Though it has been years since Arden spent any time in the city she looks at the directions to find Kelper and those to Fhelid's shop and will first head off to whichever is closer. She tucks the folded paper into her sleeve and inclines her head to Marda.
"Thank you once again. And, ah..., how should we make contact with your suppliers?"
Once Arden gets the needed information, Kleb asks, "Mind if we take care of the equipment first? I don't want us to have to be carrying all of this around in case we run into another ambush."
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"Don't worry about that just yet," Marda says in reference to the suppliers. "Come and see me when you are ready to leave town and I will give you all the information you need."
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Fhelid's Arms, Armor, and Exotic Weaponry is only a few blocks away as luck would have it. And a fantastic place it is. Swords, axes, hammers, maces, war pikes, polearms, shields, and armor of all kinds line the walls and even hang from ceilings, many you have never seen and a few you have never even heard of. There are a couple of other customers, and two salesmen, a stout halfing and a tall, slim man, wear red leather jerkins to indicate their status. A sign by the door states clearly in bold letters "ALL SALES FINAL." The halfling, who has shoulder-length red hair with bouncy curls and a flush complexion approaches you with a broad smile as you enter. "Be trading in today shall we?" he asks, clearly noting the armloads of armor and weapons you carry.
"Yes, sir," Kleb says politely to the halfling. He helps place the great axe, two short swords, two suits of leather armor, and two bucklers on the counter.
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I have a suit of scale mail armor to sell. Do either of you want to keep it for your characters? Barbarian has first dibs.
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The halfling has a careful look over the equipment. He murmurs to himself as he does so. "Hmm, no, no, this is no good. Hmm, lessee. Err, this is bloodied," catching your eye, he lets out a tiny gasp and a smile, then says, "No need to worry, sir. Here at Fhelid's we ask no questions. Nothing but business. But unfortunately, this armor is hardly what I would call mint condition and the weapons are a bit banged up. I'll give you 45 Sols* for the whole lot. Final offer. Whadja say?"
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In Narovan, the Sol is the gold currency, the Luna is the silver currency, the Drab is the copper currency, and the Celeste is the platinum currency. Narovian and Dardessian currency alike are accepted in the region. Currencies from outside the region are viewed with distrust and typically trade for 10% their value.
"Thank you, sir. That's a satisfactory price and I also appreciate your discretion in this matter," Kleb says as he gives the halfling an understanding nod. "Once we are done here can you point me to a merchant that I may be able to purchase a pack, rations, and rope from?"
OOC: I intend to split the gold and silver among the PCs. The 55 gp and 40 sp should split evenly among them as 11 gp and 8 sp.
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The halfling delightedly shakes Kleb's hand to seal the deal, gathers up the merchandise, then carefully counts out 45 Sols, handing them over when he is finished. "A pleasure sir. And please feel free to browse the fine weaponry and armor we have available. I notice you carry an axe. Perhaps you might be interested in this little number," he says, guiding you over to a rack where an interesting type of polearm is displayed. Although it has a broad axe-head, there is also a very sharp spike at the end. "One of our more exotic treats," the halfling says, beaming, "the heavy poleaxe combines the versatility of an axe with the strength of a polearm. Useful for setting against a charge and striking your foes at a distance. Can be swung like an axe or thrust like a spear. A marvelous tool for the skilled warrior. And at 20 Sols, its an absolute steal!"
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The heavy poleaxe is a medium-sized exotic weapon with reach, 2d6 damage, and a critical multiplier of x3. It can deal slashing or piercing damage, but not both at once. When a piercing attack is readied against a charge it does double damage.
Arden will wander around and idly look at the weapons and armor while Kleb bargains with the halfling. She has little interest in the items but also doesn't want to interfere with the haggling.
No, sir. I'll trust myself to my axe, but thank you." With that Kleb leaves to purchase some small supplies for the road.
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That equipment is all readily available at a provisions store for the standard prices listed in the PH. Simply note the changes on your character sheet in the Rogue's Gallery.
Also, I haven't heard from hafrogman in a while, so I will NPC his character for the time being.
"Um, before we head off elsewhere, perhaps we could stop back at the inn. I seem to have misplaced my knapsack," the dwarf says.
