"The coin in question I'd say six-hundred golden ones would be the right amount."

She pauses and smiles, "Oh that was Ironclad," the goblin says glancing towards the back of the shop. "They're always making a big deal about being in folks way - even if they're not. Pretty sure it is an attention thing, though I'm not sure why. If you need to check on your friend, by all means ... I'm here till close."

Filimena hesitates, not quite sure what to do. "Er. Right. Well. Give me one moment," she says, holding up a finger to the shopkeeper, then scurrying towards the back of the shop.

"What's going on?" she hisses, not so much angrily as bewildered.

OOC: Speaking of hand gestures, I was tempted to write Filimena actually making jazz hands at Gundo in response to her... mispronunciation. But I worried it might be a bit too world breaking for jazz to actually be a thing. Haha.

Bewildered, Marik is still searching for words as Filimena approach. Shy to discuss in Common in front of the strange creature, he switches to elven.


[Language unknown: "O thi trasanhatthoyin le day wh arei ti, ol p preaststi to ma we Sshou p fotilo conhisany. Lowil avelarset o etadil ce poulwh torime pro teilto....Icted, i oneoneart ac eruspa bleousles sonpreany wil omestrrut ast resntewas. K setndethi ble llhaekut ut eveoreestati sssaei ectsomame t virartman thi"]

He switched back to Common for Ironclad

" Right, so "Designation is Ironclad", where do you...come from? Never had the ...huh...pleasure of meeting someone....like you"



OOC: Apologies for the late post. Man, these NPC are fire. I had a good chuckle at the robot voice. XD And yes, Jazzhands was by far the superior option in my view ^^
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[Language unknown: "Ometer-ntiyin atiersdaytrathu ental prtilowi."]

"Ironclad is from Korim," the mechanical suit says. It continues, "Ironclad is an original creation of the House Argentum. Ironclad been sent to see the world and bring back a report."

Filimena pauses before the metallic creature. [Language unknown: "Li, thooutugh,"] she says, after a while, hesitantly. Then, unable to help herself, she continues, [Language unknown: "She nawas th nccon ous n Hoolnaus."]

Stepping around the living suit of armour, she examines it with great curiosity. [Language unknown: "Str he prch esain dinprotha, ainus? M lahoad nc res m ameorttha, te illhouwerent?"] The name Argentum rings no bells for her. Aren't they a sponge manufacturer? Or maybe a purveyor of woollen ear coverings?

OOC: Rolled to see if Filimena might know anything about House Argentum, but nope. Rolled a 7, discarding the double-re-rolled d4s.

22:36, Today: Filimena the Gentle rolled 8 using d20+3+1d4, rerolling ones with rolls of 3,{1}{1}2.  History check with Guidance.

"name is Filimena it is ... to meet you," comes the monotone  reply. Ironclad prime directive is exploration and notation. Ironclad has seen and recorded  flora, fauna, landscape, construction, infrastructure, ruins, and more.

Filimena chuckles under her breath. Darn, she thinks. Didn't work.

[Language unknown: "Ponendsaee miast what'chpl, ith?"] she says. [Language unknown: "T adatce omat re popo ck po iouwhiith menoreman n shepa oreouttin. Ticstawilcon and, rela enomet."]

A thought occurs to her suddenly. [Language unknown: "Il, pro iouet me eensom'menhis?"]

OOC: Sorry to interrupt, Marik. Filimena couldn't ignore the loud noises, and now she's inserted herself into this thread. Once the narratively unavoidable stuff is done I'll try and make way. Haha.
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The mechanical being gets on one knee to speak to Filimena better, "Yes Ironclad has been within this place of business for the last dozen risings of the sun. What does name is Filimena seek?"

08:08, Today: Ironclad rolled 21 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 19.  Insight.

[Language unknown: "Ridial!"] she says. What did the shopkeeper say? Six hundred gold pieces? There might be a way around that yet. [Language unknown: "Are rose larestine o our t aveith'wilere ngvor dayoernteers etmetoce? Omebleset und nevir, bleruthou aiwaei o vorforhas ei ortad a?"] She indicates a height that could well describe every adult halfling in existence.
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The construct says "Recalling data," then extends its left hand as if holding something when Filimena see a circle of runes carved intricately into the palm which start glowing a light purple as you see images begin to appear over the runes. The images start with Filimena then turn to Marik and after moment its clear the images are of the shop and you can tell people moving backwards through the space.

[Private to Filimena the Gentle: It takes a few moments, but you realize this is some sort of variation on minor illusion and you're seeing the world going backwards though Ironclad's eyes. ]
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[Language unknown: "Le llai..."] [Language unknown: "En trasi u pahehe lo in eseent? Fout ie e nt preoveeen outheraveect?"] ask Marik, who obviously never saw what happen when you rewind a VHS.
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Without looking up from the image, Ironclad replies, "Please do not be alarmed, you are viewing my memories." The images continue to move in reverse until after a few moment a small person can be seen walking backwards into the shop. After a moment of the person speaking with the goblin behind the counter, they turn and  wave back toward the source of the image. The small person is almost a mirror of Filimina - slightly younger and with a bit of stubble but there is not mistake in the fact that the two are related

"Would be the individual name is Filimenaseeks? They were here yesterday for three turns and spoke to Ironclad for a time."
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As it happens, Marik  would like to try to make a mental note of everything Finneas is wearing, the colors of his garments, particular trinkets or objets he carries. Anything that could help define a specific smell to look for or help to spot him in a crowd.

