Fargoth nods in greeting to the dwarf, and has a closer look at his work. He slips off his own leather jerkin, and tries on the studded leather armor, clearly superior to his own. The elf walks around the room for a few paces, swinging his arms this way and that to test the armor’s restrictiveness. He nods again to Rurik. “This is good armor. Perhaps you’d take my own, in exchange? Kindra said you’d offered up some stock, but I’d feel bad taking from you and giving nothing in return.”
"I look forward to seeing your work, Master Smith." The wood-elf nods appreciatively at the dwarf, before stepping to one side as various customers enter the smithy, the final person to enter holding his attention as she speaks.
Kindra takes her new found job in stride, helping to fetch everyone's prepared tools and other things they had gotten from the forge. She introduces herself to the clients if asked, putting on a smile when she's introduced by Rurik.
When she hears Madam Hucrele's words, she stops her work and listens intently.
"I'm sorry to hear about your family's plight, madam. I can assure you that we'll do everything we can to bring them back safely. Can you describe what they looked like and what they wore, so we may identify them?
She telepathically swaps senses with Ashlar for a moment to check his progress.
"Did... did they say anything to you before they left, ma'am?" Fargoth stares at the floor, trying not to meet the gaze of the obviously-grieving woman.
Baymen, steadied by the Madame's plea for her children, is unable to continue enjoying the Smith's work in childlike wonder. He brushes his hand over the metal of a well polished weapon then with a grim determination walks outside the shop.
He's ready to go to the Citadel now. Maybe not in terms of being the most well stocked or armored, but his will is set and ready for battle.
If anyone asks, he'll say so, but if not, he'll stand patiently for the rest of the group. Arms folded behind his back, chin raised with respect and pride, he waits.
Kindra checks in on Ashlar, who has spent the time since this morning flying toward (and potentially exploring the exterior/outer interior of) the Sunless Citadel.
"Yeah. 7 miles down the old road, in a ravine. We'll need to buy rope and climbing equipment."
The genasi snaps her fingers, dismissing her familiar, then resummons it on her shoulder, saving it the trip back."Good bird, Ashlar." She pets its head while the raven coos happily. "If we want to get to the citadel by tomorrow (and we should arrive by tonight so we can wake and then immediately go inside it) then we should get the gear and then get ready to leave."
Kindra apologizes to Rurik, promising to help him more when the group gets back.
Baymen will kind of look over the armory, marvel at the craftsmanship, and wander about in childlike wonder.
He won't buy anything though, not enough money.
If asked, he'd be upfront about his intentions. Though a little embarrassed, he admires good metalwork even if he can't afford it.
Fargoth nods in greeting to the dwarf, and has a closer look at his work. He slips off his own leather jerkin, and tries on the studded leather armor, clearly superior to his own. The elf walks around the room for a few paces, swinging his arms this way and that to test the armor’s restrictiveness. He nods again to Rurik. “This is good armor. Perhaps you’d take my own, in exchange? Kindra said you’d offered up some stock, but I’d feel bad taking from you and giving nothing in return.”
Roland is not going to buy anything from the blacksmith. "I can help around the shop if you need it."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Roland nods and goes to the back where he removes his armor and hands it to Rurik. "Thank you very much, that would be great if you could do that."
He glances at the woman at the door. "Aye, we are looking for the Sunless Citadel."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Baymen springs up like a dog when it hears a rustling package, hungry for a treat
"Yes! Yes, that's us, we're the Sunless Citadel Crusaders."
"I look forward to seeing your work, Master Smith." The wood-elf nods appreciatively at the dwarf, before stepping to one side as various customers enter the smithy, the final person to enter holding his attention as she speaks.
Kindra takes her new found job in stride, helping to fetch everyone's prepared tools and other things they had gotten from the forge. She introduces herself to the clients if asked, putting on a smile when she's introduced by Rurik.
When she hears Madam Hucrele's words, she stops her work and listens intently.
"I'm sorry to hear about your family's plight, madam. I can assure you that we'll do everything we can to bring them back safely. Can you describe what they looked like and what they wore, so we may identify them?
She telepathically swaps senses with Ashlar for a moment to check his progress.
Roland ignores Hurcele's words about the Citadel and stares at the weapons.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Baymen scribbles a note on a piece of paper folded inside his trading card pack. Above his previous note, it reads..
! Hucrele's Legacy
Search the Sunless Citadel for the two missing children of Madame Hucrele. 0/1
Optional: Recover The Missing Children's Signet Rings. 0/2.
! Stop the Rain
Discover and stop the source of the awful weather...
He then turns to the Madame and accepts her quest. He's already going there, and he will look around when is.
"Did... did they say anything to you before they left, ma'am?" Fargoth stares at the floor, trying not to meet the gaze of the obviously-grieving woman.
Baymen, steadied by the Madame's plea for her children, is unable to continue enjoying the Smith's work in childlike wonder. He brushes his hand over the metal of a well polished weapon then with a grim determination walks outside the shop.
He's ready to go to the Citadel now. Maybe not in terms of being the most well stocked or armored, but his will is set and ready for battle.
If anyone asks, he'll say so, but if not, he'll stand patiently for the rest of the group. Arms folded behind his back, chin raised with respect and pride, he waits.
Kindra checks in on Ashlar, who has spent the time since this morning flying toward (and potentially exploring the exterior/outer interior of) the Sunless Citadel.
Roland walks over to Kindra. "Any luck on finding the Citadel?"
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
"Yeah. 7 miles down the old road, in a ravine. We'll need to buy rope and climbing equipment."
The genasi snaps her fingers, dismissing her familiar, then resummons it on her shoulder, saving it the trip back. "Good bird, Ashlar." She pets its head while the raven coos happily. "If we want to get to the citadel by tomorrow (and we should arrive by tonight so we can wake and then immediately go inside it) then we should get the gear and then get ready to leave."
Kindra apologizes to Rurik, promising to help him more when the group gets back.
"We have a few bits and pieces from the carriage", Fargoth remembers, "Will we need more?"
The elf nods to Rurik as they leave with a small smile and an awkward wave. "Thank you again for the armor. We'll hopefully see you again sometime."