"My pleasure to make you acquaintance!" Narthian watches with wonder at the growing beard, but listening carefully too. "Yes, that makes sense. So there is no spell or ritual that you know of, other then those already commonly known to boost the Will?" It crosses Narthian's mind that he doesn't really know what it is that he was looking for. But it also crosses his mind that unless they want to risk killing Volsh, he may have to find a way to control him.
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"This is perfect," Lantamori said, holding the bag up to her dress for comparison.  "I love it."

She readily counted out 3 gold and passed them to the woman with her thanks.

Her most pressing task complete, she doubled back to the small magical items.  She remembered she'd been thinking of getting a magical light of some kind.  Another dark cave was not something she was looking forward to.

Dellas looked over the jobs and than back to his sister "The turtle one sounds exciting, polymorph school. Oh the possibilities. Maybe they know something of a Phoenix. Basilisk Eggs, doesn't that sound neat." Dellas sighed though "Perhaps we should wait until we discuss with the others, besides we have items we must sell and then maybe I can afford a new spell or two" A gleam in his eyes "And some chocolate."

"Ooo! Chocolate!" Farian laughs. "You know, I never said that as man, but often times thought it!" She laughs again. "I'll see what information I can get from the guild master, and see what the others here are thinking of doing."

Farian moves to the table with the 4 people, being conspicuous so as to avoid eavesdropping on their conspiratorial conversation. "Good day, friends! I'm Farian Raymellie, of the Leafblade Company. I hope that I'm not interrupting?"
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Pultain School of Polymorphing



Gelty considers, running his ever-lengthening beard through his fingers, before Iffandy suddenly sits up straight, ears quivering with excitement.  "I've thought of something.  Aside from a potion of owl's wisdom, or a cloak of resistance, there's not a great deal to boost one's will.  Well... periapt of wisdom, but those are wretchedly expensive.  But if your friend wants to control his form, then you're looking for an item to help him, a sort of secondhand experience, nay?  The only way to get that is through someone who already knows how to do it.  Therefore, we need a magecrafter, and a werebear!"

Gelty brightens at this and turns to Narthian as if that statement made complete sense.  "Werebears actually seem to change for the better, rather than for the worse, and they get control sooner, if that is their goal.  If we have someone who can craft an amulet or something of the sort, and can magically copy the learned skill of a werebear who can control their shape, the amulet could then imbue that experience to your friend, giving him a better chance of control.  So all we need to do a find a friendly werebear!"

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Adventurers' Guildhall



At the mention of chocolate, Abby's eyes light up.  "Chocolate!  What a wonderful idea; I haven't had any since the last time Uncle Ballin traded for it!"  She coughs and temporarily reigns back her enthusiasm.  "I think I can sell all the various bits and bobs at some of the stores near the Market so we can get the pearls we need to identify the magical items, then divvy up the rest."



Sir Aberlayne winks at Farian.  "Happily, womanhood requires less stoicism in many cases."





The human man with the crow on his shoulder nods in greeting as the other raise their mugs or smile.  "Well met, Sun's Ray Farian.  We are the Iron Key Company, at your service.  I'm Narval Crowbrother, our swordswoman is Isashan Quick, our barefoot companion is Brother Oak, and the lovely gnome is Jig Cressal.

"We just finished clearing out a nest of giant scorpions from near the Unwanted Desert, them and their gnoll friends.  What about you?"

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Market Square



The proprietor will take the gold with a smile and wrap the bag if Lantamori doesn't want to wear it immediately.  Strolling to the areas of small magical items, Lantamori can see a half-dozen vendors that seem to be related by blood, as their coppery hair and blue eyes, as well as a similarity of nose, seem to speak of them being siblings, or at least cousins.  One has items of comfort (mugs that stay clean, pillows that grant quiet rest, blankets that warm you), one has items of beauty (mirrors that say compliments, makeup that goes on without intervention, perfume that changes scent), one has items of amusement (small toys that laugh or do small movements, plush toys that growl or purr, blocks that will help you build), one has items of light (everburning torches, and their variants in lanterns, glowing rocks, shining diadems, and polished shields that emit light), one has items of domestic use (spoons that stir, fire screens that catch even the strayest ember, pots that don't bubble over), and items of hygiene (small files that will cleanse dirt from your nails or tooth picks that clean your teeth with just a touch).

