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Will the party be purchasing two wands of Cure Light Wounds and the Bag of Holding Type I then? Going once...

Calenthang doesn't notice any slight if one was intended; some people like to save the best for last... He doesn't say anything while the bard goes on with the show. Most likely the whole thing was rehearsed to further embed the adventurers in whatever trap the orator had in store for them. The...

If the right person haggles with Syrriel, the party can afford any of the items she has out for purchase. A character's Charisma modifier goes a long way, as do personal relationships and the like. Current Party Funds: Platinum - 7 Gold - 2081 Silver - 868 Copper - 1047

~ The Adventurers ~ The naturally chaotic Harper bard just nods at Hrolf and Tyr's blessing, not realizing that Harad informed the young cleric of how little she actually did. She turns from the party while they converse and brings a few choice items out from behind the counter. An exquisitely...

Assuming Dowkan and Nae'talis have joined Hrolf... ~ The Adventurers ~ Strictly business... Syrriel keeps herself from slumping in relief. "There'll be no need for that, Hrolf," she says, standing up a bit straighter and managing a regal air. "This is my associate, Sabriel. She is a student of...

Calenthang wears a wry grin as he sheaths his sword and watches the others file into the cottage. He enters last and positions himself close to Dunstand in an unconscious display of favoritism; the rogue's witticism earned him that much.

~ Hrolf & Sabriel ~ Syrriel stares at Sabriel expectantly - if she were less refined, she might be on the edge of her seat - until Hrolf barges into the room causing her ward against eavesdropping to dissipate. She turns to the cleric with her mouth agape, but quickly closes it when she...

Calenthang draws his sword and goes to stand beside Dunstand, out of view of the doorway. The warrior is clearly pleased with Dunstand's straight-forward tactics.

~ Sabriel ~ Syrriel ignores the aasimar's obsequiousness, but brightens at her conveniently placed, insightful question. "I do not know. Truly a dilemma," she says in a monotone. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of a third wall being broken is heard. "Maybe you could join the party going to...

Calenthang doesn't bother trying to understand why Teleri's magic would work better at night; the undead don't stop being undead during the day. He does however perk up at the scent of fear coming off of the priestess. Let's get this charade over with! he thinks to himself, waving a hand to...

~ Sabriel ~ Sabriel notices Syrriel glance at her quickly out of the corner of her eye. "Yes, exactly." Wizzop sits down on an ottoman, chomping loudly on a green apple. "I've never been to Silverymoon before. I've spent most of my life in the Dalelands, out west. I hear Silverymoon is a...

~ The Adventurers ~ Harad nods at Hrolf, impressed he was looking at the issue from all angles. "That is what you must always consider before making the decision, Hrolf. Discretion is as much a responsibility as it is a privilege." Harad looks confused when Hrolf asks for his blessing. "You...

~ Sabriel ~ More like she doesn't know just how bad the situation is herself... "Things have been quiet since Tyr took over," Syrriel says, waving Wizzop to hurry with the food. The halfling entered with a proud look stamped on his cherubic features, but now that his thunder has been taken, he...

~ Sabriel ~ "Why exactly are you here, Sabriel?" she asks slowly, easing herself in a chair across from the aasimar. Syrriel thought the Harpers had finally gotten sick of her never showing up to meetings and making reports on her findings and sent the student of lore to deliver a summons...

~ Sabriel ~ It's glaringly obvious that Syrriel doesn't like what she's hearing from the younger bard. Sabriel does however succeed in mistakenly convincing the Harper agent into believing Sabriel is putting on a show, and a good one at that. Sabriel is a pleasant enough person that Syrriel...

~ Dowkan & Nae'talis ~ The dwarf and mage leave Sunder gawking at how well they seemed to know each other after such a short time and head toward the garrison. When they enter, Nae'talis leads them to where the trial took place. The doors are open now, and the only people inside are Hrolf and...

~ Syrriel ~ "You certainly have grown presumptuous since I last spoke to you," she says, eyeing Nae'talis' expeditious retreat. She turns her head slowly back to Sabriel and studies her with a furrowed brow. Old friend? I can't have known of the girl for more than ten years... Half her life...

~ Nae'talis & Sabriel ~ "No, no, Sabriel. There will be no need for you to leave," she says, pointing sternly at a furnished chair in the middle of the room. The envoy may have the backing of a High Harper, but she was still a student and probably still subject to Syrriel's authority... Maybe.

~ Nae'talis & Sabriel ~ "Just as Sun Elves are stereotyped by their race, Thayan's are stereotyped by their culture," Syrriel says as she comes out of the back room with her hands full. She looks at both of the adventurers with a reproving sneer for their racial slurs. They remembered that Sun...

Nae'talis recognizes that Sabriel is far too comely to be a normal human and must be an Aasimar. Tracing her bloodline from there proves too difficult at a glance. He knows what she is, but not much else, in other words.