Ithelion glances at Krom, "There's the shield Garnet is carrying, and I think we have at least one sword. We left the less valuable things behind, I fear."

(( I *assume* Garnet picked up the shield on the way out ))

[yes - what a cool feature!  so, you'd need 10gp worth of metal - the price of a common shield - and an hour to be able to forge the shield for garnet.  you could use daggers or any simple weapons, coins, etc... for the metal.  you may want to check the inventory Ithelion has been keeping track of].

@ithelion - she didn't say so, and it isn't listed on her character sheet.  if it was, one of those attacks that hit her wouldn't have due to the extra AC.

*regarding the ant chitin, there is a blacksmith in town if you'd like to look into him using it to create something.

Krom says to Ithelion, "The spare sword should be enough fer the amount I need. I can also make other stuff too if I get the metal for it, or if ye give me the amount in coin."

Upon her return,  Ithelion wuold have relayed the information about where Felosial might be found to Daemyar, and asked what they looked like then kept an eye out for them as she followed Daemyar and Krom.

To Krom's comment she says, "Aye. We have a shortsword...it's attached to my pack I think. We also have several daggers. Would we would be better selling them any buying metal, or just using the directly?" she asks.

Krom shrugs, "Ye can try and see if ye can get more fer them sword and daggers, but we might be lucky to brake even on 'em. I'd just need the sword though, that should be enough." He thinks for a moment, "With a dagger I might be able to get some arrows out of 'em, but that would use me divinity stuff fer tomorrow until we could rest fer a bit."

Ithelion nods, "Very well. It's good to know that if I run out of arrows, there might be another source. You are full of surprises!" she says with a smile.

She struggles with her pack for a moment and hands him the short-sword, "You may as well take this. I'll see what the good will at Hercrule's shop is worth when selling the other things...we might be better bartering to swap items rather than trading for gold, but we'll see."

Krom takes the short-sword, "Good luck with yer barterin' I ain't one fer doin' it." 

Daemyar drops the body on the front steps of the Town Hall before heading to the jail.

”So that others might see that this one fought to the last. A fighter swings a sword, but a true warrior dies with the blood of his enemies under his nails and in his teeth.”

Daemyar doesn’t plan on leaving it there alone, for long. Just long enough to get some attention.

 Ithelion stands away from the corpse, watching the townsfolk and her companions while she contemplates the senseless loss of life she has perpetrated, witnessed and assisted. There are cycles that will never end, she thinks. Perhaps there is truth in Daemyar's words: what matters here is not so much whether you die, but how you die.

Eventually she shakes her head, and looks around again, dreading the return of this woman's lover. A senseless death is always a waste. The only question is: was it senseless?

For want of a better focus, she looks up at the stars, So, Adathar, was it senseless? Could you have prevented this, warned the ranger? What greater good might she have served, had she lived?

Well, it isn’t long before a crowd begins to gather in front of the village hall, and word travels fast in a small town. Soon, a swarm of townsfolk have you circled, pointing at the body at your feet. The door to the town hall opens and a tall human attended by a armed guard makes his way down to you. “What is the meaning of this?” His voice is steady and deep - you get the feeling he knows his way around oratory. Before any of you can answer, the crowd parts and a half elf comes forward. You hear the crowd hush as Felosial approaches you, tears streaming down her face. She looks at you, Daemyar, and simply says “Thank you.”  She holds her hand out - not in greeting but expectantly....

Garnet is greatful that Krom is will to forge a sheids for her. She will do whatever is needed to help him or get more materials if he needs them .

Standing with the others as the crowd gathers Garnet is feeling a little uncomfortable. As if standing at a unfamiliar funeral. When Felosi holds out her hand she feels a bit confused for a moment but then shr remembers the Amulet found on the rangers body.

Garnet gently nudges Ithelion and whispers low "The Amulet."( I think Ithelion still has it?)

( Are we standing together? I feel like it's Krom, Ithelion and myself with Daeymar a little ahead but in view.)

(( I'm was not entirely sure what the hand was about...is it as though she is asking for an item? If so: ))

Ithelion, spurred into action by Garnet's insistent stare and finally her elbow, realizes with a start what Felosial wants. She carefully takes the journal and the amulet out from her backpack, and wordlessly hands them to the grieving warrior, before stepping back again.

I think Daemyar took the amulet. If not, he’ll take it from Ithelion to hand to Felosial. He hesitates for a moment, and suddenly hurried through handing it to Felosial. He looks about nervously, and his head starts to bow, looking deflated, and maybe even a bit ashamed. 

“The monster was defeated. I am sorry.”

Krom removes the Cloak of Evlenkind and hands that too Felosial too. "Me apologizes fer ye loss." He steps back to his spot in the crowd. 

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Garnet is greatful that Krom is will to forge a sheids for her. She will do whatever is needed to help him or get more materials if he needs them .

Standing with the others as the crowd gathers Garnet is feeling a little uncomfortable. As if standing at a unfamiliar funeral. When Felosi holds out her hand she feels a bit confused for a moment but then shr remembers the Amulet found on the rangers body.

Garnet gently nudges Ithelion and whispers low "The Amulet."( I think Ithelion still has it?)

( Are we standing together? I feel like it's Krom, Ithelion and myself with Daeymar a little ahead but in view.)

 Any combination of materials will do, as long as the metal amount equals 10GP - the price of a shield.  As Krom said, he'll need an hour to do this.

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(( I'm was not entirely sure what the hand was about...is it as though she is asking for an item? If so: ))

Ithelion, spurred into action by Garnet's insistent stare and finally her elbow, realizes with a start what Felosial wants. She carefully takes the journal and the amulet out from her backpack, and wordlessly hands them to the grieving warrior, before stepping back again.