The light booth sell the everburning torches and their glowing rocks for the same price of 110gp, while the diadems, shields, and lanterns, with their greater artistry, sell for around 150gp.  Everburning "candles" (make of carved wood and copper) are only 55gp, while "elflights" that resemble toadstools sell for 70gp and emit a sort of cool, blue twilight, useful for those who can see in low-light conditions.

As Lantamori browses and the proprietor checks in on her and on others seeking his wares, she notes there are a few sellers who don't have a booth, but just a tray and sometimes a pack.  They wander through the Market Square to try to entice buyers.  As you are looking, you spy a ribbon seller, an orange seller, and a wandering bard with a small monkey on his shoulder who dances to the tunes played on his lute.  A pair of aquatic elves stop the ribbon seller and purchase two lengths of red ribbon, seemingly delighted by the vibrant color.
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Dante smiled at the woman and offered a polite dip of his head. "I am Averdante, from the forests near the Greenfire Lake," he introduces himself. "I am looking for information, and would like to make an offering to the Lady." Bringing forth his unstrung bow, he tells her, "Some moons back, in an ancient tomb, I was blessed with finding this bow. With it were half a dozen of these arrows." He plucks the sacred arrow from his quiver so the lady can see it, too.

"The Lady's Moonbow was easily recognizable, of course, but the arrows... I used the first against a small god that was attempting to poach the followers of another, using trickery and deceit. It caused a wound severe enough to send the poacher into retreat, and others in my company were later able to convince it to depart.

"The rest I used quite recently, near Fort Cross, against some shadows summoned, we think, by a mad druid. The arrows screamed as they flew at the shadows, almost as if the entities were offensive to them." Tipping his head to the side, he rubbed Prreet's solid form and added, "My companion Prreet, here, gifted me with the ability to perceive the 'heart' of the shadows, as it were, and the arrows seemed to cause them considerable harm."

Meeting the priestess' eyes, he tells her, "I would like to learn more about these arrows, and find out if more can be made. They have helped to save lives. And for the Lady's guidance in bringing them to my hand, I'd like to offer thanks."

"Well met indeed!" Farian greets each of the Iron Key Company members. "I am glad to hear that the danger from the desert was checked! My own company has just arrived, having protected a caravan from many dangers along the road." She does not go into detail unless asked. "My halfling companions and I were looking over the list of jobs, and as our company is large, we thought that we might split up to handle some of the seemingly smaller jobs. But before we do so, we thought to ask what the other companies were taking up. We do not want to take a job that another team would find worthy!"

Narthian seems intrigued by the turn that the conversation took, applying his own bit of experience to the concept. "And I suppose that it would have to be a were-creature instead of some other shape changer due to the peculiarities of the infliction," he says, half a question. "I can help with some of what we'd need. I believe that one of my companions has learned the secrets of crafting magical items. Do you think that this would be sufficient? Or would we need someone with greater experience or specialize power?"

Lantamori picked up a diadem to admire it's craftsmanship.  It would shine in whatever direction she'd look and leave her hands free to use her bow.

She set the one down and looked over the other diadems to see if any would complement her current outfit.

Shrine Street, Ehlonna's Temple, near Sea Gardens Park



"Ah..." she says with understanding.  She sets down the very large rabbit, who plops at her feet and promptly seems to go to sleep.  "I am Grove-Warden Shallan, and I will answer as best I can."  She takes the bow carefully from Averdante's hands and examines it minutely.  She draws it a few times, seemingly to get a feel for the bow, and nods.  She signals you to wait and goes to one side of the grove to retrieve several scrolls.  Shallan gestures Averdante over to a seemingly incidental table made of a split piece of wood (her rabbit following her and laying down at her feet again) as she spreads the scrolls out.  Most are in Elven, some in a very archaic form of the script called High Elven, while two of them are in an unfamiliar spiky script.  Averdante thinks it's likely Draconic; though he doesn't speak the language, he has seen Haazheel and Dellas studying their spellbooks with similar characters on the pages.  Several of the scrolls bear drawings of what seems to be the Moonbow, one of them being held by a beautiful elf maiden riding upon the back of a unicorn.  Shallan examines one scroll, then another, and finally taps a particular passage.

