"Certainly. Would you don them now or have me wrap them up for you," Clarrisa replied smiling. "Ah the blade... well I should let you speak to Astrid about that," she adds as Astrid comes over looking at Areon who can tell now Astrid is middle-aged but still stunningly beautiful and powerful.

"It's a design from her house," Astrid begins. "I make them for fey touched folk who aren't of either world's human or eleven. Our son carries one as well as most of his company. They go to Ellryia to find treasures and trouble," she adds grinning stopping to drink some ale from the tankard Clarissa brought on her tray holding her evening meal. Astrid picks up the blade. "Those leathers too," she points to the leathers Areon selected, "we make them with the fey in mind," she adds pointing to the scrollwork in the leathers that look like brambles and thorns! "It's a common adornment of elvish weapons," she adds.

OOC: Thanks. I appreciate honest banking folks!

Garron struggles for a second, and manages eventually to free himself from the bindings of the snare, landing on the ground with an unceremonious thud. Wincing from the shock that just got sent up his shoulder, Garron reaches down and gathers his things. Glaring at the gnome and barely holding his rage in, he limps out of the shop with his sword in his hand. His knuckles white from his pent up rage, it takes all of his control to not charge back in there and finish the poor gnome off. Instead, he takes a few deep breaths and walks away. Needing to get out of the crowded crossroads, Garron heads towards the outskirts of the city and takes a few deep breaths. As he calms himself he realizes that had this been a real fight in the ruins, he would have easily been dead. Deciding at that moment that his powers were nowhere near strong enough to head to the ruins yet, he did something that he had never before considered doing. After heading back to the Raven's Rest for long enough to write a short note to Ted, apologizing for leaving and wishing the half-elf the best of luck on wherever his escapades may take him, he slinks out of the town and back towards Zozobra where he can hopefully find a mentor in the art of swordcraft so that he can one day have the strength to return to the ruins and perhaps rejoin his friends. Until then, he would train.

(OOC: Again, good luck guys! Sorry to have to do this... but I feel it is for the best.)

- Math

"We can certainly repair them and resell them. How does 10 gold sound for them? A discount on your items here," Clarissa asks with another soft smile.

OOC: Math thanks for bowing out with grace on the game thread at least.

Ted returns to Molle and Trixi, arms open. “Well, well, well,“ he taps his nose with a confident smirk. ”Guess who just got us some insider information about the trendiest drinking hole around here. If we are all ready to go...” He looks around exasperated, “Did we lose Areon? And Garron’s spent forever in that mending shop, what in Toril could he be doing? It’s like herding...... well I don’t know what you herd but it’s very that!” He folds his arms in frustration.

As they wait for Garron, Ted advises Molle and Trixi, “If I were you I’d hide those robes of yours, I love breaking rules but I don’t want us to besmirch the name of the institute too. I’ll take all the fallout of my bad decisions my self.”

"Wreckfish," offered Trixi the right comparison, "like herding wreckfish. Really hard, I must tell you. But we still have some cake and it's the best bait I can think of - they ought to come pretty soon! Erika too, I am quite sure."

"We do have rooms, or should have them. Was thinking we drop everything valuable off there, or at least with the love birds." Molle shrugs, pausing to pick at her food. "Wreakfish... that's a pretty apt name. Was thinking it was like herding mice. Those things are impossible to control, especially in the sewers. You always had to watch out down there." She shivers.

”Sounds like a plan! Say... were you spending a lot of time in sewers Molle?”

"You were bound to go down there at one point or another in my former trade." She states. "You can get to a lot of places from there. And usually a bit faster."

Ted raises his eyebrows, “What sort of work were you up to then? Sneaking around through sewers, sounds like a few bootleggers I knew - you had to be sure footed in that trade, dropping your goods would cost the lot. Sounds like you’ve got a fair few stories up your sleeves, we can’t get to Duncan’s soon enough”

"Ah our son's name is Jensen Harker-Callenum we call him Jens," Astrid replies smiling to her wife answering Areon. "His group of knuckle heads change they're name regularly but last I heard it was Hand of Callenum or Harker's Hand. Callenum being Clarissa's house and Harker is my surname," she explains. "They are," she looks amused then a bit sad, "...trouble," she explain. "I'm not saying be wary but he's ambitious to a fault," she adds as Clarissa nods looking slightly embarrassed.

