"Interesting gown... killing giants is... messy and it hurts." 

Marav lowers his hood so his features fades into shadow.

The lady eyes Marav sternly. “Hiding your face under a hood? You should hold your head high when you are among others. Be proud of who you are, and what you have done.”

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Crownsguard stares at Vaeril for a moment, soaking in the question, “I am... willing to do so.” 

 The sun elf nods. “Very good! We haven’t much time, so if you would follow me...” he leads you down the hall into a roomy office that is well lit by the late-afternoon sun. He offers you a chair, and opens a chest of artifacts that look quite old. “These are from Netheril of old, and I came across something that I thought was rather fascinating.“ 

He rifles through a mess of metal brackets and bands. “Would you please hold your arm out? I need to examine it for points of access.”

Crownsguard will hesitantly extend his arm. Do the artifacts look familiar to him?

// You can make an Intelligence (History) check! //

Rhuidhen begins to poke around with a sharp-looking instrument. “Now, I don’t believe this will hurt at all. I shouldn’t be more than a minute.” He begins uttering some arcane speech, and the sharp instrument glows dimly.

Crownsguard’s fist resists clenching, History: 7

None of these pieces of gear look particularly familiar, but you can easily tell they they’re ancient.

”Ah! Here we are.” A panel in Crownsguard’s arm pops off, and you can see the inner workings of the hand. Including the fact that the hand is modular; it can be easily removed. 

“Just as I suspected...Netherese constructs were designed to be easily dismantled and modified! What a wondrous discovery.” Rhuidhen is practically beaming. 

“You are... excited, yes? You seem to care greatly about my design. Why is this?” 

//Perception check on Rhuidhen  and the entire situation. Looking specifically for anything underhanded. Like are they trying to hide anything?

Perception: 18

Ink after seeing Rhuidhen leave with Crownsguard and Marav following them, comments, with a chuckle, "Do you think those two realize they have a ghost on their tail?"

Turning to face Mithyri, he continues, "He does that sometimes. Very protective of us, but he's fears others fear him for his ancestry...."

Looking around seeing it's just the four of them, he finally pops his head and says, "So, Mithyri, enjoying your stay in Everlund?"

// And so Ink's attempt at awkward small talk begins... //

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//Perception check on Rhuidhen  and the entire situation. Looking specifically for anything underhanded. Like are they trying to hide anything?

Perception: 11

 Rhuidhen looks like a middle-aged sun elf, wears wizardly robes, and has a generally calm and even-tempered bearing. 

// So then you followed Crownsguard without any further word to the lady Mithyri? Just checking before we continue the scene. Also please advise what you mean by “entire situation,” perhaps a Wisdom (Insight) check would be appropriate if you suspect underhanded dealings? But that depends on where you are and what’s you’re trying to accomplish. //

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“You are... excited, yes? You seem to care greatly about my design. Why is this?” 

 The wizard smiles, as if reminiscing. “My life’s passion has been studying ancient Netheril. Ever since I was a young boy, really. I am simply surprised, and pleased of course, to see one such as yourself in working order, when so many relics of that era are powerless and inert.”

He continues to rummage through his collection.

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“You are... excited, yes? You seem to care greatly about my design. Why is this?” 

 The wizard smiles, as if reminiscing. “My life’s passion has been studying ancient Netheril. Ever since I was a young boy, really. I am simply surprised, and pleased of course, to see one such as yourself in working order, when so many relics of that era are powerless and inert.”

He continues to rummage through his collection.

 “I see...” Crownsguard goes silent for a while, “How many others like me have been discovered?”

Looking around seeing it's just the four of them, he finally pops his head and says, "So, Mithyri, enjoying your stay in Everlund?"

 The lady inclines her head to Ink, “As short as it is. I find the atmosphere to be rather coarse. I have only come to resupply, and then I am off again. 

“And you, do you all plan to leave soon? You mentioned caves and maps...do you mind if I see what it is you’ve got there?” She asks Rip, extending her hand towards the map in your hands. 

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 “I see...” Crownsguard goes silent for a while, “How many others like me have been discovered?”

 “None like you, to my knowledge!” Says the elder Rhuidhen. “That is what is so fascinating. I see the signature of the Netherese all over your construction, but before this I had only heard of simple golems. You seem to be a breed apart—in a manner of speaking, of course.”

The elf carefully lifts a wrapped blade out of the chest. “Ah, yes! Here it is. This may have well been built for you. Only one way to find out.” He offers the blade to you, showing the hilt which has many interlocking brackets and some sort of hanging, fibrous material. “Now I don’t know much about this, but seeing your arm, I believe this isn’t something that is supposedly to integrate with your forearm.

”If it fits, I would like to propose a trade, one artifact for another. You give me something I can study, I give you something you can use to fight the giant menace!”

The wizard encourages you to take the weapon.

Crownsguard’s body seems to visibly relax at knowing that no other constructs like him exist. Crownsguard will gingerly take the blade, looking it over and observing it, “Thank you, Rhuidhen. I am appreciative of your assistance. What sort of ‘artifact’ would you desire?”

Rip hands her the map, "its just a simple map I picked up in the market"

The blade that Rhuidhen hand Crownsguard feels warm to the touch. The panel that he opened on Crownsguard's forearm has an obvious connective slot to it, and you can see how it would be a simple matter to attach the blade to your person. Holding it close to yourself causes some sort of reaction in the hanging, fibrous material in the hilt, which seems to move of its own accord towards your open forearm.

// This weapon is essentially an armblade longsword. The only difference is that is does not benefit from the Versatile trait. //

The elven wizard gestures permissively. "Whatever you have to hand...perhaps a redundant piece of yourself, if you have such a thing? Any separate systems you aren't using? Or a weapon, if yours are as old as you are."

Marav follows CG... he is just wary of someone wanting to know so much about his new friend. 

// Just a general perception... was the elf meaning him harm, etc...  And yes, he was done talking to the lady.//

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Rip hands her the map, "its just a simple map I picked up in the market"

 "And how are you faring in finding your family?" She asks. "Let me guess? Barbarians? They are working together with the giants now, you know. I'm not sure why, except that both groups are savages. Neither can be trusted," Mithyri says, shrewdly.

(for expediency I'm assuming certain reactions here...let me know if you want to take it a different direction!)

She points to a position on the map, just north of Everlund. "Here, on the road to Silverymoon. Barbarians were slain by a lone frost giant, and their captives were released. This was only a tenday ago. It would seem you are close to your objective. Have you tried divination magic?"