 You go to give both items to Felosial but Daemyar gently scoops the amulet from you.  You look at him askance but you've come to accept different behaviours throughout your journey.  Felosial gives you a half smile, and nods.  She meets your eyes and there is a sudden tightness in your chest as you contemplate the sadness in her eyes.

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I think Daemyar took the amulet. If not, he’ll take it from Ithelion to hand to Felosial. He hesitates for a moment, and suddenly hurried through handing it to Felosial. He looks about nervously, and his head starts to bow, looking deflated, and maybe even a bit ashamed. 

“The monster was defeated. I am sorry.”

 You nimbly take the amulet from Ithelion, who offers no resistance.  She also smiles at you and accepts the amulet.  She continues to look at you and steps closer.  She extends her hand and places it on your shoulder.  "Look at me, warrior," she says, a bit sternly to make sure Daemyar looks up.  "You have nothing to be sorry about.  You did what warriors do: you made a promise and you kept it.  You struggled with a terrible thing, and overcame it.  You should be proud and I am honoured your truthful words.  I thank you," she looks up at all of you, "All of you for braving the depths of that accursed place.  Karakas was one of us, a protector of this town.  And he is gone now, as all things eventually do."  There are some murmurs and nods amongst the crowds.  

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Krom removes the Cloak of Evlenkind and hands that too Felosial too. "Me apologizes fer ye loss." He steps back to his spot in the crowd. 

 Felosial smiles at you but shakes her head.  "This gift I gave to my love and she is no longer in need of it - the dead have no need of such things and to let it sit in dirt is wasteful.  No, good dwarf, it belongs to you or one of your friends.  The armor, too, is not needed.  But I understand if you do not want it."  Felosial addresses the crowd.  "These adventurers have done more than many have done in recent years to help solve our problems..." 

A voice yells from the back, "Aye, more than Neverwinter, and that's fer sure!" Followed by another, one you recognize, "Aye, aye - these folk saved me and my family not 2 hours ago from some giant ants!"   Some more nods and murmurs of agreement.  "Yes," Felosial nods at the first interrupter.  "It's true.  But we choose to live here and we can't depend on Neverwinter.  And Horn, I'm glad you, Jake, and Lishel are safe.  You should all be wary about long travel, even to hunt, without Karakas around."  She looks down sadly, "I must see to Karakas' body and ensure she is placed properly.  Who will help me?"  Several voices pipe up, several farmers by the looks of it, you suppose it's probably those who Karakas helped in the past.
The townsfolk that have offered to help bring forth a stretcher of sorts and begin to load Karakas' corpse onto it.  Felosial turns to you all.  "Thank you again for bringing her back."  You can tell she is holding back a wave of grief but she continues, "Please take these.  I know you may have your doubts about it but I wish to give you something.  If it helps, please think of it as a cementing of our friendship."  She gives you a small holster with 6 vials: 3 green and 3 red.  "They are anti-toxin and healing potions.  Karakas made me many of them and she told me to always be wearing them."  She throws you a small pouch of 20gp.  "You go and tell Garon about this and you'll find he'll give you a couple of rooms for the night.  Goodbye travelers, and good luck."

As the crowd dispersed and goes back to whatever it was they were doing before, soon you are left standing with the noble looking human and his guard, the ones that came from the big hall. 
“A word, if you please?” He gestures towards the inside. 

[You don’t all have to go, you can refuse, or do whatever you like.  You can choose to split up and do other things. Up to you.]

Ithelion just watched as the people moved away, her absent-minded fastidiousness for once stilled. As she pondered the sheer number of deaths she has borne witness to in the last few days, and the as the last of the people depart, she is startled by the new voice.

Looking up, she does her best to assess the newcomer, feeling the loss of Elosa keenly. She would have warned me. (( Perception: 10 , passive 14 ))

With one last glance in the direction of those she helped just a few hours earlier, and who she hopes are now showing the dead ranger the respect she deserved, she focuses again on the stranger.

"And who, exactly, are you?" she asks.

(( Oh dear, we may be back to Grumpy, the would-be dorff ))

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Ithelion just watched as the people moved away, her absent-minded fastidiousness for once stilled. As she pondered the sheer number of deaths she has borne witness to in the last few days, and the as the last of the people depart, she is startled by the new voice.

Looking up, she does her best to assess the newcomer, feeling the loss of Elosa keenly. She would have warned me. (( Perception: 13 , passive 14 ))

With one last glance in the direction of those she helped just a few hours earlier, and who she hopes are now showing the dead ranger the respect she deserved, she focuses again on the stranger.

"And who, exactly, are you?" she asks.

(( Oh dear, we may be back to Grumpy, the would-be dorff ))

 lol.  As the crowd disperses, you certainly notice that he doesn't...  You all notice that as it is hard to miss :)

The man looks surprised, "Oh, I apologize.  Vernor Lung, I am the Mayor of Oakhurst."  He looks around.  "We can introduce ourselves inside, I prefer the privacy - and you may as well, no?"

Ithelion stares at him for a long moment before answering, trying to discern what she can about the man. The only thing she really wants is a meal and a bath.

"If we are to talk, all I need is a meal and perhaps some brandy -- elvish, if you have it. The day has been long and filled with death."

Once again she starts cleaning the grime from her clothes, then looks again in the direction the villagers went, before turning back to the mayor. "Saving those villagers was a high point, and I fear what you have to say may not be."

Daemyar does a bit of a double take at the mayor’s appearance. “The command structure here is... unclear.” He’ll follow everyone else