"It says here that the Moonbow is a relic of the church, something handed down to Ehlonna's faithful as a means of protection against the corruption of the woodlands.  Crafted solely by the light of the moon from the branch of a sacred yew, the string is made from unicorn hair and the stock is reinforced by slivers of unicorn horn donated by those in Ehlonna's sacred herd.  It came with arrows said to be struck from moonbeams and housed within shafts of moon-worked silver, tipped with glass and silver blessed by a kiss from the goddess and fletched with swan feathers.  It excels at fighting those who betray the woodlands, so undead are always foes of the Moonbow, because they stand in violation of nature.  As for the rogue small god, if it had been attempting to usurp a woodland guardian, such as a small god who held sway over that area, it would also have seen the usurper as a violator of the natural order."

Shallan looks at Averdante with respect, and briefly rubs Prreet's cool, smooth ears, seemingly to his delight.

"If the the Moonbow came to you from a tomb, it was meant for you.  It desired to do good again in the world, and chose you to wield Ehlonna's chosen weapon against Her enemies.  It says here that the bow is more accurate than others of its kind, its strikes always more powerful, but with the sacred arrows it becomes a bane to those who violate the natural order.  The arrows can be made," she reassures him.  "The legend is perhaps a bit more poetic, but the commentary here from the scribe who copied it notes that more arrows can be made from beaten silver, swan feathers, and glass, as long as they are crafted by moonlight, and blessed by a Grove Guardian in one of Ehlonna's sacred spaces for a night.  They are more costly to make than normal arrows, to be certain, and if not fired at the right targets will harm them no more than a hollow arrow with a glass tip would do normally, which is to say, none."  She returns to the text and reads a little more, her eyebrows going up.

"Ah!  Not unexpected, but interesting and useful.  As the Moonbow contains donated bits of unicorn horn, its touch can neutralize poison!  And under moonlight it can generate a warding effect against evil creatures that extends around it for a few armspans.


"The Grove is always welcome to those who wish to pray and contemplate Ehlonna, and you have been given a great gift by Her.  Please, spend what time you wish amongst Her creatures to give thanks," Shallan says.

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Adventurers' Guildhall



It is Jig Cressel, the gnome in rose-colored leathers with keys braided into her hair, who answers.  Her voice is incongruously deep compared with her small frame.  "Ah, we were going to talk to Mad Morrie about exploring the island.  Oak's always wanted to find his own island, his brother-in-law is a sea elf, you know, so we could have a lovely place to retire to someday.  Not everyone is experienced in sea travel, and we've done a half-dozen jobs involving ships, so that seems the best fit for us," she says cheerfully.  Brother Oak shrugs self-depricatingly when Jig talk about him, and pulls out a small wooden square with a picture of an elf maiden side-by-side with a blue-skinned elf man: a wedding portrait, it seems.

"Anything you saw on your trip that's coming south?" Isashan, the swordswoman asks.  "Things roll downhill, you know."

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Pultain School of Polymorphing



Gelty nods.  "If your mage can enchant magical objects, rather than just weapons or armor, then yes, that will likely do nicely.  The spell to give someone a boost to a skill isn't terribly complex, it's just somewhat obscure.  Likely someone influential thought it was cheating and got it enshrined into law some centuries ago, and now everyone's forgotten the spell, the law, and the influential stick-in-the-mud, so not many have knowledge of it."  He gives a shrug about the folly of unbending pride.  "The important part is finding the werebear, and then convincing them to help us, because they'll have to stay for the whole creation, which will be nearly a week.  It'd be some..."

He trails off, seemingly to mentally calculate something, and Iffandy picks up the thread of the narrative, "Nearly five thousand for materials for the ritual to enchant, not including the amulet or whatever itself, plus purchasing a scroll of the right spell, or paying to learn and scribe it.  Call it nearly six, once one gets done with polite gifts for all the various parties involved."

Gelty nods again, and continues.  "Now, the werebear.  I don't know where one is, but I bet you I know who does - the Grove Guardian of Ehlonna's Church down on Shrine Street.  If there's one anywhere near here, she'll know about it."

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Market Square



This being a booth of practical items of the less-elaborate sort, there are no diadems made of gold.  But there are a few with silver filigree, and many others of wire and wood with colorful beadwork.  Using the natural bounty available from the sea, there are ones with pieces of coral, various shells with sinuous shapes or colorful insides, delicate fish bones or multi-colored fish scales, along with stone and glass beads in a myriad of hues.  With a bit of sorting, Lantamori can find one made of wire with various colors of green beads, a few polished dark seeds, centered with a piece of luminous green sea glass and a couple small spiral shells.  It's a nice compliment to her outfit, and will easily illuminate her surroundings.

