"Brue? I guess any name is better than nothing," Coinmaster Cooper said with a slight sign of distaste.
"Well Brue, I assumed you would want to speak with Randal at some point. That's Randal Greycastle, retired paladin and knight of the Champions Vigilant, one of Helm's martial orders."
| GM: | Roll 1d20 for information on Helm (and possibly the Champions Vigilant) |
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Rising from the chair, the Coinmaster continued,
"Tracking him down shouldn't be a problem. Unlike most of the townsfolk, Greycastle doesn't spend any time at the tavern. Teetotaler that one... so he should be at his house. I can give you the directions." Pausing, the cleric looked the woman over,
"But before I let you leave, we've got to do something about your clothing."
For the first time, Brue gave a thought to what she was wearing: a torn and stained arming coat and a pair of breeches.
"That's not going to cut it. Unfortunately, the only clothing I have in your size are priest's vestments, so unless you happen to be a Waukeenar in disguise, that heresy simply won't do." Cooper chuckled as if he had said something funny.
Leading Brue out of her room and into Commerce House proper, the Coinmaster made a beeline toward a door at the end of the hallway. Rolling thunder boomed in the background.
"Back when we had more adherents, Commerce House employed several guards. We may have a suit of armor that might fit you."
The door opened on a closet. Resting on a shelf was a breastplate of well-crafted, boiled leather armor. The armor was made for a man, but one somewhat larger than Brue, so she was able to fit into it, just to the left of uncomfortable.
"That should do until you find something more suitable. Oh! Take this cloak too, it should help keep the rain from soaking you too badly." The priest fished a dark grey cloak from off a peg at the back of the closet and handed it to Brue.
Pausing for a second, the Coimaster drew in a breath and continued,
"You probably think I forgot your other question, but I haven't. Now, you have to understand that Greycastle's intentions were good. His sole reason for bringing you back here was to save your life. He had no way to know that the captain of Kirgard was going to send a company of soldiers a half's day ride behind him to establish a quarantine of Mosstone. But that's what we're facing right now... even if you wanted to leave, you couldn't. At least not until the disease runs its course."
She cast her eyes over to the window and thought. Outside, the brewing storm whipped tree tops; the wind had picked up. The tempest eddied, brewing unrest. "Brue. You can call me Brue." She returned her gaze to the priest. The name felt foreign. She shuddered. 
