[sblock=Audra's Side Trip]Logically, Audra's path should take her directly to Master Hallaran, and so it did. Weaving through traffic, a glance here or there at her due to her wet clothing, she makes not for The Planks, but for Incudine. Here she quietly walked through an number of merchants and customers, as well as passers through and the occasional member of the City Guard. A nondescript two story building is where her feet lead her. She passes through the doorway and stops. A shop fileds the entry space, a doorway to each side covered by simple curtains. Audra nodded to the Gnome who turned a gaze up to her from a book over which he had been pouring. He smiled at her and went back to his book as she turn left and passed through the curtain. The room through which she then passed was lined with shelves, containing tomes and scrolls, mostly organized, but a few seemingly scattered here and there. Three young apprentices were seated at a low table, each with a scroll unfurlled before them on their left, and on their right, a blank parchment to which they were copying the contents of the scrolls. Audra noted this, a smile of memory as she passed to the end of this room, where a spiral staircase led up to the upper floor. Once atop the stairs, she took a sharp right, where a Dwarf, sipping from a mug, sat at a table. His eyes raised and he took her in.
In the name of all the Gods of Venza, are you advertising or did you get dunked?
Audra laughed, shrugging her backpack from her shoulder and bowing to the Dwarf, who returned the bow.
I took a bit of a swim in the river. Master Hallaran can fill you in on the details if you're curious, once I've spoken with him. It is the...soaked state of my person which brings me to you, Nemetz.
The Dwarf sighs, placing his mug on the table. He walks around and sizes Audra up, spinning around her once before nodding.
I see. Ya know, as many times as I've had to replace your clothing, you aren't the worst on it.
The Dwarf expounds on this by telling more than one tale to Audra as he struggled for, and finally located, a matching outfit, pants and tunic, that he thinks will fit her. He pointed to a privacy screen, to which Audra stepped. The wet clothing was tossed over the screen landing with a dull splut in a long basket Nemetz had placed before the screen. The Dwarf had a good laugh, sipping from his mug as Audra got into the new outfit. She stepped out, the simple material, dyed a light blue with light green accents clinging to her body in the right places, and in other places, nice and loose. The pants ended near the bottoms of her calves, the sleeves tied off just below her elbows. The neckline is a bit open, exposing the glint of silver against her fair skin and freckles. Brown soft boots, which come up to just over her ankles, complete the look.
Not a color scheme i would have chosen, but it does sort of look nice. Thank you.
She bows politely and crossed to where her pack sat, undisturbed. This she shrugged to her shoulder and sh eturned a smile to the Dwarf.
Next time I come by, it'll be just to hear more of your stories.
Good. I could use a drinking buddy from time to time!
He saluted her with his mug and she departed. It was a short walk to the office of Master Hallaran.
Welcome back, Audra. I had heard you were home, and I hear some tale of a dip in the river.
Audra stopped inside the doorway, a formal bow, held through this greeting.
Indeed, Master. The ship upon which I returned with one of those who traveled to Martna at the behest of the Guard was carrying a most unusual cargo.
She knelt and soon found a bowl of hot stew and a plate of bread delivered on a short tray and placed before her. She thanked the young half-elf girl who delivered her food and started in on her tale. Master Hallaran sat quietly until she completed her tale with the dive to retrieve the dragon's body.
Probably for the best that the beasts were killed. If they had gotten into the city proper they could have caused no end of misery and mischief. I know Phedilo, though we have not spoken in some weeks. If he seeks your assistance then by all means, I suggest you render aid. I will tell you how to find his shop.
Audra nodded and listened carefully to Master Hallaran's direction.
Thank you, Master. I will head there immediately.
I need you to make one side trip. Gandeely at the shop has a small pouch, our payment for a recent shipment of cloth we received. Deliver it to the shop up and over three on your way.
Audra stood and bowed. Dismissed, she shrugged her backpack on and reversed her course. After a pause to retrieve the bag from the Gnome at the shopfront, she veered into traffic again. Finding the shop, she paused long enough to make the payment, and to eye a cloak hanging on one wall of the small tent that served as the shop. She turned then, into the flow of traffic and began reciting softly to herself, the directions Master Hallaran had provided her to the shop of Phedilo.[/sblock]
[sblock=Qik]I figure, all in all, that'd cover a couple of hours or so. That'll put her back at Phedilo's shop when you're ready to write her in.[/sblock]