As Lantamori is considering her purchase, she notes several of the sea elves as well as some of the beggars and urchin children are occasionally leaving some small offerings (usually a flower, a pebble, a few pins, a bit of a candle or wooden carving) at a tiny shrine seemingly squeezed between two stalls on the edge of the Market.  The shrine is made from coral and cobblestones, centered around a bright blue turtle the size of two elf fists put together.  Out of the corner of her eye, Lantamori can see the turtle move, occasionally nodding to those who drop an offering by its shrine.
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Lantamori purchased the sea glass diadem with chits from the moneychangers and thanked the booth owner for their beautiful work.  She carefully put it into her new bag and wandered over to observe the odd turtle shrine.

"What a lovely portrait! Is it your own work, or was it commissioned?"

Farian gives the warrior's question some thought. "By the graces of Pelor I should hope not! We've dealt with what evil we've found, and helped keep with peace with the Trolls living near Fort Cross. If there is any danger from that direction, it will be new to me!"

Narthian weighs the information against his planned visits to the Greenwood Kin and the Sea Witches. He thinks it almost as likely that the Greenwood Kin would know of a werebear as would the priestess of Ehlonna. But the priestess was much closer. He barely registers the comments on the cost, but notes it to pass on to Volsh. "You have been very helpful, and I thank you for the information. Is there anything that I can do for you in return?"

"Yes" Dellas exclaims excitedly as he turns towards the door and looks back towards his sister "Well are you coming? We have a market to explore, items to sell, and chocolate and other food to find."

Bruenor slowly takes a walk around the shop, admiring the racks of weapons.  Like some folk enjoyed the sight of fancy, new clothes, or fresh baked sweetbreads; he could admire well-maintained, clean, sharp weapons... the craftmanship (when done masterfully) was something to behold.  You could always tell the difference between a well-crafted weapon and an average one...all it took was to lift it and swing it around once or twice.  The balance, the heft...it all had to be right.

He puts a hand on the hilt of the Prince's intricately jeweled longsword, recalling his pleasure at being gifted such a treasure...but his curiosity gets the better of him, and as soon as the proprietor is free, he enquires about the special weapons in cases.

"Greetings, sir.  What can you tell me of these exceptional weapons?"...his arm sweeping across the cases.  "They all seem quite unusual...in the best way," he adds.

Adventurers' Guildhall



Brother Oak shakes his head at Farian's question.  "Not by my own hand, but a cousin with great talent.  My own talents lie in finger-woven belts and straps, for at least that is portable with all the traveling we do!  But I am glad to hear that the trolls are behaving.  That treaty has held this long, and we pray it holds longer.  I would not like to see a repetition of the Troll Wars."

Across the way, the older elf woman who had been reading some parchment scrolls shuddered at the very notion.

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Market Square



"Coming, coming!  I know better than to get between you and chocolate.  Or myself and chocolate for that matter!" Abby says with a grin.  In short order the two halflings are gadding through the Market, Valiant temporarily acting as a packhorse for their loot that needed to be sold.  Dellas can take a look at the wide variety of goods for sale as Aberlayne heads to the various shops to drive a goodly bargain for their wares.    Dellas is seeking out his favorite treat, and finally finds it amongst the stalls of the exotic spice sellers.  There is a gnome merchant with a beautiful ring-tailed lemur beside him, holding court over a small booth that is lined with tins of powdered drinking chocolate, small chocolate-covered candies and nuts, candied spices, sugared almonds and spiced nuts, squares of something pink covered with a faint sugar powder, and a small bubbling cauldron of thick drinking chocolate which he is dispensing to a couple of half-elves. One takes a cautious sip, and her eyes widen in delight.  She hands over some silver without bargaining, drinking the sweet confection with a happy expression.

The old gnome, with skin the color of his wares, his head wrapped up in a combination of colorful scarves and small golden chains, smiles at Dellas with teeth like pearls as he spies him.

"Welcome to Calbador's Confections! How may I delight your palate today?  Rose Delight, from the Unwanted Desert?  Spiced nuts, from the Southern Isles?  Chocolate, the rarest confection, imported from the distant West?"

Aberlayne goes from booth to booth, shop to shop to try to find the appropriate buyers for the various goods.  She's able to find a buyer of unusual swords, a clothing merchant with an eye for good dye, a silversmith looking for some display pieces, a jeweler who needs some particular stones, and a weaponsmith who needs some scabbards for his wares.  When all is said and done, her close-kept moneybelt is flush with chits for the Moneychangers' Guild.  Her compatriots should be pleasantly surprised indeed!  She finds Dellas eventually, up to his nose in something sweet.

