~ Miriah, Forge & Froud
"Well, if I understand my companions' intentions," Yara responds with a doubtful glance at the gnome, "They're interested in going back to get a ceremonial hammer from a huge dwarf. He came across it unlawfully and its original owners hired us to get it back. Unfortunately, we got distracted by the murderer. But with him behind bars, I think we should be good to give it another shot." The barmaid returned her gaze to the wizardess. "What do you say?"
~ Aerandir
As Lartis seemed preoccupied, Aerandir left him to his own devices to follow Piper. She led him through winding cobbled streets, deeper into the slums of the Cockscombe district. Beggars lined the stinking, narrow roads, and a brown layer of grime and dirt seemed to cover everything, even the people.
After a half hour of walking, Piper motioned to the fenced property before her and sighed. "This is the hall. It will need some work, but I'm confident it can be renovated into something more pleasing."
The iron-wrought fence that hemmed the land was covered in vines that obscured the view within the yard. Nevertheless, Aery thought he could make out the muted, drab foliage of an overgrown and untended garden that nearly engulfed the dark skeleton of a large three-story building.
Seonaid said:Miriah smiles in female companionship and shakes her hand surprisingly firmly. "Glad to meet you. I'm Miriah. What have you all got planned next? I can't wait to get started!"
"Well, if I understand my companions' intentions," Yara responds with a doubtful glance at the gnome, "They're interested in going back to get a ceremonial hammer from a huge dwarf. He came across it unlawfully and its original owners hired us to get it back. Unfortunately, we got distracted by the murderer. But with him behind bars, I think we should be good to give it another shot." The barmaid returned her gaze to the wizardess. "What do you say?"
~ Aerandir
As Lartis seemed preoccupied, Aerandir left him to his own devices to follow Piper. She led him through winding cobbled streets, deeper into the slums of the Cockscombe district. Beggars lined the stinking, narrow roads, and a brown layer of grime and dirt seemed to cover everything, even the people.
After a half hour of walking, Piper motioned to the fenced property before her and sighed. "This is the hall. It will need some work, but I'm confident it can be renovated into something more pleasing."
The iron-wrought fence that hemmed the land was covered in vines that obscured the view within the yard. Nevertheless, Aery thought he could make out the muted, drab foliage of an overgrown and untended garden that nearly engulfed the dark skeleton of a large three-story building.