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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carnifex" data-source="post: 750793" data-attributes="member: 227">Wolf shook his head. "I never said we'd walk in toting dozens of shining weapons, Melisande." He drew a long-bladed hunting knife from his boot to show her and then sheathed it again. "Just the bare minimum for self defence; since, like you say, otherwise we'd hardly be inconspicuous either. I'm sorry, but your skin does make you stand out far more than another man in a crowd. But I'll see what I can do about getting you acid; anyone else want anything, just give us your lists.""I think we're going to have to leave Sandslipper here; we can't take her with us if she's so ill she needs the attendance of physicians in the city, and I'm sure Ecurius will make sure she's looked after alright. As to the gems and jewellry I think we should perhaps sell them somewhere outside the capital. Until then, I'll carry them." "Right. Let's be off."Wyshira rolled her eyes at Wolf's 'blue-hued ladies' comment. She caught Melisande's look, and returned it with one of her own that said, "You'd better just get used to it. I have." She said nothing out loud however. The truth was, she didn't really want to go with them this time anyway. She'd much rather spend her remaining time in Tarravus here in comfort at the Lord's estate. She would help Burl do what he needed to do, and chat with Melisande. Of course she'd worry about Kale and Wolf (and Sebastian too, although not quite as much). She might even later regret that she hadn't insisted on going along, especially if they were late getting back or something. But you know, one can only stand being discounted and ignored for so long, and then..... well...... She shrugged mentally. They'll be fine, I'm sure. Um, almost sure..... Already she could see the wheels turning in Kale's head, although he seemed to have quelled the blatent twinkle of mischief that usually shone in his eyes. Hopefully he was only working out ways for the three to stay unnoticed while they did their shopping. He had a flair for that sort of thing, she had to admit. When he wasn't rushing headlong into trouble. Maybe she should insist, afterall..... No. They don't need, or want, me with them. That's that! "I could use some rations and a few extra waterskins for the trip," she answered Wolf's query. "We can never have enough healing potions, if you want to get some of those too. "Just.... you know, be careful," she added, with a meaningful glance at Kale. Then she joined Burl and Mel on the way to the laboratory. Sebastion nodded, reversing the blacksteel blade to check the edge, and eye the line of the cutting surface, checking it for nicks or abrasions for a moment as he listened to the conversation about him. Melisande spoke up, and though her voice was filled with sarcasm it was the sadness that he caught, as he looked up. Walking over, slowly, he held the sword at his side as he spoke quietly to her. "Listen, if you could get hold of a fair sized cloak and hood, you can come with me. No-one will be paying you that much attention with me to look at - being Huronese and all..." Mel opened her mouth and closed it again. With her wide, startled eyes she hoped she didn't look too much like a fish, staring at Sebastion Cornell in amazement. Was he teasing her or did he really mean to bring her along? Why in heavens? "What? A cloak? Yes, I could get a cloak. Wait, I'll--" But then there was stern old Wolf not a few paces away (had he overheard?), and she realized that a heartbeat of hesitation could cost her this opportunity. In a blue flurry she rushed out of the common room and attempted to flag down a servant. In the aftermath, Kale could only have opened his mouth slack, then closed it. Forgoing any action, then, the mercenary simply thought briefly on his slight disappointment that the sword swingers would not have a chance to go somewhere on their own. It wasn't as though the three had much in common. Wolf's trail-rough leather met Sebastion's pant and armor trimmed for riding. Kale himself seemed like a guy on any street. A street from some other world, of course, where simply walking down the street would warrant a chain shirt and a thick cloak. But as it was, they all had a bit in common of the group, if only in the weight of hardwear they would have to lay down for this trip. Uncertainty creased Kale's face, as he considered bringing the blue woman along. It was best for her to stay here... but he did not really care for playing it safe. And yet, unnecessary risks were just that, unnecessary. Well, Wolf could clean this one up, in any case. Unbinding his baked sword scabbard, Kale lay on the table his blade that had three times been immolated in fire, and thrust more times into any enemy of the time. It was no pleasure to leave the blade, but of course, Kale was far from unarmed. Walking over to where Wolf stood, Kale worked his gear over, adjusting for a more 'benign' look. A dagger he made visible at his belt, if only to quell the questions, why an armored man would walk about unarmed. Not unarmed, of course, just discreet. "I think I know just the place to find what you're looking for," Kale said to Sebastion after a moment. The mercenary regarded his hay-scented contemporary, wondering if he should be bent out because Sebation was ruining the 'guy's run to town'. How was he going to talk to the man with Melisande around? They never seem to function properly when together. 