Re: Chapter 8: Back in Westbank
When the party arrives at the office the next morning, it is already occupied by the mayor (standing with arms folded), Enoch (sniveling at his desk and shuffling papers), and Traitlin (leaning against the wall). After a few minutes of greeting and small talk, Tyus arrives with a strange halfling in tow, shuffling behind him and muttering quietly to himself as they enter.
The halfling stands about 3 feet tall. His face is wrinkled and dominated by a massive, crooked, mushroom of a nose and a pair of mismatched eyes. One brown, which seems to look at where his nose is pointing, and one blue, which seems to dart around uncontrollably. His hair is thick, silver, and curled. He wears tattered clothing that includes an ill fitting red cape and several mismatched small pouches on his belt. There is no doubt this must be Crazy Old Dav.
Working with Dav proves to be a bit of a task for the mayor. The mysterious halfling first demands breakfast, which Tyus delivers from the Trollip and Troll. Dav devours the food, then falls asleep and it takes Traitlin a good five minutes of shaking to wake him. After a brief negotiation about lunch, the halfling finally agrees to get to work.
At the mayor's request, everyone descends into the dungeon. The mayor inquires with Dav about seeing if there are any remnants of magic anywhere in the room, including people.
Dav closes his eyes, bows his head, and begins to mumble some words, waving his arms in a wizardly fashion. From time to time, his crazy blue eye opens and darts around the room. After a minute, his head rises and he looks around the room.
He first approaches Enoch and grabs him by the hands. "Hmmmmm," he mumbles. "N-no. No ma-magic this guy. No ch-ch-charmed. N-no been ch-charmed."
He then moves to Traitlin and repeats the analysis. "Ooooo, b-big and t-t-tall. But no ma-m-magic. No magic no charmed."
To Tyus. "No magic no ch-charm."
When he gets to the mayor, he holds his hand and then looks very closely at his ring. "Yes, Dav," the mayor concedes. "You are correct. This ring was a gift from the elves. It is magic, although I'd appreciate if that stay between just the lot of us down here."
Dav gives the mayor a long look with his good eye. "No ch-charm. No been charmed."
One by one, the crazy-eyed halfling passes by each character in the dungeon and declares each one to have not been charmed. He does, however, successfully identify Celador's magic arrows, the potion of water breathing, and the gem of elemental control (to which he gives a coo of excitement). In an interesting moment, he pulls Cornelius from Lazaret's backpack, admires it for several seconds, but finally concludes "No ch-charmed. No m-m-magic."
Finally, just as the mayor is starting to usher everyone back up the stairs, the old halfling stops, walks backward down the hall to the space between cells three and four, and closes his eyes. He crouches down and picks up a tiny fragment from the ground. A piece of glass. "Is magic." He announces. With eyes open and crazy blue eye darting faster than ever, he examines the floor and picks up another tiny fragment of glass. "Is magic."
Dav repeats this process about 25 times, each time picking up a tiny piece of shattered glass and saying "Is magic."
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