Agreeing amongst you that it wouldn't take long to fetch the dwarf's knapsack, you return to the Crookside Inn. When you enter, the innkeeper is absolutely beside himself. "You survived!" he cries in astonishment, "Well Lawgiver bless me soul, but I thought ye were goners. Oh!" he perks up as if suddenly remembering something, then moves behind the bar to retrieve something. "Master dwarf, I believe you left this here last night. Well, all's well that ends well isn't it? Tell me, what happened after you left. There was an awful ruckus coming from outside and someone banged on my door, but of course it was too dangerous te open doncha see, so I was left quite in the dark as te yer fates. I even went oot lookin' this mornin' te see if there be any trace of ye, but found only blood stains a few alleys away."
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This is also Michael's opportunity to jump in as he can overhear the conversation.
"Well, Olindar..." begins Arden. She snaps her mouth closed and presses her lips tightly together, crosses her arms, and peers intently at the innkeep. Was he involved? Her head jerks in a minute shake; she couldn't tell.
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She smiles at the man and forces herself to relax. "We survived. I should have listened to you; it was quite foolish running out after your friend. Krethan, wasn't it? I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that she survived as well."
Kleb purchases a week's worth of rations, waterskin, backpack, flint and steel, 4 torches, and a coil of rope for the trip before they leave the marketplace (character sheet updated). He also hands the suit of scale mail to the party barbarian, Kylest, since he could most benefit.
When Arden speaks Kleb follows her lead, "Yes, that's correct. We saw her briefly and she seemed well enough. It was pretty dark out in much of those alleys and darned if my clumsy self didn't bump into quite a few things. It's this bum leg, you see. And that was us banging on the door, but do not worry. We were able to hide ourselves through the night and remain safe."
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"Thank you," Kylest grunts, for now resisting the urge to go through his knapsack and make sure everything is there.
"I must say I'm still in a wee bit o' shock to see that ye all are looking so well. Except for you, master dwarf. My, but ye're garments 're all bloodied!"
Unable to think of anything else, Kylest mutters, "Must've slipped in the streets."
Olindar makes a queer look at the dwarf, but shakes his head and continues, "An' ye say Krethan survived as well? It be a miracle from the Lawgiver, 'tis true. A cause for celebration methinks. Will ye have a draught of whiskey with me before ye go?"
At this, Olindar pulls out several cups and a clay jug from behind the counter, pouring you each a small bit. "Cheers!" he says with a smile, taking a short swig from the jug himself.
"Cheers!" Kleb shouts back heartily and gives the cup a quick swig. He takes the opportunity to get closer to Michael, then his face grows somewhat serious.
He asks just above a whisper, "I'm sorry, but I noticed you here last night. When we left we were ambushed by the woman we followed and planned to help. I'm not sure why she was after us as most of us are new in the town, but she was surely determined. Is there anything you can tell us about people acting strangely in this bar before or after our arrival?"
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Arden cautiously takes the little cup and downs the liquid. She coughs, hands the cup back to Olindar, and wipes her eyes. "Ah, thank you. I'm sure Kylest is glad you kept his bag safe. We'll be leaving..." She trails off as she sees Kleb has entered a private conversation with one of the inn's patrons.
"Cheers!" Kleb shouts back heartily and gives the cup a quick swig. He takes the opportunity to get closer to Michael, then his face grows somewhat serious.
He asks just above a whisper, "I'm sorry, but I noticed you here last night. When we left we were ambushed by the woman we followed and planned to help. I'm not sure why she was after us as most of us are new in the town, but she was surely determined. Is there anything you can tell us about people acting strangely in this bar before or after our arrival?"
"Not that I know of." Micheal whispers back "The bartender was rather shook up by all of this, but I didn't notice anything else."
Kylest downs the whiskey as well saying, "Thanks again." He then turns to leave with Arden and the others, but he is nearly bowled over by a pale woman with long silvery hair rushing inside. She is clearly wearied but still she dashes over to Olindar and speaks, as if gasping, "The Defender...where?"
Olindar looks a bit startled and points over to Michael sitting by the fire. She makes a move over to him but collapses halfway onto the floor. Olindar lets out a wail and rushes to her side. As he calls for someone to get a towel and pitcher of water, you move closer to see she is barely breathing. One of the other patrons has fetched a pitcher of water and Olindar is now dabbing it gently onto her head while beckoning Michael closer. As he moves to her side, he grabs his hand. Her grip is firm, but failing. "Defender...must cast...neutralize...poison spell...the red...red-haired woman...she lied...this morning...fell ill..."
With these last words the woman passes out. Olindar orchestrates some of the other patrons to pick her up carefully and move her to a bed. He then looks seriously at Michael and asks, "Young one, do ye know the spell she speaks of?"
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