temple of Chauntea, wondering if the good brothers and sisters have been keeping their coffers healthy with coin...
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Lorian will go with Mara.
Dahvik Aloro
Dahvik is keenly aware that the bulk of his resources just walked out the door. He inclines his head to the good dwarf and, taking a last look at a particular buckler he fancied, quietly follows his companions. Catching up to them he notes, "The girl's disappearance did not have the same violent hallmarks as the boy's fate. Perhaps while investigating her disappearance we may uncover the resources we lack to secure a silvered weapon or two."
Correction: Lorian will go with Mara if Derval does not accept his offer.
((Could’ve worded that better))
Ellara
As her companions begin to leave, Ellara asks whether silvering her longsword would be a similar situation to Mara’s trident. Once she has an answer, she will also thank Derval and quickly try to catch up with the others.
Xanaphia Nailo: Level 4 Warlock, Grey Hands PbP.
Ellara Nightflower: level 1 blood hunter, Curse of Strahd
"Yes, the price will be the same"
He gives a look at Lorian, Mara and Dahvik, already on their way out the door then keeps talking to Ellara before she also takes her leave: "I feel I should do some more to help. Tell your companions that if they can at least cover the 50 gold pieces for the materials I will get to work and ask for the rest of the money to Merovyna, or at a later time."
Ellara
She nods her understanding, ”I will pass the message on. Thank you for your time.”
Xanaphia Nailo: Level 4 Warlock, Grey Hands PbP.
Ellara Nightflower: level 1 blood hunter, Curse of Strahd
Dahvik Aloro
The rogue glances over his shoulder, wondering what's keeping Ellara, before turning back to the others and speaking up. "I'm willing to contribute towards silvering any weapons, but if we can't do that now, I'd like to take my share of the gold to purchase a small shield. I'd rather improve our equipment situation in some way than do nothing but wait."
Mara
Stopping to turn to Dahvik, she says, “If that is what you must do I will wait for you. Thank you for the offer, I am also willing to do the same. If one of us has something that will better than nothing. It is a long shot but perhaps the Order has something we could trade or possibly the gold.” Grinning slyly at the rogue, looking him up and down. She continues, on, “Perhaps someone like you, in all this chaos and bustle, distracted people and items, might assist in other ways.” Mara lets the words sit before commenting, “If not, and if the Order has nothing, then I am happy to be on our way, silvered weapons or no.”
Mara leans against anything that’s nearby and takes out her trident, checking the edges. Her thoughts flick back to Arnold and what he has been through, forced to listen to such a macabre feast - she is filled with anger. She presses too hard on an edge and slices her finger. She absently brings her finger to her mouth, Stopping the blood, thoughts drifting to vengeance.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Dahvik Aloro
While the rogue clearly enjoys being looked over, his professionalism wins out over the temptation to impress. "We're not just passing through," he says, shaking his head. "I'd need to disguise myself, or our base of operations might become a bit hostile. Far better to wait until they trust us more, and I can work more freely." He smiles slightly. "Now is the time for the planting, not the time for the harvest."
Mara and the rest of the group make their way back to the temple of Chauntea. The fastest route from Derval's shop is through the road that faces the ducal palace. On the grassy fields surrounding the castle, where kettle and horses are normally left to graze and walk, soldiers are preparing horses for the imminent journey.
Our heroes walk past the resplendent temple of Lathander, left in Duke's Way and right in Farmer's road. Eventually they reach the temple of Chauntea, unmistakable with its facade cover in luxuriant green plants. In front of the door, tending to a tree on the left of the entrance to the temple, is a young halfling, dressed with the color of the faith of Chauntea, that Mara recognizes as the acollite that welcomed her the night before.