Sebastion's squires are found and escorted into the crypt, and the doors sealed so everyone can rest. Toc looks to Sebastion when he makes his inquiries about the party.
From where he sits, his back against the wall, the tired looking elf shrugs without much commitment, "My name is Toc. I am a survivor of the elven nation of Myth Drannor and the war against the flying Netheril city of Thultanthar...not to mention earlier wars. Presumably you're aware that the flying Netheril city of Thultanthar was brought down by the Archmage Elminster on top of the city of Myth Drannor during a great battle, resulting in the ruins above. I was with the elven forces that reclaimed Myth Drannor in 1374 DR, when the army of Seiveril Miritar retook the city and his daughter Ilsevele became the new coronal. Aldlas is from a much earlier time, 714 DR when he assaulted the city with the trio nefarious, which then led to the Weeping War and the city being overrun by the Army of Darkness. Of course the year is...what year is it, 1489 DR? Yes, I think that's right. Anyway, if I had to describe myself today, it would be to say that I am an extremely lucky elf. Somehow, in only a couple of weeks, I was able to find these brave, and tremendously capable individuals in the region....a collection of individuals who have somehow defeated the undead risen wizard Aldlas Sodhese and his guardians. I knew a great evil was active and trying to achieve something in Cormanthor. If I'd know it was Sodhese I'd have spent a month collecting a small army to confront him."
His gaze becomes distant, "Of course I believe it is more than just luck that has brought us together. Each of us is guided by something...and I think we can all agree that there are more powerful forces manipulating this situation."
He turns to all of you, "Whatever is real, I thank you all, this...this is more than I could have hoped for, and you've all risked your lives to defeat him. I look forward to sitting down for a couple of weeks, resting and studying these plans. Hopefully they will allow me to inform Coronal Ilsevele Miritar in Semberholme so that her forces may mop up any of Sodhese left over pawns. You may all divide the captured treasure and goods as you see fit, I have no claim on any of it. Aside from these materials...for me to read and understand."
Toc nods to Sebastion, "I know you are new to us, but our meeting you was fortuitous, and I am pleased you are with us."
The time passes quietly underground. The thunder of the rain eventually dies off and a cloudy dark night with a cold northern wind takes over. But inside the crypt it is warm and peaceful. The group enjoys the simple things in life for the next short while. Chen does indeed discover an elven cook book amidst the unburned library books, though he's forced to improvise on a few ingredients. Jahren's playing is gentle, unobtrusive, and everyone finds both relaxation and deep thoughts as he masterfully plays the instrument, fit for the highest kings court, here in this lowly ruined crypt.
After such a brief, yet intense battle for their lives...the hours seem to stretch on, no one eager to leave the moment of peace they've discovered here in this unlikely place. The lovely smell of Chen's cooking, warm food, masterful music and a wealth of books and reading. It will take many days to read through all of Aldlas' plots, but two things are imminently clear from a quick scan through the material. He has clearly been active here since 1487 DR. It would seem as if almost from the moment of the destruction of the two cities, he was awoken by some fell power and set to work from beneath the ruins. It is clear he has been working with Verdant Cloud and her children's battle is more than just a show to impress their mother. He was also searching for something in the ruins, looking for baelnorn barrows. He was communicating with a lorenorn named Quaryl Tellasarim. Toc reminds everyone, they are essentially elven liche's....but...good. They help maintain things like the ancient and powerful Mythal. Neihuir Makhei seems to have been the name of his dark knight servant. You notice at least one reference to someone named "The Warlock" to whom they were reporting. The report includes details that he expects the pulled threads to worsen soon and that so far his work has been very successful. But, as mentioned, its a lot of material and will take several days to get through.
Regardless, people also find other ways to re-center after such a trying time. Mirica and Sebastion have their prayer, Fianna her communing....followed by heavy snoring, while Toc seems content simply to page through the many spell books and does some writing in his own, pulling materials out of a large chest that he summons from nowhere. Chen cooks....and eats, though it's clear he is not at peace and seems less than satisfied with something. Jahren plays his beautiful music, and reads.
Time seems to be lost to the group. Magic mends dented armor and ripped, burned, or otherwise damaged clothes...cleaning soot, blood, and other gunk from hair, skin and cloth. By the time the group is prepared to leave, though their souls are still a bit burdened, they look very much the valiant hero's, sparkling, clean, and bright eyed. Perhaps Mirica's final praying was a give away, but when the doors open, you're not terribly surprised to see that you were there all of the rest of the evening, and straight through the night, with the dull grey light in the sky showing that dawn has arrived.
