"Unless the lady that gave it up was keen on wearing fake jewelry, and she didn't seem the type, I'd say that's as real as they get." Rather than reach across the table, with another small but quick incantation and flick of his wrist the pearl floated up into the air as if picked up by an invisible hand. Alekos gestured his own empty hand toward Anders and the pearl moved that way again. "Take it, try it. If it doesn't work right I'm sure I could find you another one. Although maybe not as readily here as the cities..."

Turning to Morwinyon he nodded his own head. "Thank you, it does feel a bit like a really bad hangover doesn't it? If people saw us stumbling about we'd be the talk of the Keep. For our drunken behavior, not our racial differences to be sure." The last bit was wry and dry but he shook it out of his head.. "Did you call this small little place a city? I can't wait to see your reaction when you see an actual city." He laughed at the statement and his voice showed that it was definitely just in jest.

Sora looked wide eyed at tbe half elf, materialising a pearl of that size, impressed at it. If he was speaking true, the pearl was more than enough for the components to identity a single item.

She looked at anders with a smile. "If you wouldn't mind the company master Anders, I will  come with you. I can help you find the materails you need, perhaps even find someone who can identify them for you."

"Do you hail from some big city or another Alekos?" The merry handed magician was interesting in his way. "To be sure, the most of my life has been lead in remote places. Too many people all in one place, it is difficult to train as you like, be still when  you need. Ships must be crafted away from the rough waters on which they are destined to sail."

He turned towards the remaining group. "See you back here, if not for afternoon meal, at least for the evening one. Perhaps we'll return with your friend as well."

The walk was pleasant enough. "This foul dream bothers me." He admitted freely as they headed to the Keep's Chapel. "Just the fact that it struck all of us. If it can make us feel like this after just one night, what happens after three or five?"

"A fair point about ships and seas I suppose. No I don't hail from a large city originally but I've been around and about them from time to time." Alekos also stood from the table "Well, like he said, be seeing you. Oh and Anders, let me know if that pearl doesn't do whatever it is you need it to do. Or just let me know if there's something else you need. That goes for all of you. I like you lot, just say the word folks." He smiled and departed with the Aasimar.

Walking with just Morwinyon now, Alekos let some of his facade of non-fatigue drop. Not entirely though. "It was certainly something... Not something I'd want to repeat many times. Please don't borrow more nights of that crap from the universe." He shuddered ever so slightly. "You seem like a pretty smart guy, Morwinyon. You think it might be related to whatever that group, Fenrick, Anders and the bunch, faced off against?"

Gryphon makes his way down to the common room with the rest of the group were at. "Another nice night filled with nightmares in my head,Fen if you don't mind  I will go shopping with you. Might find a few things I need still, not to mention am running out of bolts>" Looks around at everybody else, "It seems many of you had a simialar night as I did."

Anders tried not to look skeptical as he slowly took the pearl. "Alright. If that's true, then...thank you." He slid Fenrick's 25 gold across the table to Alekos. "Since it's a group item and I won't be buying it, here is what Fenrick put in." He took out 25 of his own gold and slid that over as well. "And here is the portion I was going to ante up."

He glanced at Sora and gave a nod, the barest ghost of a smile on his lips. "That would be fine with me, lady. Our first stop will be a place called 'Antiques and Artifacts', which sounds like a good place to start!"

Sora smiled at Anders as he spoke. "Antiques and artifacts...sounds like a interesting place."

She looks at the others with a shrug. "Makes me wish i had more gold and more curious."

She straightened her robe and looked at the man. "Lead the way master Anders"

"You misunderstand Anders, the pearl is a gift. But if you've the gold to spare, perhaps the lass could borrow against it in order to get something from your antique shop eh?" The half elf smile but did not take the money before he had got up to leave with the Aasimar.
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"Don't mind at all Gryphon, let's go".

Fenrick shook his head and laughed at the apparently "hot potato" gold he had given as he walked away from the table.

"Thanks. But what looks like smart is just enough training to know when to come in from the rain and what to do when you can't."

He paused and pondered the question. "I don't really know enough about their quest to save the mentor to say if these things are connected. But I do not trust that these foul shared dreams will merely go away on their own. Hopefully this is the kind of problem that can be fixed by finding the source and making it stop."

It did not take much time to reach The Chapel of the Keep. Once inside Morwinyon politely asked to meet with either the acolytes or the curate, whoever was available.

"You see that, that right there, that's something that not everybody has. Knowing when to get out of the rain or whatever." Then he thought about what Morwinyon said about stopping the nightmares at the source and fell mostly silent but still carried on the walk with a little less feigned energy the further they got from the tavern.

Once at the chapel Alekos let his companion do the talking. The contemplative fellow was after all the one that wanted to be here. Alekos was just along for the company. He stifled a yawn and looked about the chapel without moving all that much. His hands rested on his belt as he gazed about at everything with his shirt open just enough that the hint of gold scales could be seen as he shifted this way and that. There was a different energy about him here from that at the tavern. It wasn't so much that he didn't like being in a religious place so much as he didn't really know how to act, so he mostly just stood about and waited.

"You see that Tortle anywhere?"

It is a crowded, busy shop, not with people, but with miscellaneous trinkets and objects that spill out of the building on the street in front. You realize this is more a pawn shop than anything. An older leathered gentleman comes to greet you. “Why hello, I heard we had adventures in the keep, it only takes a minute for you lot to make it my way. Always do. Browse about, if you find anything you like let me know. Oh, and don’t mind the goblin, he helps me with cleaning and organizing, and don’t worry he is under an enchantment won’t do you any harm.” The man stumbles away cursing to himself that he didn’t make the pathways wider.

