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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carnifex" data-source="post: 750672" data-attributes="member: 227">Glad to get out of the arguments with the others, Burl took Kale’s advice and went about appraising the gems and other items which he had some knowledge. After making notes, Burl turned to the group, “This is the best estimate of the items as far as I can tell.” Burl's quick estimate of the value of the silver and gems put the jewellry from the dragonkin at probably between one and two hundred pieces of gold; the box of gems from Cancer's desk, including many richly red-hued stones, at maybe one hundred and fifty; the box of lapis lazuli and sapphires from the seer, despite the small size of the individual stones, must be worth a significant amount and Burl could guess at at least five hundred pieces for it, if not more; and the silver bracers probably about two hundred and fifty.Wolf watched the back-and-forth claims impassively, indicating he'd take the dragonkin's enchanted mace since no-one else seemed to have shown any liking for it. There wasn't much left now on the table to be split; the sheaf of arrows, some potions and the pistol. He pushed the sheaf in the direction of kale and Sebastion. "You two can both handle a bow, can't you? Might as well divide these up between you as you see fit." Then the mercenary picked up the pistol by the barrel and held it out in a general offer to those gathered. "Anyone want this? Fairly well-made pistol, we've got plenty of powder for it at least though we'll need more shot." Smiling despite himself, Sebastion found himself eyeing the pistol with a careful gaze. He already had one, of course, though he'd not had the opportunity to use it yet. They weren't magical, he'd been assured - not that the prospect of magical missiles bothered him - but there was something... clean... about them. Without magic, without the dangerous associations that might go with the art, they could fling death a distance. And they looked good, too. "I have to look for shot for the other one," he reasoned, quietly, reaching for the pistol, "might as well make it the set."Wolf nodded. "Now, we really should be off before too long, but some of you probably still have one or two things to attend to in the city. I propose me, Kale and Sebastion head in to pick up anything you want, because we can be done fairly quickly and sending in someone with unusual coloured skin would draw unneeded attention - no offence to you blue-hued ladies but it's the way things are."No fair, thought Mel, but then when was being blue ever fair? She'd gone down into the stinking bowels of the city to help Kale scratch a certain dangerous itch of his, and no one had commanded her to stay out of sight then. Not when she was useful, oh no. Now she had her own business--catching up with Sandslipper and visiting the Temple of Naskha, though she could not have explained why this seemed important if anyone had asked--and Wolf was suddenly concerned about stirring up trouble with her hue. The ring of protection, though its silver band and white gem looked pretty on her finger like the moon in a summer night sky, was little comfort. She had so much wanted to go down to Tarravus. She looked over at Wyshira for some support. "No, you wanted men just go to town incognito without us to draw attention," she muttered with a long sigh. "Please check in on Sandslipper for me while you're in town. I'm very worried; she wasn't herself during the trip and she looked awful when we got here. And pick up some more acid for me from the alchemist's if you have time. You can take the gold from my share." She turned with a shrug to those who had volunteered, or been assigned, to confinement with her.Burl, hearing the mention of heading into town, asked, “Wolf, do you think you should sell off these baubles or do you think it would be better to keep them in their more portable state? If we do sell them, might I suggest that if we are to divide the proceeds among us that we also set up a share or two for the betterment of the group. That way we could make purchases from this fund such as provisions or healing magics.” A thought intruded into his mind, his familiar putting forwards its own idea. Food for me! “Oh, by the way. If I give you a small list of items, would you please pick them up for me in town.” Burl proceeds to write a small list of some grains and other minor items, handing it to Wolf. There, does that make you feel better Spike? Melisande, still unhappy at the fact she couldn't head into town, looked over to the necromancer. "Well, Burl, it looks like I'll have time to help you brew up some more salve before we go. Then I hope to have a look at Lord Ecurius' library if he doesn't mind. Wyshira, will you join us?"Kale looked to Sebastion as he picked up his second pistol. Good Gods, he thought with a smirk as he regarded the rural fighter. For some reason, he filed away the picture, as though for some reason, years and years from now, he would remember this as some sort of beginning. I was there... It was a time for odd feelings, in any case. The amount of wealth and power piled before them, it was a bit intimidating to a young mercenary who not so long ago had dreamed of nothing more than a full purse and clean battle kit. Resting the amulet on his chest before diving the cold gold and jeweled item below his shirt, Kale felt an odd and deep power rush through him. Black swords and pistols and magic amulets... and insane enemies and fireballs and elder gods. "Melisande has a point," Kale began, looking to the woman, wondering if she would be amazed for being listened to. Filtering through the pouting, Kale found a valid point in her comment- the three men were recognizable, even if not as much as blue girls, the men would need to be discreet. "At the least, Sebation, you can conceal your pistols, and we'll scrounge a scabbard to hide that Carthagian blacksteel. " Oh, it was a beautiful kit the fighter had, odd two-blade sword and all. Kale didn't really envy him, however, the mercenary had his own tricks. Wolf's new mace could also be disguised a bit- Kale never imgined he could reach infamy so quickly, but nonetheless, it felt already that teams of eyes were already on the looking for a certain mercenary band... and their bloody ridiculous suicidal hard-charging woman-charming young swingsword. That's the spirit, Kale thought as he primed himself for deceit and deception. Quickly, he reviewed their options for disguise.</blockquote>

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