Fires of Creation: The Buried World
The old man looks down sternly from his seat at the ranting gnome and frowns before he answers matter-of-factly, "You had me dismantle and scatter the last one. You feared, reasonably, that it would awake again and cause more harm. The Technic League can't TAKE the torch and Crowfeather Palace is of no interest to them. We're far from Starfall and, until recently, we were able to pay handsomely to keep them at bay." He pauses, hoping the gravity of the situation will sink in for the arrogant gnome, before continuing, "I would love to learn more about it and see what makes it tick, but never at the risk of Torch's people or independence. But then..." he considers for a few moments before continuing, "You won't find many willing to buy something the Technic League will just take, but there is a travelling merchant, Mister Sanvil Trett, who knows and deals in technological artifacts. He may be willing to take the risk." He turns his gaze to the robot for a time, a tinge of regret in his eyes, before shaking the thoughts from his mind looking back to the injured party. Reaching down to touch the porcelain mask of Brigh on his hip he blesses the adventurers, "May Brigh guide you," and sends invigorating, soothing sensations through them each. (12 HP healed each)
[Private to Cain; Morin Matzylford; Zorden: You recognize the name of Sanvil Trett, he is known as one of the foremost experts on technological artifacts in Torch--when he is in Torch. He usually only stays for a few months at a time, running a stall at the Market Square where he should be now.]
14:29, Today: Joram Kyte rolled 12 using 3d6 with rolls of 3,4,5. Channel Energy healing.