Most of what the man has collected seem like mundane trinkets and bobbles for collectors and keepsakes. There are many jars of pickled and preserved ingredients for spells, and potions. He has mounds of books, scrolls, and papers that may hold something interesting, but would take hours to look through.

There are a few interesting items to note, towards the back closer to his workbench where he busily reads and takes notes on something. The things you both are looking for are not here.

***

Entering the building a small chime goes off. Inside everything is clean, the decorations perfect and properly placed. Walking inside the first floor is set up as a shop. About 12 items are placed within the shop each expertly set visually with exact lighting.

As you begin to browse two tall slender beautiful people come down the stairs. “Good Morning, and pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Proclus, and this is my wife Camilia. These are this month's wares, we switch things up to give a fresh look. If there is anything, in particular, you are looking for, we may have upstairs or we can arrange to get it for you.”

Towards the back two bookshelves have various books, scrolls, and arcane instruments. Camilia politely excuses herself and goes back upstairs. While Proclus hits in a chair close to the entrance and reads a book.

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(OOC)

 I will do the church next, my daughter is crying and needs me.

Fenrick looks over to Gryphon, "Well, I don't see what I'm looking for here.  Must need the Provisions store next door...  Anything you care to look at before we move on?"
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The church is older then The Keep itself, built first while the The citadel and Keep was built around it. The granite is old moss growing in between the blocks and plants overgrown climbing the building. Four large stained glass windows on at each side of building.

As the two enter they see different Altars for various Gods. Toward the back rows of pews face a large statue of Torm.

Standing to the side is a Tortle quietly talked with a gentle faced man.

Sora smiles at the man and lady in introduction, shyly smiling. The sorcoress, new to town, decided to let Anderrs do the talking, so she browsed the shop of items of interest.

She shows interest in any wands or magical items, but decides to ket Anders do his thing first.
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When Gryphon is ready to move on (ooc sounds like he's waiting to buy stuff?), Fenrick will move on  to Mountain Provisions in hopes of finding what he's looking for.

As he opens the door, he says to Gryphon "Hopefully this store works out better..."

"Lead on, I am ready and have your  back."

Anders entered the building with Sora and looked around casually, but was soon distracted by the appearance of the shop owners. He favored them with a friendly smile. "Good day to you! I am Anders Greyven. It's a pleasure to meet you." He paused and turned towards Sora to let her introduce herself if she chose.

Then he turned back to the two shopkeeps and got down to business. "Yes. I am a Wizard and I am looking to purchase spells, especially the Identify spell, if that is something you have to offer."

Sora, At Anders side, was younger than Anders. She smiled, a half a step behind the man. "My name is Sora....nice to meet you." she said simply, letting Anders take the man take the lead, as she looked at the items of the store.

As Morwinyon and Alekos enter the can see a female tortle speaking to a man in hushed tones.  A word here and there can be made out: Bones...Tortle...lizardfolk...War...

They hardly knew each other but Morwinyon seemed relaxed here in a house of worship, more at home here than he'd been at the local tavern. "That must be her." He commented rather obviously.

He walked his way softly through the space until they were obviously within talking distance of the pair and waited until they looked his way. "Pardon our interruption. I am Morwinyon, this is my new friend Alekos. Are you Chelonia? We met some of your companions at the tavern last night. They're off in town doing some shopping now. But we have come to seek some enlightenment regarding last night's round of nightmares. Did either of you experience them?"

"While it seems harsh to hope you had terrible disturbing dreams last night, I am hoping that maybe one of you has an idea about what might cause such a thing. Or where we should go to learn more of what might cause it. Clearly, something like this must be stopped."

Alekos, in as casual a manner as he could muster, followed Morwinyon to the pair as well. He didn't have much to add seeing as Morwinyon had covered introductions but it was still a difficult thing for him to keep silence so he simply added. "Yup, what he said." While hooking a thumb to point the way of the Aasimar.

Soon after that his eyes shifted back to peering around at the whole of the place not lingering on anything in particular.

In reply to Anders Greyven (msg # 32):

“Oh yes, of course, we don’t have the spell for sale, but I would allow you to copy it from my spellbook for a fee. If you wish, I can take a look at the items you have, I will do it free of charge, of course knowing to expect your patronage.” He gives you a gentle smile. From his Ropes he produces a spellbook, not old,  torn, or mangled, a perfectly beautiful book, the spin looks fresh and untouched.
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In reply to Fenrick (Fen) Uther (msg # 30):

There are a few interesting items to note, towards the back closer to his workbench where he busily reads and takes notes on something. The things you both are looking for are not here.

Realizing this was not the store they needed, but definitely a store of interest. They go to Mountain Base Provisions, upon entering the store, they instantly know they are in the right place. Everything that an adventurer or adrenaline junkie could want is here, and more. A tall muscular Orc women wearing a tanktop showing most of her abdomen and “Yoga” pants, she looks like she recently opened the shop and just finished doing a workout. She doesn’t address you as you come in, fixed on making something to eat.

At the hearing of her name, Chelonia turns to the man who had spoken to her: "Yes, I am she.  As for the nightmares, of which I too have been afflicted, there are only a few creatures that I know of that are linked to dreams that may be behind them...if in fact it is a creature that is the cause of them.  I have heard of some Hag's that eat people while they sleep but that is usually quite quickly done and if this were the work of such a Hag it would have be a very patient one and have some other agenda for the delay.  The only other creature I can think of that is linked to dreams is what's unofficially called a Spirit Shaman...a dream walker of sorts.  The are trained to walk within the dreams of others and commune with their spirit.  This is the more likely of the two, but if so, I could not hazard a guess as to why it hasn't attempted to make direct contact within the dream.  As I said, it could also be something that I am not knowledgeable about...but are rather possibilities...?"