Re: Chapter Two: Strange Happenings at the Branch Farm
Looking thru the spell book, Delta's eyes light up at the basics of ventriloquism. She runs her fingers over the page, and her lips move, just a little, as she reads.
"I think I can learn this one, given time."
She thrills over the cooking gear, and dips the tip of her pinky into the spices, one at a time, for a sample, keeping a glass of apple cider, at hand, to cleanse the palate.
"Can anyone think of a good use for the dog-paw brand, I sure can't, but it seems a shame to waste it."
She admires the necklaces, but doesn't want one. They are pretty though. She loves the tents, which are quite roomy on the inside for her. Unless told otherwise, she will take the best of the new short swords to keep at home, as a back up.
Not wanting to be rude to their hosts, she asks Tanyl when they aren't about, "Who pays us? There is two hundred gold on top of this stuff we found, minus Thar's ten percent."
As things wind down, she heats up the venison stew for a late dinner, but holds the new spices back until she has a chance to experiment with them. There should be enough for everyone, even the Branchs should they want some. While she doesn't impose, she does rather hope for some apple tarts or some such for dessert.