'Properly'. Kale marveled at himself, his mind tattering on like some court lady, upset at two guests using the entree fork for the salad. They fight well together, and not against each other. If the woman can stay hidden, she could certainly be help in a scuffle... provided, of course, her mouth didn't make things worse.Smiling gently, Sebastion watched Melisande dash off, pleased that he'd at least managed to guage that decision correctly. Perhaps, while they were out, she'd let him buy her a pastry somewhere and they could sit and talk about something unimportant, something... He stopped his train of thought abruptly as he realised Kale was staring at him with a strange look. "What?" he asked, looking down at himself to see if he had his shirt untucked or something. "What is it?"Kale inclined an eyebrow at Sebastion's question, just before realization. The fighter must have thought Kale was staring at him. "Mm? Oh, nothing of import. So, to the city with us?" Kale said, knowing they would at least have to wait until Melisande returned before they could be on thier way.Wolf did his usual minimum-exertion method of showing his doubt about what was being discussed - he raised an eyebrow quizzically. "I don't think you're going to have the time to go about concocting alchemical mixtures; we should only be a few hours at most. This is just a short trip to tie up any last minute business and acquire needed supplies, we're not going on a grand city tour or anything." He looked exasperated as Melisande scurried off to get a cloak. "She's going to go into the city wearing a cloak and hood? Sure, it might conceal her face; but now the storm's lifted after last night it's fine sunshine out there. Wandering about all cloaked up is going to look odd." He gave a helpless snort. "Well, she can come if she wants, but it's not going to be an enthralling trip. I want to be done as soon as possible so we can make a good distance east before nightfall."* * *Wyshira followed Burl out the door of the cozy little guest sitting-room they'd occupied. She turned her head briefly to note Melisande's hurried exit right behind her. She saw that the blue sorceress had caught hold of a passing servant and was begging the use of a hooded cloak. So she's going to town afterall, the priestess mused. I guess that means that Ebri Zol will be going too.... Which of course meant that only she, Burl, and Cord would be remaining behind. She hadn't seen Cord yet this morning, but he seldom had any trouble finding her if there was something he needed. She hoped that Burl wouldn't want to spend the whole time working in the lab. Not that she minded helping with the salves. As a matter of fact, the process was rather interesting, if completely different from the process her mother used to make potions. But the lab was definitely not her favorite spot in Lord Ecurius' dwelling. Wyshira thought she could still smell the bitter tang of some of the components they'd worked with the night before. If the weather cleared and if there was time, maybe she could convince the necromancer to wander the gardens in search of healing herbs with her. Even better if the weather doesn't clear, she thought with a smile, although she doubted that Burl would agree with her. Too bad that Mel would not be staying with them. Wyshira thought it likely that the young woman would appreciate a rain-fresh garden almost as much as she would. She was disappointed that she and Melisande would not have the chance to talk again. She had been collecting quite a store of questions for the sorceress. Why this interest in the Nephians and the Great Prophet? What was an Immarian cleric doing with a metallic talking skull? There were so many hints dropped about the other party's adventures on their way to Tarravus. Wyshira was just bursting with curiosity. Burl had stopped at the door to the lab up ahead, and had turned back, waiting, watching her approach. She hurried to catch up. As his touched the handle to the lab, Burl had second thoughts. “Wyshira, when we worked on the salve last night, we weren’t rushed and still I almost ruined them. Today we are in a hurry to get to it and I’m getting a bad feeling about hurrying. What would you think if we didn’t work on it today?” When she told Burl that she hadn’t wanted to work either, Burl asked, “Well, why don’t you lead the way and I’ll follow you.” Wyshira led the way out the door to the garden. Burl followed until he found a large rock to the left of the path which when he scrambled on it, he sat watching her. Wyshira made her way around the many beds occasionally bending and picking. When she did pick one, she would call out to Burl, “Look Burl, Orn leaves. If I brew these and then a person drinks of it, it will cure some diseases. A pity there isn’t more of it.” She continued calling more exotic names that Burl had never heard, “Vysok Tabak….Spider Leaf….Ashgar Nut” This went on for over an hour, Burl thoroughly enjoying watching her. Finally she stopped before a berry bush growing next to a pond. Burl thought it had something to do with the pond, knowing her natural affinity for the water. However, it was the berry that had caught her eye. “Burl come here and take a look at these berry.” Burl slid down the rock, hurrying to her side. Seeing her holding a hand full of small berries, Burl asked, “What is it? It looks rather like a blue berry.” Wyshira continued, “It does Burl, but if you look closely at the leaf, you will see this is a Borgin Berry. What makes this so different is that this berry is usually found growing on sea islands, but here it is. The berry is used as an anti paralyzation remedy. Oh well, it has been fun.” Burl and Wyshira continued their walk.* * *Meanwhile, the rest of the party entered town to go about their business...</blockquote>

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