Toc turns to the group, "I would like to spend a few days recovering from our ordeal, and potentially reading this material, followed by some research. We can do this in a few different places. We can return to Hillsfar, we can travel to a special elven library in Cormanthor that I know of.....we can spend time in the quieter and more open Elventree though I'll likely spend a few days away to get my research done, or....pretty much any other choice. We can camp in the woods if you're so inclined, I am able to create a rather comfortable magical home for us to stay in now if we wish. I would suggest we don't remain in the ruins however. There is too much activity here, and the pulled threads and strange magical phenomenon occurring will give us little rest. Sebastion, you of course are welcome to join us. We may yet have more work to do, and we would love your assistance. But....if you prefer to return to your dragon hunt, we of course will wish you much luck."
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Hills...Chen's mouth is full, so he quickly finishes chewing, swallows, and then continues. Hillsfar for me, I think. It wasn't the warmest welcome there last time, but I should like to acquire some fresh ingredients before exploring any further. Perhaps even experiment with some of these recipes.The gold dragonborn looks about to say more, but stops and keeps his thoughts to himself.
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"Camp in the woods sounds good," answered Mirica in the same time as Chen asked for return to the city. "Hillsfar is fine too," (for her it was and she would not mind a visit to the Temple there) "but quiet woods without too many dragons and magical blobs around would be a good change."
She already apologized for her previous mistrust, was fully committed to the cause and in the best soldier-style could wait for further instructions anywhere.
From the Aldlas's "treasures" she took two things (as an obvious choice): diamond dust and scroll of Lesser Restoration . Both packed in a way, that if someone else need it, it would be easy to find.
"I suspect you will get your dragons anyway, Sir Sebastion. They are clearly the part of the bigger plot and will be sent against us sooner or later. Would be good to have you with us but you saw what we are up against here. Do you think your squires are ready to join?"
As the morning comes and the group awakens, Fianna rises from her slumber looking as good (or better) than she ever has. Her hair is a bit brighter orange and perfectly styled, her eyes a brighter green and sparkling. Even her clothes seem better tailored and her makeup.., well she’s wearing makeup and it is expertly applied. ((Eldritch Invocation - Mask of Many Faces. She uses this to keep herself looking like her idealized self... unless otherwise noted.))
“A few days rest and recovery does sound like a solid plan. If our Chen wishes for Hillsfar then I’ve no objection,” Fianna says brightly.
When discussion turns to the items of interest, Fianna will demure. “Truthfully I had desired the Rod at first. I thought of how it could give me more spells, while it lasted. But overnight I came to think differently. Even at the end of the battle I had a few tricks still up my sleeve... but none of my tricks are as powerful as Mirica’s healing. I would hate for one of us to be lost because she had no more spells to cast or prayers to give. I think perhaps you should carry the rod, for the power to heal is often far more needed than the power to kill...”
((Oil to Sebastian and other scrolls to Jahren? Fianna has enfeeblement via her Staff of Power and is basically working for the Fey so theoretically wouldn’t feel the need for the protection...))
Before departure Fianna will consult Toc about the spell absorbing books. If the work only in the library here is there any value to taking them? She also gives the entire complex a second look over with Detect Magic up just to be sure nothing was missed. ((via Eldritch Invocation - Eldritch Sight))
With all that done Fianna will step outside for a few moments to allow FinFin to stretch their wings and take care of their bodily needs... Even pseudo dragons poop!
As lovely as Fianna looked with her freshly applied magical makeup, one thing was not fixed - not really. "Ready to get rid of your little accessory?" Well arranged hair hid the horn stamps, but they were still there. "Up to you, but we can afford it now".
Mirica was a bit skeptical about offering of the rod, though (after she made sure Fianna was not sarcastic in her reasoning). "Might be useful, true, but the way you say it works... I use my weapon to hit things. The rod would get on the way. If no one sees the use of it - sure, but you, spellslingers, might want it more nevertheless. By the way, was there any gold in there? Sounds very... "adventuring" but I might actually use some, if we are to return to the city."
Fianna reaches up and touches the nub of the antlers which are no longer visible due to her spellings. “Yes... it would be nice to have them gone gone.”
Fianna will assure Mirica that she saw the most value in the item in being assured to always have a heal available, no matter how tired or drained the group was. “It would benefit my spell-casting greatly, but only shortly. I fear I would tap into it often to use one more powerful spell too often and soon drain it of all usefulness.”
