Kurinost - Shops, Smoked Fish, and a Brief Warning about Kender
17 Gildember 348 AC
“Never Sun Kid, huh. Fair enough. Let’s catch with the others “Butch." Always good to have a nickname for these," Shadow raises both hands and crooks the first two fingers of each, “Special Military Operations." Shadow puts his hood up in dramatic fashion and steps up his pace to catch Ra’ziir.
Cassidy bounds along down the street, eagerly looking into shop windows and pointing things out to Shadow. Each time the kender draws close to a door, the shopkeeper closes it quickly after retreating inside.
It doesn't take long for them to reach Ra’ziir in front of Corym's smoked fish store. He approaches the black-robed bladesinger and smiles, extending one hand, "Hello!"
Shadow hangs back with the Kender and let Ra’ziir take the lead. He chimes in about fishing and me
Cassidy bounds along down the street, eagerly looking into shop windows and pointing things out to Shadow. Each time the kender draws close to a door, the shopkeeper closes it quickly after retreating inside.
It doesn't take long for them to reach Ra’ziir in front of Corym's smoked fish store. He approaches the black-robed bladesinger and smiles, extending one hand, "Hello!"
Shadow hangs back with the Kender and let Ra’ziir take the lead. He chimes in about fishing and me
ntions that the party already has some bait, patting the Cassidy on the head. “I hear Dragon turtles love them.” He winks at the kender, "Only teasing."
Corym laughs, "Dragon turtles? There hasn't been a sighting in centuries. I'm not sure there ARE any dragons anymore. Not that I'm complaining."
Kysek continuously keeps an eye on Cassidy without drawing attention. Whether he observes himself or uses Bubo to watch him; it is clear based on the reaction of Ornforithalis we shouldn’t trust the little scamp.
The guard captain, his eyes lingering on "Butch", signals for five of his men to keep a close watch on this "kender". He tells Kysek that there are few creatures more dangerous than an unsupervised Kender. "They are not malicious. Their society condemns theft but lack more than a rudimentary understanding at best of personal property. Anything not nailed down will inevitably find its way into a Kender's pockets and when confronted, the little creatures will often be completely surprised to discover what they have acquired. It's like dealing with an overactive toddler." He sighs, "I arrested one a few years ago. It was probably the worst mistake of my life. Within minutes, the guard house was picked clean. I ended up letting him go, just to limit the damage to my mental well-being. As a whole, they are the most curious race I have ever encountered, with each answer prompting a deluge of 'whys' and 'what does this do'. It was the most maddening twelve minutes of my life."
“And now this one has been invited to join us for the long haul? I wish you’d have mentioned this before he became Shadow's mascot.” Kysek replies. “Perhaps we should tether the two as to limit the inconvenience to the rest of us,” he adds, flashing a brief smile.
The guard captain shrugs, "Not much we can do about it now. I guess we should see what Shadow was talking about when he said we were going fishing."
Grotto goes to the first shop he finds and asks the shopkeeper for any magical potions.
The elf behind the counter looks around at the assorted flags and pennants hanging on the walls and shakes his head. "Sir, here at Phraan's Fine Flags, we sell flags, not potions. If you want a mageware store, head toward the center of town.
Cedron stays with the group and keeps a sharp eye on the direction Grotto wandered. He moves to catch up with the Dwarf hoping to learn about the natural remedies he may have discovered.
Before leaving the store, Grotto asks where he may find a store dealing in herbs and roots he can use to make nonmagical salves and ointments. "If my grandmother was able to use these concoctions to heal my cuts and scrapes, hopefully these will help us as well. Although, I fear we will have wounds that will be greater that the cut and scrape variety!" Grotto says to the shop keeper. Grotto walks shop to shop with the same questions going to find alchemical and first aid supplies.
After completing the rounds in the shop he catches up to Raz at the docks. He asks him what he found while looking about.
“Grotto, wait up!” says Cedron. “I think it wise for us healers to compare notes. We’ve tried contacting the divine for healing magic but I haven't yet tried using music to heal. I have a bit of skill with natural healing. Have you discovered some local herbs or poultices that might work to stabilize someone," the minstrel-priest asks Grotto.
Grotto turns, "No leads yet. The flag and banner shopkeep said to try more towards the town center. I'm going to try that direction and see if I can find anything. I can make herbal salves that can aid in healing but nothing like the instant rejuvenation we would get from Hanseath's blessing. It will be up to our bodies' natural healing factors to mend wounds, I'm afraid! What of your healing methods? Can you sing us a lovely song as we are in deaths throes to aid our passing?" Grotto chuckles at his dark joke but the concern that the joke may come true is written on Grotto's face.