"Making a mark on the world takes a man many places as I'm sure you know Areon," Clarissa retorts. "Now safe travels to you. May our armor and weapons service you well," she adds showing you out.

Areon exits the smith just as Trixi, Molle, and Ted walk passed nearly bumping into them!

OOC: So is the plan to meet up then go to Duncan's to loop Erika back in? Or is it go back to the inn drop stuff off, IDK what cake?, discover Garron has left, and then go back out to meet up with Erika? Sorry, my brains fuzzy today.

"Enforcers are required to do a lot of things. Oftentimes, under my employer, we also had to be a bit more discreet. So, naturally, the sewers is one way to be that way." Molle says rather casually. "Let's drop our stuff of, yeah? Will pass the time quicker than standing around."

Ted nods, “So, you were an enforcer? Well that does explain.... a lot.” Ted smiles, trying to make it sound like a compliment.

As they bump into Areon, Ted takes the chance of changing subject with glee. “Areon, how was your shopping trip? Learn much about potential spots for a knees up?”

Ted’s tone takes a slightly more serious tone as he replies to Molle, ”About going back, Sure, but I don’t want to be heading back and forth too much, can’t you just hide your robes somehow? Either way, we should pick up Garron from the mending shop, and shouldn’t Erika be coming down soon? lots of sticks are stronger than a big stick or whatever that proverb is....” 

<In the future...>

Erika heads to Duncan's, keeping an eye out for her friends in case they decided to take any detours and could be found enroute. However, it seemed the most likely place they would go. She wondered if they were out and about in full regalia, or being a bit more subtle when they weren't on official business.

She had hardly worn her robe at all, not wanting to dirty it on the road and finding it a bit too much cloth to wear over her armor without appearing excessively bulky. Perhaps as it got colder, she would incorporate it.

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<In the future...>

Erika heads to Duncan's, keeping an eye out for her friends in case they decided to take any detours and could be found enroute. However, it seemed the most likely place they would go. She wondered if they were out and about in full regalia, or being a bit more subtle when they weren't on official business.

She had hardly worn her robe at all, not wanting to dirty it on the road and finding it a bit too much cloth to wear over her armor without appearing excessively bulky. Perhaps as it got colder, she would incorporate it.

OOC: Let's pit a pin in thr above.

On her way to Duncan's where the fry cake vendor directed her Erika's attention is caught by a minstrel singing songs from her homeland. He's a towering blonde human man with a thick beard wearing winter robes trimmed with gold and fur. He's strumming a harp and singing of a shield maiden named Sigrun Trumdottir who saved her mountain village from the ice dragon Grimauld. He spots Erika right away but her disgust gives her the sense he just finds her attractive and approaches her continuing to sing.

"Sigrun the fair had no mercy to spare in the lair of the nightmare in ivory...." He strums.

OOC: Doing my best friends please get thee to Duncan's. This above will happen "after" y'all get to the bar.

The half-elven illusionary form of Erika assesses the man as he approaches, her now-brown eyes curious. She looks around, seeing if the man appears alone. Perception 18.

As he gets closer, as he seems to be intending to speak with her, she will lead the conversation, acting the native Zozobrian. She keeps a comfortable distance, however. "Hello! I've not heard that song before, where is it from?"

Deception 10 - she knows the song well, but is only attempting to break the ice (pardon the pun)  

Trixi was ready to escort (with Areon's help) those two on their merry research of town's night life for some  time now. If they are going - so does she.

Molle takes off her robes, then reverses them inside out. She then tucks it into her belt, making it a sort of makeshift additional skirt. With a smirk she says, "There, patches less obvious. Let's go, shall we?" She will start leaving with the rest as soon as they're ready.