Dungeon of the Mad Mage

Rendaril takes a few moments inspecting the spear. “You’re sure you wish to trade this? It has some powerful enchantments on it. So powerful I cannot tell what they all do? It’s worth 2500 gold minimum due to the level of enchantment alone. Or do you wish items in exchange?”

“I’ve had plenty enough of that weapon for my lifetime. As deadly as it is I’d rather have something to bolster my health ? Perhaps something to help me in going back to basics too if it’s really worth as much as you say . “ Eoan shadow boxes to convey his meaning . 

He strikes his chin. “Hmm I have an amulet that bolsters ones hardiness and a brooch that will improve your strikes. Combined they would equal the spear in cost?”

He offers his hand to shake on the deal “ that’s fine for me “

“Deal!” He shakes and gets the items he mentioned 

“ pleasure doing business “ Eoan turns to Leo patiently waiting beside him 

Leo asks do you have anything that would suit a fellow such as myself? I’m looking also for a better close sword or similar if you have them?

“How close in are we talking? Short sword or rapier? I have both”

Short swords, perhaps a pair of them? I have a long sword to trade in

“You’ll need 1000 gold for a pair of enchanted swords I’m afraid. I could do one for 480 with the Longsword as a trade in?”

Leo agrees to the trade and hands over the gold and sword. 

“Excellent. Thank you for your custom both of you now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to close up shop for the night.”

Eoan exits the shop with a new found energy , rapidly recovering from the curse of the spear hurrying back to the group tumbling as he goes .

acrobatics 13

Spin kicking through the air and across the marketplace you swiftly catch up to the others as they are heading towards the Speakers Palace.

The Speaker’s Palace is the private residence of the town speaker. The “palace” part of its name is an overstatement, compared to such buildings elsewhere in the world. Yet, fashioned by dwarves out of cut stone, with a pitched slate roof and a colonnade in front, the palace is so out of place among the rough wood dwellings in Bryn Shander that it looks as if it had been magically transported here from some other region of Faerûn.

The door is thick oak with wrought iron reinforcements and a large knocker on it at a height that is accessible to all humanoids.

Jhee-Kharr reaches down slightly to give the door a good loud knock, then smoothes down his eyebrows to make himself look presentable 

A slider on the door opens and a set of pale green eyes stares out “Whaddya want? Speakers done fer the day!”

Greetings, I am Jhee-Kharr Wordpainter Thunukalathi. Unfortunately, I bring ill tidings. We have come from the court of the Open Palace of Waterdeep. Enemies approach. Large enemies. We can tell you more, but you might want us to talk directly to your speaker. 

The person on the other side of the door grumbles your message to someone “I ‘preciate yer candour master Thunukalathi. I sent a runner to the speaker but she likes her nap time after a day of work I imagine she’ll thank ye for the warning and tell ye to come back int morning.”

To be frank, waiting until morning to formulate a plan may damage our chances of survival. There will be much to prepare. If she is too exhausted from her work, with the greatest respect, perhaps there is someone who knows the access and vantage points of the town well enough to get things underway in her stead.

This town is a veritable fortress, to be sure. But that will only help so much....against giants. 

He lets the last word hang heavy in the air. 

“I will pass your concerns on sir. If you head to Kelvin’s Comfort I will try to find you if she is amenable to a proper discussion. Giants are a concern for sure. But she can be stubborn. The gates and walls are now closed for the night and will be manned by the sheriff’s deputies.”