Well, at least nothing was on fire.



The proprietor gives Lantamori a bow at her purchase.  "An excellent selection, and may it serve you well in home or at business!"

Going to the turtle shrine, Lantamori sees the turtle turn towards her and nod to her.  She can see words carved into the shrine with an expert hand, Ishval, Small God of Small Bargains

Ishval regards Lantamori curiously, as if wondering what small bargain she was making today.

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The Lucky Blade, Metal Street



Once the man is done selling a brace of daggers to the young woman, he goes to attend to Bruenor, smiling when he hears his inquiry.

"Sampian Luc, at your service, and indeed you have excellent taste.  These are all enchanted weapons, some to a greater degree, some to a lesser, some to a stranger.

The blue longsword is a Phase Blade - made for hunting werebeasts, it is silver though it doesn't look it, and gains extra power during the full moon.  During the new moon it is but a blade of minor power, but under the full one is is fury to those who walk the night.

The dagger is made from the tooth of a giant shark, and though only lightly enchanted, does allow one to command the respect of sharks.  I expect that to go to a sea-fairing adventurer one day.

The obsidian double-axe was born in the fires of a volcano, and erupts in flame when wielded in battle. Someone took it as a prize off of an orc chieftain, and it's powerful, but one needs special training to use it to its full potential.

The white shortsword is a mage-bane blade, called Whisper.  Made for hunting rogue sorcerers during the Bloodfire Wars, though you have to sacrifice magic to it when it can't get its blade into a bad mage.

The feathered bastard sword is Flight - lets you jump like the earth can't hold you and strike from above like an eagle, though only a few times a day.

The longbow with the purple leather is the Winebow - its arrows don't strike to kill, but rather make the victims falling-down drunk." Sampian smirks at this.  "Was a weapon of humiliation made by a magesmith whose lord had a strange sense of humor.  He made the other bow too, the yellow one.  Its arrow release a slickness, like a wizard's grease spell.  Like..." he sighs, "a banana.  It also conjures bananas, a bunch of them once a day.  I... don't know why.

"The rapier, though, that one is called Sundog - it captures the sun's rays and turns them into flashes of powerful light to daze its enemies before striking.  Leave it in the dark too long and it loses its magic.  So!  Do any of these beauties strike your fancy?"

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Pultain School of Polymorphing



Geffy lights up at the question.  "Are you guys going after the mimic job at your Guildhall?  We could use some mimic bits, or a whole mimic, if you can convince it come back with you!"

Squatting down to observe the small turtle more closely, Lantamori asked, "You wouldn't happen to know where a turtle named Hubert happens to be, would you?"

It was presumptuous to believe that all turtles knew one another, but it was better odds than asking any of the vendors.  A Small God in the guise of a turtle may have an affinity for others of its form.

"I'd be willing to bargain for information," she added hopefully.

"I'm afraid that I don't know," Narthian tells Geffy. "I must admit that I barely looked at the job board before coming here. I will try to convince them, though." Narthian thanks them and takes his leave. He and Thunder carefully retrace their steps to the street, than head towards the temple of Ehlonna.

Dellas's nose lead him away from Abby as they enter the large Market. He quickly ducked underneath a wagon being pulled by a mule and made his way towards the food. Stopping at each stall he would make a quick purchase of something small until he came upon what he was looking for. The plethora of chocolate before him, only gave way to a giant grin as he began picking out each item he wanted to try. By the time he was done he had his hands full, chocolate smeared his face and a mug of warm chocolate sat next to him at the edge of the booth as he enjoyed each piece "Oh I really like this one, the nuts create a nice salty after thought to the sweet chocolate."

Market Square



Ishval looks thoughtful as Lantamori speaks, but she she mentions bargaining for information, he looks much more animated.  He walks down off of the shrine and looks up at her face.  "What little thing would you give me for what little knowledge I have?" he asks, his voice small and oddly gravely.



Dellas can pick up a small woven belt, a woven straw hat to keep off sun or rain, a little carry pouch for Vish, and a nice pair of sandals for the warmer weather of the coast or desert.   As he collects a little bit of everything from Calbador's Confections, the gnome looks delighted. A quick bargaining for price, and Dellas can hand over two gold for the costly, imported collection of confections, but they are worth every copper, as they taste magnificent.