((50 charges, my spells currently cast at 5th level at least, so I’d only get 10 uses max from it. Nice, but would be gone soon. On the other hand, first level cure when needed and otherwise out of spell slots can be life or death. If it wasn’t a max 50 charges ever but instead was a max at any time, I would kill for it. But just really think 50 desperate heals more important than 10 Cones of Cold or 7 Fingers of Death... I mean Fianna will take it if Mirica doesn’t, but she does have staff of power for versatility and does want Mirica to be able to resurrect her if the need ever arises.))
((All good points but attunement... Let's hear Jahren first))
For a few moments Mirica decorated Fianna's head with three small diamonds - sparkles of rainbow looked magnificent but disappeared after the prayer as fast as rain drops on the sun, taking horns away with them.
Sebastian is looking at Chen as if reading something
"You mean to stay in Hillsfar dont you?
"My squires should probably make their way to safety and if possible back to the order to be honest" he replies to Mirica, but i would be completely remiss to my oath if i left you all now.
Jahren approaches Chen privately at some point in the morning. "My friend, is something troubling you? May I be of assistance?"
Jahren considers offering to stay behind and close small rifts in the weave with a team of folks, but then considers the dragon the party saw fly overhead this very spot the day before. He instead offers to help Toc with his research if he'd like assistance, regardless of where the group decides to go for their rest.
Chen shrugs non-commitally at Sebastian's question. He simply replies: I would like to check in on SinSin. He promised me some lessons in wrestling.But later when Jahren delves further, Chen opens up a bit more to the bard who he has known longer than any of the others:
I do not think I will find what I seek here. This place is turbid and chaotic, and I find it rankles my soul. I would endure it for the sake of my companions, but I fear the consequences of losing control of myself, for as you have seen, already I have harmed others. Perhaps I will again wander the forests of Cormanthor, but I believe I will set my back to Myth Drannor forever.
Then lifting the axe of Xirrhois, the dragonborn hands it to Jahren. This is a mighty weapon, and I am honored to wield it. But it was gifted to you and I confess I am partial to my hammer. Perhaps you will find another worthy to carry it.
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"I understand, my friend." Jahren accepts the axe back from Chen since he is partial to the hammer anyhow. "If you ever need a friend please do have someone send a spell my way." He also whispers "or, if the matter is of great importance, find a Harper contact and ask them to find me." "I have a few friends here and there." Speaking up more loudly once again he says "but first, you must share a drink with me in a proper tavern before we part!"
Sebastian nods at the conversation. "if that is your intent Chen may i perhapse requesst a favor? Could you escort my squires to a place of safety when we part? Especially the boy"
"Wish you luck in your travels." Mirica came to say goodby too - even if they were going to the city as well, it felt like their roads might not cross again. "Give the boys a couple lessonsabout cooking, Sir Sebastion would thank you for that later." She was never good at farewells and did not know what else to add, so just smiled and wished the golden giant safe travel. Her own journey had to wait now.
(First thing Mirica did once they all returned to the city - change the armor. For a battlefield her old one was good enough, but now, when the stealth became important, she needed something lighter and a good breastplate should not be hard to find. Second thing most important thing was the visit to the Temple. A modest donation of 100 gold was just a symbol, a token, a matter of tradition, she knew she was heard without it. Still, as always, the sun-full dome reminded of home (the only one she ever had) and after the last adventure she needed that feeling. Other than that, Mirica was just sightseeing (probably in Fianna's company) - the city was so lively and (with the disguise hat, softening her features) so welcoming.
Fianna gives Chen a brief hug, then punches him in the shoulder. "You ever have a need you just find yourself one of the wee folk and tell them to get word to me... Don't ask them, tell them. Asking would just get you in trouble." That said, Fianna goes back to acting like he isn't leaving. She too hated goodbyes so did her best to ignore them.
((Upon hitting Hillsfar, Fianna's ears lose their point, her hair is more a natural ginger color and he clothes appear much more... Well, city ordinary. Not quite peasant clothes, but she's trying to not stand out too much. She'll keep up such a mask for the entire time of their stay, unless otherwise stated.))
Sebastion's squires are found and escorted into the crypt, and the doors sealed so everyone can rest. Toc looks to Sebastion when he makes his inquiries about the party.