“Music heals the soul and hence the body, my friend. Have faith that the vibrations of Hanseath’s fury could soothe even you through my my voice. For music knows no god and all gods, and I am but a conduit of their voice," replies the minstrel-priest to his friend.
“If Malazzarr cannot hear my prayers, then I shall sing until he hears my songs!”
"Then we may have a chance yet. Come with me to the next shop. Maybe they will be more forthcoming about any healing components to you than me. I get a feeling they don't care for a dwarf here. Ask about potions and alchemic ingredients. After they show you what they may have I'll come and see what may be helpful. We can canvas a few shops that look like they may have these sorts of things. The flag store said there was a mageware store near. Let's try there for sure!" Grotto says as he leads Ced to the first shop near the square.
Corym laughs, "Dragon turtles? There hasn't been a sighting in centuries. I'm not sure there ARE any dragons anymore. Not that I'm complaining."
Kysek continuously keeps an eye on Cassidy without drawing attention. Whether he observes himself or uses Bubo to watch him; it is clear based on the reaction of Ornforithalis we shouldn’t trust the little scamp.
The guard captain, his eyes lingering on "Butch", signals for five of his men to keep a close watch on this "kender". He tells Kysek that there are few creatures more dangerous than an unsupervised Kender. "They are not malicious. Their society condemns theft but lack more than a rudimentary understanding at best of personal property. Anything not nailed down will inevitably find its way into a Kender's pockets and when confronted, the little creatures will often be completely surprised to discover what they have acquired. It's like dealing with an overactive toddler." He sighs, "I arrested one a few years ago. It was probably the worst mistake of my life. Within minutes, the guard house was picked clean. I ended up letting him go, just to limit the damage to my mental well-being. As a whole, they are the most curious race I have ever encountered, with each answer prompting a deluge of 'whys' and 'what does this do'. It was the most maddening twelve minutes of my life."
“And now this one has been invited to join us for the long haul? I wish you’d have mentioned this before he became Shadow's mascot.” Kysek replies. “Perhaps we should tether the two as to limit the inconvenience to the rest of us,” he adds, flashing a brief smile.
The guard captain shrugs, "Not much we can do about it now. I guess we should see what Shadow was talking about when he said we were going fishing."
Grotto goes to the first shop he finds and asks the shopkeeper for any magical potions.
The elf behind the counter looks around at the assorted flags and pennants hanging on the walls and shakes his head. "Sir, here at Phraan's Fine Flags, we sell flags, not potions. If you want a mageware store, head toward the center of town.
Cedron stays with the group and keeps a sharp eye on the direction Grotto wandered. He moves to catch up with the Dwarf hoping to learn about the natural remedies he may have discovered.
Before leaving the store, Grotto asks where he may find a store dealing in herbs and roots he can use to make nonmagical salves and ointments. "If my grandmother was able to use these concoctions to heal my cuts and scrapes, hopefully these will help us as well. Although, I fear we will have wounds that will be greater that the cut and scrape variety!" Grotto says to the shop keeper. Grotto walks shop to shop with the same questions going to find alchemical and first aid supplies.
After completing the rounds in the shop he catches up to Raz at the docks. He asks him what he found while looking about.
“Grotto, wait up!” says Cedron. “I think it wise for us healers to compare notes. We’ve tried contacting the divine for healing magic but I haven't yet tried using music to heal. I have a bit of skill with natural healing. Have you discovered some local herbs or poultices that might work to stabilize someone," the minstrel-priest asks Grotto.
Grotto turns, "No leads yet. The flag and banner shopkeep said to try more towards the town center. I'm going to try that direction and see if I can find anything. I can make herbal salves that can aid in healing but nothing like the instant rejuvenation we would get from Hanseath's blessing. It will be up to our bodies' natural healing factors to mend wounds, I'm afraid! What of your healing methods? Can you sing us a lovely song as we are in deaths throes to aid our passing?" Grotto chuckles at his dark joke but the concern that the joke may come true is written on Grotto's face.
“Music heals the soul and hence the body, my friend. Have faith that the vibrations of Hanseath’s fury could soothe even you through my my voice. For music knows no god and all gods, and I am but a conduit of their voice," replies the minstrel-priest to his friend.
“If Malazzarr cannot hear my prayers, then I shall sing until he hears my songs!”
"Then we may have a chance yet. Come with me to the next shop. Maybe they will be more forthcoming about any healing components to you than me. I get a feeling they don't care for a dwarf here. Ask about potions and alchemic ingredients. After they show you what they may have I'll come and see what may be helpful. We can canvas a few shops that look like they may have these sorts of things. The flag store said there was a mageware store near. Let's try there for sure!" Grotto says as he leads Ced to the first shop near the square.
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