"It is a lovely contrast!  Twas Juno who gave me the idea by knocking his snack of nuts into a pot of melted chocolate, and I thought, 'Well, I might as well try it' and here we are with a new sensation!  I also have here a new type I am trying," he says, and brings up a second pot of drinking chocolate he had been keeping warm on some kind of apparatus below your line of sight.  "This one is sweet chocolate infused with fiery chilies, also from the far West.  A most exciting concoction, but not one for every palate.  Care to give it a try?" he says, pouring a tiny tasting cup for Dellas.

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"Ah, well, we had heard Giffly's End was having mimic problems and had put up an advertisement for adventurers.  Mimics are smart as a person, but... often very, very hungry and not picky about their source of meat.  I have," he coughs, "no combat experience whatsoever, and neither does Iffandy. We would be very interested in what is going on, but I do not desire to be eaten in the quest for research. You would need a powerful enchantment to forcibly calm a mimic, a school of which I have zero talent for, or a great talent at diplomacy, which is also not my forte.  I could tell you much about what I have learned in books, but probably not before I got eaten."  Gelty gives a self-depricating shrug.

Once done with the Circle of Change, Narthian can head towards Shrine Street, and the Church of Ehlonna, abutting Sea Gardens park.    Entering the cool green of half-living grove, Narthian can spy Averdante and an older half-elf woman at a table, examining several scrolls.  A plush-looking rabbit the size of a small dog is seemingly asleep at the woman's feet.  Prreet is sitting on Averdante's shoulders, washing a paw.

"Would you like a bit of colorful ribbon?" Lantamori proposed to the small god, recalling the pretty ribbons she'd seen being sold.  "I could fetch it right now if you'd like."

"Oh yes I would love to give it a try. What kind of chilies are you using again? I have a friend who so enjoys hot peppers" Dellas says excitedly as he quickly counts out the gold for the gnome and then pushes up his sleeve a bit to show the dragon curled around his wrist. Drawing a hot pepper from a pouch at his side he offers it to the small wyrmling who sniffs it and snatches it from his hand, consuming it rapidly.

"May Pelor's Light guide you on your adventures, Iron Key Company! May the dawn always bring hope and renewal!" Farian takes her leave of them and moves towards the plump human man in fine crimson linen. "Greetings friend! From the looks of your finery you have been a guild member for some time! I am Farian Raymellie of the Leafblade Company."

Narthian and Thunder pad over towards Averdante and the woman. Thunder spies a squirrel and chases it into a tree before Narthian calls him back. He catches enough of the conversation to realize that Averdante's visit is about up. He waits for them to finish rather then interrupt.

Market Square



Ishvar's smile gets wider, and he nods.  Lantamori can obtain ribbon for five copper a half-yard from the ribbon seller easily.  When she comes back with her offering, he nudges it until it curls around him to his satisfaction, then looks up at her, curving his neck to invite her to come closer.  "Hubert is in love with a lady of the sea, and so went to the Sea Lady to woo her," he says, and settles down into his ribbons with a small sigh of contentment. 



Calbador says, "I call them passion peppers, for that's the best translation I have from the people whom I trade with them for... and that is a most delightful little creation you have there!  Where in the world did you get him and what does he do?"

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Adventurers' Guildhall



The man in scarlet looks up from his scroll at Farian's greeting, and set down his wine, quickly dabbing at his lips with a napkin before smiling and answering.  "Well met to you, Farian Raymellie.  I am Jurious Scarlet of the Starspoke Questers.  Aye, I've been a member for a few decades now, but wizardly talent is always in high demand, and my compatriots are dedicated to the thrill.  I see you serve the Healing Sun," he makes a gesture of a sun's ray, "Another type always in demand.  What are you seeking, Farian?  A friendly round of gossip?"

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Church of Ehlonna, Shrine Street



As Narthian waits, a sea elf emerges from the pool and sits on the edge, taking a moment to wring out her hair.  She wears what seems to be kelp, shells, and fish skins, things that sheet away water easily.  A plump blop of a creature with gray fur, flippers and a tail, with a pointed snout, plops out of the water near her and basks on the edge.  When she turns towards Narthian, he sees she's wearing a holy symbol of Ehlonna, though in her case the typical unicorn symbol has a fish's tail instead of hind legs.

"Oh!" she says, startled.  "My apologies, I didn't realize anyone was here.  I'm Grotto-Tender Luvan; what are you both seeking from the Lady?"