From where he sits, his back against the wall, the tired looking elf shrugs without much commitment, "My name is Toc. I am a survivor of the elven nation of Myth Drannor and the war against the flying Netheril city of Thultanthar...not to mention earlier wars. Presumably you're aware that the flying Netheril city of Thultanthar was brought down by the Archmage Elminster on top of the city of Myth Drannor during a great battle, resulting in the ruins above. I was with the elven forces that reclaimed Myth Drannor in 1374 DR, when the army of Seiveril Miritar retook the city and his daughter Ilsevele became the new coronal. Aldlas is from a much earlier time, 714 DR when he assaulted the city with the trio nefarious, which then led to the Weeping War and the city being overrun by the Army of Darkness. Of course the year is...what year is it, 1489 DR? Yes, I think that's right. Anyway, if I had to describe myself today, it would be to say that I am an extremely lucky elf. Somehow, in only a couple of weeks, I was able to find these brave, and tremendously capable individuals in the region....a collection of individuals who have somehow defeated the undead risen wizard Aldlas Sodhese and his guardians. I knew a great evil was active and trying to achieve something in Cormanthor. If I'd know it was Sodhese I'd have spent a month collecting a small army to confront him."
His gaze becomes distant, "Of course I believe it is more than just luck that has brought us together. Each of us is guided by something...and I think we can all agree that there are more powerful forces manipulating this situation."
He turns to all of you, "Whatever is real, I thank you all, this...this is more than I could have hoped for, and you've all risked your lives to defeat him. I look forward to sitting down for a couple of weeks, resting and studying these plans. Hopefully they will allow me to inform Coronal Ilsevele Miritar in Semberholme so that her forces may mop up any of Sodhese left over pawns. You may all divide the captured treasure and goods as you see fit, I have no claim on any of it. Aside from these materials...for me to read and understand."
Toc nods to Sebastion, "I know you are new to us, but our meeting you was fortuitous, and I am pleased you are with us."
The time passes quietly underground. The thunder of the rain eventually dies off and a cloudy dark night with a cold northern wind takes over. But inside the crypt it is warm and peaceful. The group enjoys the simple things in life for the next short while. Chen does indeed discover an elven cook book amidst the unburned library books, though he's forced to improvise on a few ingredients. Jahren's playing is gentle, unobtrusive, and everyone finds both relaxation and deep thoughts as he masterfully plays the instrument, fit for the highest kings court, here in this lowly ruined crypt.
After such a brief, yet intense battle for their lives...the hours seem to stretch on, no one eager to leave the moment of peace they've discovered here in this unlikely place. The lovely smell of Chen's cooking, warm food, masterful music and a wealth of books and reading. It will take many days to read through all of Aldlas' plots, but two things are imminently clear from a quick scan through the material. He has clearly been active here since 1487 DR. It would seem as if almost from the moment of the destruction of the two cities, he was awoken by some fell power and set to work from beneath the ruins. It is clear he has been working with Verdant Cloud and her children's battle is more than just a show to impress their mother. He was also searching for something in the ruins, looking for baelnorn barrows. He was communicating with a lorenorn named Quaryl Tellasarim. Toc reminds everyone, they are essentially elven liche's....but...good. They help maintain things like the ancient and powerful Mythal. Neihuir Makhei seems to have been the name of his dark knight servant. You notice at least one reference to someone named "The Warlock" to whom they were reporting. The report includes details that he expects the pulled threads to worsen soon and that so far his work has been very successful. But, as mentioned, its a lot of material and will take several days to get through.
Regardless, people also find other ways to re-center after such a trying time. Mirica and Sebastion have their prayer, Fianna her communing....followed by heavy snoring, while Toc seems content simply to page through the many spell books and does some writing in his own, pulling materials out of a large chest that he summons from nowhere. Chen cooks....and eats, though it's clear he is not at peace and seems less than satisfied with something. Jahren plays his beautiful music, and reads.
Time seems to be lost to the group. Magic mends dented armor and ripped, burned, or otherwise damaged clothes...cleaning soot, blood, and other gunk from hair, skin and cloth. By the time the group is prepared to leave, though their souls are still a bit burdened, they look very much the valiant hero's, sparkling, clean, and bright eyed. Perhaps Mirica's final praying was a give away, but when the doors open, you're not terribly surprised to see that you were there all of the rest of the evening, and straight through the night, with the dull grey light in the sky showing that dawn has arrived.
