Toric_Arthendain
Explorer
With the bell purchased and retrieved, Myst turns to Antares. "Lead on, friend. I believe you said the Pottery was next? Let's get this done as I am anxious to question Anna's friend about when she last saw her."
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"Impressive," admits the starry-robed mage, though he half-suspects a portion of that speed was born out of a petty desire not to let him discourse at length on the mysterious wonders of magical knowledge. He carefully accepts the coppery item, wisely pinching the ringer between thumb and forefinger so it will *not* ring.Muzdim removes the bell with methodical expertise. It is apparent that he could dismantle the whole shop if you gave him enough time. And build it elsewhere. "Yer bell" he says, handing the thing to Antares. "Don't we have a gal to find too?"
"A moment, if you please?" That worthy takes the time to unscrew the scrollcase at his waist, polished bone inset with colorful ceramic pieces, and build a nest for the bell with one of the blank parchment he finds there before deliberately re-sealing the lid over protective darkness... "There, it is done. So, what happened to the planned searching of master Jorgen's store?" mildly inquires Antares of his companions as he starts walking left, towards their new destination.With the bell purchased and retrieved, Myst turns to Antares. "Lead on, friend. I believe you said the Pottery was next? Let's get this done as I am anxious to question Anna's friend about when she last saw her."
Muzdim awaits for the elf to take any actions, and simply nods to the woman. He keeps his sturdy arms folded around his chest, with a face that denotes mildly annoyance. Nothing new on the cleric's side of things.
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