The Dark Tower - Level The Second Part 2
Brindle and Aurion depart for secluded nooks where they might take advantage of some relatively peace and quiet to do their research and catch up on the paperwork.
The Halfling settles in comfortably at the feet of the stuffed woolly mammoth in the chamber just off the central stair, about half way down the White Tower, somewhere near where Berkam-Shem is being held prisoner where he chugs down his heady magical concoction and concentrates upon the cage holding the puppy ...
Needing a bit more room, the Elf retires to his usual spot in the Library, on the floor above, where he spends much time with parchment and ink in an effort to properly map out the areas of the dungeons where your feet have trod and what little you know of the Dark Tower of Set. The two gnomes assigned to help him have wildly different ideas of the layout and argue constantly, if good-naturedly, being lawful good, after all. And if the end result has rather more elephants than there actually were, it is still a pretty good effort.
Meantime, Tesseryn, still constrained by the social niceties, but only just, all but begs the gnomes for help. His impassioned speech does indeed produce the familiar rousing chorus from the gnomes, sometimes even at the points at which one might reasonably expect it, but at its conclusion Gnevron sadly shakes his head.
"We have sworn oaths to Mitra that we will defend and hold this tower to our deaths and may not sally forth in force, much as we appreciate your sacrifice. We trust in the wisdom of your gods that they have seen fit to entrust to you the destruction of the Dark Tower of Set," he pauses and joins in with the chorus, "and pray constantly for your success."
"So too ... alas, while we are blessed to have the Lammasu and others who may call upon the gods for assistance, there is not one here allied to the White Tower who practices the magic arts."
"Though," Gnevron looks a little puzzled, "while we can't help you change your appearance, other than to suggest, of course, that you might grow a beard, I must say that really you look very much like most humans of my admittedly limited acquaintance."
"However," all the gnomes beam delightedly, "since your last visit," he dips his head towards Leisha and the ex-prisoner contingent that accompanied her on that occasion, "we've been having a bit of a hunt around, and we eventually located the 'Lost and Found' box," and there's a couple of things in there that might be of use to you. Things that others have left behind, you understand ... we couldn't possibly think of using them ourselves so we've been keeping them for if they ever returned ... but its been a while."
"Here ..." Gnevron passes Tesseryn a thin wooden baton, "a Wand of Secret Door detection, I believe."
Next, a rather tarnished silver figurine fashioned in the shape of a raven, "a messenger bird, lots of fun at parties," he beckons Tesseryn close that he might whisper the command word in the ex-Paladin's ear, .
"And this ...," he struggles under the weight of what was once no doubt a magnificent helm, bedecked with perhaps a hundred gems, though the majority are now blackened and burned with only five retaining their original lustre - a diamond, a ruby, two fire opals and a plain opal. "No idea what use it was, but you never know - perhaps if you're wearing this then nobody will recognise you ?"
OOC: do the rest of you rest as well, or are you going to leave Aurion to catch up on his beauty sleep ?