Toc turns to the group, "I would like to spend a few days recovering from our ordeal, and potentially reading this material, followed by some research. We can do this in a few different places. We can return to Hillsfar, we can travel to a special elven library in Cormanthor that I know of.....we can spend time in the quieter and more open Elventree though I'll likely spend a few days away to get my research done, or....pretty much any other choice. We can camp in the woods if you're so inclined, I am able to create a rather comfortable magical home for us to stay in now if we wish. I would suggest we don't remain in the ruins however. There is too much activity here, and the pulled threads and strange magical phenomenon occurring will give us little rest. Sebastion, you of course are welcome to join us. We may yet have more work to do, and we would love your assistance. But....if you prefer to return to your dragon hunt, we of course will wish you much luck."
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"The dragons will wait, they always do, what i have seen here is definitely more pressing
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Hills... Chen's mouth is full, so he quickly finishes chewing, swallows, and then continues. Hillsfar for me, I think. It wasn't the warmest welcome there last time, but I should like to acquire some fresh ingredients before exploring any further. Perhaps even experiment with some of these recipes. The gold dragonborn looks about to say more, but stops and keeps his thoughts to himself.
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"Camp in the woods sounds good," answered Mirica in the same time as Chen asked for return to the city. "Hillsfar is fine too," (for her it was and she would not mind a visit to the Temple there) "but quiet woods without too many dragons and magical blobs around would be a good change."
She already apologized for her previous mistrust, was fully committed to the cause and in the best soldier-style could wait for further instructions anywhere.
From the Aldlas's "treasures" she took two things (as an obvious choice): diamond dust and scroll of Lesser Restoration . Both packed in a way, that if someone else need it, it would be easy to find.
"I suspect you will get your dragons anyway, Sir Sebastion. They are clearly the part of the bigger plot and will be sent against us sooner or later. Would be good to have you with us but you saw what we are up against here. Do you think your squires are ready to join?"
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As the morning comes and the group awakens, Fianna rises from her slumber looking as good (or better) than she ever has. Her hair is a bit brighter orange and perfectly styled, her eyes a brighter green and sparkling. Even her clothes seem better tailored and her makeup.., well she’s wearing makeup and it is expertly applied. ((Eldritch Invocation - Mask of Many Faces. She uses this to keep herself looking like her idealized self... unless otherwise noted.))
“A few days rest and recovery does sound like a solid plan. If our Chen wishes for Hillsfar then I’ve no objection,” Fianna says brightly.
When discussion turns to the items of interest, Fianna will demure. “Truthfully I had desired the Rod at first. I thought of how it could give me more spells, while it lasted. But overnight I came to think differently. Even at the end of the battle I had a few tricks still up my sleeve... but none of my tricks are as powerful as Mirica’s healing. I would hate for one of us to be lost because she had no more spells to cast or prayers to give. I think perhaps you should carry the rod, for the power to heal is often far more needed than the power to kill...”
((Oil to Sebastian and other scrolls to Jahren? Fianna has enfeeblement via her Staff of Power and is basically working for the Fey so theoretically wouldn’t feel the need for the protection...))
Before departure Fianna will consult Toc about the spell absorbing books. If the work only in the library here is there any value to taking them? She also gives the entire complex a second look over with Detect Magic up just to be sure nothing was missed. ((via Eldritch Invocation - Eldritch Sight))
With all that done Fianna will step outside for a few moments to allow FinFin to stretch their wings and take care of their bodily needs... Even pseudo dragons poop!
As lovely as Fianna looked with her freshly applied magical makeup, one thing was not fixed - not really. "Ready to get rid of your little accessory?" Well arranged hair hid the horn stamps, but they were still there. "Up to you, but we can afford it now".
Mirica was a bit skeptical about offering of the rod, though (after she made sure Fianna was not sarcastic in her reasoning). "Might be useful, true, but the way you say it works... I use my weapon to hit things. The rod would get on the way. If no one sees the use of it - sure, but you, spellslingers, might want it more nevertheless. By the way, was there any gold in there? Sounds very... "adventuring" but I might actually use some, if we are to return to the city."
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Fianna reaches up and touches the nub of the antlers which are no longer visible due to her spellings. “Yes... it would be nice to have them gone gone.”
Fianna will assure Mirica that she saw the most value in the item in being assured to always have a heal available, no matter how tired or drained the group was. “It would benefit my spell-casting greatly, but only shortly. I fear I would tap into it often to use one more powerful spell too often and soon drain it of all usefulness.”