OOC: Marik rolled a 11 for perception if applicable.

Filimena's eyes widen at the sight of the image floating over Ironclad's palm. Could it really be? She steps forward for a closer look. She must be sure.

OOC: Sorry guys, been an intense couple of days at work, and it's not over yet. I want to give this the time it deserves rather than dashing out a quick answer. But I suppose it's worth simply checking if Filimena indeed recognises the figure as her brother.

OOC: no worries life happens - I took Friday off cause the wife and I celebrated out 11 year wedding anniversary, ah how the time flies.

Marik gets a good look at the male halfling's clothing - a simple but nice set of traveler's garb in earthen hues though no shoes or boots to speak of as well as a well worn satchel on his hip.

The person shown by the mechanical being's magics is very much how Filimena imagines her brother would look even after all this time.

"Is this image adequate for name is Filimena?" inquires Ironclad.
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Filimena sighs. [Language unknown: "Saiswi res derartpre."] She looks over at Marik, half frowning. She feels tired, even though the day has only just begun. After a few seconds pause, she turns back to Ironclad.

[Language unknown: "Korha menectsomwer ic ou eauouscon,"] she says, pointing at the image. [Language unknown: "Il ieev ceill liie pa ol ithhoustr. P termi ersie ncca venherthewitman thite hattedear plher us po outas? Son el lineranti ev homo? Ionut e undnc is illlesereles? Un mariss, ble armo er stareaill ichovekorich is riwinc io int of arard?"]

Waving away the image then standing Ironclad's head turns from side to side as though looking over the shop. "Does name is Filimena need aid in locating their male sibling? Have they gone missing?"

Getting back on one knee and looking directly at Filimena the monotone voice replies, "They spoke with several individuals who came into the shop in the late sun, near dark period. Ironclad did see them give a pair of male humans a book. Ironclad did not interact directly with the halfling nor saw where they went afterwards."

Filimena lets out a sombre sigh. [Language unknown: "St, iseranfopl, Fo ess meneaurea ssasee. Tashe om hoceun k iv intom laich all intwasble metio. P etain ouspo ivebutart lapl ilhiun notverbut to e antionwil ersti ei eenureugh eenvirwhe ectr erane redus. La ulis omethuall mi sta ndio..."]

Filimena hesitates. It's enough that she's dragged Marik into this personal affair, but now this... Ironclad as well? She decides to stall for time by asking the obvious, if somewhat impolite question: [Language unknown: "Addi anncti ek ereng pr th loit resa ingic laceie nce."] Not 600 gold pieces, hopefully.

The slight head tilt looks rather comical on the living armor as they speak, "Ironclad has little need for currency but is in need of other places to observe." Standing Ironclad looks over the shop again, as though taking it all in for one last time, "Provide Ironclad with lodging and Ironclad will assist in the search for name is Filimena's masculine sibling.

Marik raises an eyebrow and exchanges a knowing look with Filimena.

"Well, if that is all you require, we might know a good place where you could rest and learn from a place with rich history" he says, smiling, his eyes darting for a moment in direction of the manor.

Filimena's eyes narrow slightly. It seems almost too good to be true. But then, "free" is too good an offer to pass up, especially considering the next best offer.

[Language unknown: "Mola,"] she says to Ironclad. [Language unknown: "Intkortha loonch encthiers u antderthe a noarivme. Elfi he iv tona po loevou olatwa, weisouut ectpe ouonis eepewi e noatse ce ort i ties'ntom."]

The goblin behind the counter barks a laugh , then for a moment she shakes her head.

"Just cause Ironclad saw your brother don't mean they can find 'em. My spell can find him with little chance of failure."

Filimena looks over to the goblin and sighs. "That's true," she says, with a resigned shrug. "Truth is, though, I don't have 600 gold pieces. Unless by any chance you'd take payment in kind."

"Scrying is a potent spell as I'm sure you know, and I've invested in tools to perform the spell." pausing she drums her thin fingers on the countertop as she look between Filimena and Marik.

"You two have made a name for yourself, obviously, and while barter is not my NORMAL payment... still... A smile warms the goblin's face, "What do you have to trade?"

"Depends on....your needs" respond the elf, trying to carefully find his words. "Rani and me have made our... survival around hunting and... gathering. We hail from Tal'Onarafel, where many entered and few left. Her in my bag...I have tea...herbs that you could never find here... Oh and as you heard...we tracked children...hostages from orphanage to...lost settlements and..criminal lairs....Found trinkets that may interest you...these magical bracers for instance (he gets out the bracers of taverns)...This carving (The carving of a cat with gems) or even this... dust that makes blood, dirt...everything disappears. These are... mementos of hardly fought adventures...filled with blood...sweat...grief."