((50 charges, my spells currently cast at 5th level at least, so I’d only get 10 uses max from it. Nice, but would be gone soon. On the other hand, first level cure when needed and otherwise out of spell slots can be life or death. If it wasn’t a max 50 charges ever but instead was a max at any time, I would kill for it. But just really think 50 desperate heals more important than 10 Cones of Cold or 7 Fingers of Death... I mean Fianna will take it if Mirica doesn’t, but she does have staff of power for versatility and does want Mirica to be able to resurrect her if the need ever arises.))
((All good points but attunement... Let's hear Jahren first))
For a few moments Mirica decorated Fianna's head with three small diamonds - sparkles of rainbow looked magnificent but disappeared after the prayer as fast as rain drops on the sun, taking horns away with them.
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Sebastian is looking at Chen as if reading something
"You mean to stay in Hillsfar dont you?
"My squires should probably make their way to safety and if possible back to the order to be honest" he replies to Mirica, but i would be completely remiss to my oath if i left you all now.
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Jahren approaches Chen privately at some point in the morning. "My friend, is something troubling you? May I be of assistance?"
Jahren considers offering to stay behind and close small rifts in the weave with a team of folks, but then considers the dragon the party saw fly overhead this very spot the day before. He instead offers to help Toc with his research if he'd like assistance, regardless of where the group decides to go for their rest.
Chen shrugs non-commitally at Sebastian's question. He simply replies: I would like to check in on SinSin. He promised me some lessons in wrestling. But later when Jahren delves further, Chen opens up a bit more to the bard who he has known longer than any of the others:
I do not think I will find what I seek here. This place is turbid and chaotic, and I find it rankles my soul. I would endure it for the sake of my companions, but I fear the consequences of losing control of myself, for as you have seen, already I have harmed others. Perhaps I will again wander the forests of Cormanthor, but I believe I will set my back to Myth Drannor forever.
Then lifting the axe of Xirrhois, the dragonborn hands it to Jahren. This is a mighty weapon, and I am honored to wield it. But it was gifted to you and I confess I am partial to my hammer. Perhaps you will find another worthy to carry it.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"I understand, my friend." Jahren accepts the axe back from Chen since he is partial to the hammer anyhow. "If you ever need a friend please do have someone send a spell my way." He also whispers "or, if the matter is of great importance, find a Harper contact and ask them to find me." "I have a few friends here and there." Speaking up more loudly once again he says "but first, you must share a drink with me in a proper tavern before we part!"
Chen slaps Jahren heartily on the back (sorry Jahren) and says: Well said. And a solid meal as well. I'm feeling a bit undernourished.
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Sebastian nods at the conversation. "if that is your intent Chen may i perhapse requesst a favor? Could you escort my squires to a place of safety when we part? Especially the boy"
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Chen bows to the knight and says: I swear I shall watch over them as you would
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Sebastian bows in return Bahamut guide and protect
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"Wish you luck in your travels." Mirica came to say goodby too - even if they were going to the city as well, it felt like their roads might not cross again. "Give the boys a couple lessons about cooking, Sir Sebastion would thank you for that later." She was never good at farewells and did not know what else to add, so just smiled and wished the golden giant safe travel. Her own journey had to wait now.
(First thing Mirica did once they all returned to the city - change the armor. For a battlefield her old one was good enough, but now, when the stealth became important, she needed something lighter and a good breastplate should not be hard to find. Second thing most important thing was the visit to the Temple. A modest donation of 100 gold was just a symbol, a token, a matter of tradition, she knew she was heard without it. Still, as always, the sun-full dome reminded of home (the only one she ever had) and after the last adventure she needed that feeling. Other than that, Mirica was just sightseeing (probably in Fianna's company) - the city was so lively and (with the disguise hat, softening her features) so welcoming.
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Fianna gives Chen a brief hug, then punches him in the shoulder. "You ever have a need you just find yourself one of the wee folk and tell them to get word to me... Don't ask them, tell them. Asking would just get you in trouble." That said, Fianna goes back to acting like he isn't leaving. She too hated goodbyes so did her best to ignore them.
((Upon hitting Hillsfar, Fianna's ears lose their point, her hair is more a natural ginger color and he clothes appear much more... Well, city ordinary. Not quite peasant clothes, but she's trying to not stand out too much. She'll keep up such a mask for the entire time of their stay, unless otherwise stated.))
Sebastian having not been to Hillsfar follows Mirica
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