Lazlow
First Post
When she sings her song, he will smile vaguely and tell her afterward how beautiful it was. After a moment he'll ask if she made it up on the spot or if it was written by someone else. Either way, it was beautiful.
"Oh, no... Would that such beautiful lyrics spring from my mind. But no, 'tis part of an epic song cycle by St. Floyd, the Pink."
Once at Zachariel's, while the apothacary washes his hands, Pollock will notice some interesting herb along the wall that he knows (or reads) the name to. When Zachariel comes back and offers his hand again, Pollock will introduce himself with vigor and start to extend his hand, but before they grip, or Zachariel can even get a good look at it, Pollock will point with his other hand and say excitedly, "Is that So-And-So herb?!" He'll then move over to it and try to change the subject. If Zachariel tries to shake hands again after that, Pollock will do basically the same thing, but say, "What a shame about your herb garden! All that rain!" and go to the window to look out at it. Mostly, though, he'll be happy to let Romanna do the talking with this man.
Zachariel dries his hands off and returns, and you introduce yourself, with vigor, and his smile becomes even wider with your infectious enthusiasm. But before your hands meet, you blurt out, "I say, is that skullcap essence?"
The friar's eyes follow your other hand immediately and, much to your surprise, he perks up even more. "Why, yes, yes it is! Grown right here in the abbey's garden and distilled by myse-"
"What a shame about your herb garden! All that rain!"
His face takes on a grandfatherly look of compassionate sorrow, and he seems to deflate by a few cubic feet. "Oh, yes, this belligerent storm has all but ruined my perrenials. But I was fortunate enough to save quite a bit, I have some excellent nightshade specimens over here in the dryer if you would care to-"
"I'm so sorry to interrupt," Romanna interjects, looking at you both sympathetically, "but I'm afraid we're in a bit of a hurry, and I'm in sore need of a rather... Unusual component."
"Of course, my dear, of course." He looks to you. "We'll follow up some other time, my good fellow, I do hope so. Now," he says, giving Romanna his full attention, "what is it that you need? I'll do my best to help you if I can."
"Well, I need a largish pinch of diamond dust."
"Diamond dust! My my my..."
"I have gold to compensate- "
"Tut tut! That won't be necessary." He leans in conspiritorially and whispers loud enough for you both to hear: "If there's one thing that this abbey needs less of, it's material wealth." A baleful look crosses his face, and his voice drops a bit more. "Some of us fear that our... Leaders... Have chosen to follow a path that leads to unrighteousness... But Surlamon's will shall no doubt be served in the end," he concludes, regaining a bit of his former joviality.
"Now. Diamond dust, eh? Let me see, let me see... The chests, I would think. A moment, my dear, but a moment."
He bustles over to a sturdy-looking cabinet in the corner, and producing a key from the inner confines of his robe, unlocks the door. He bends and picks up an even sturdier-looking chest, and, producing yet another key from an entirely different pocket, unlocks that as well. He procures a small sachet of silk tied with twine and hands that to Romanna, laying one finger beside his nose and winking. "With our lord's blessings, my dear."
"Thank you, Zachariel. Thank you so much. I hate to be such a poor guest but I'm afraid we must be off immediately."
"I understand. I do hope I'll see you again soon?" he inquires.
"Of course! Pollock here has been invited to dine with the High Ecclesiast this evening. We'll see you this evening."
"An honor!" Zachariel says, his eyebrows nearly leaping off the top of his abundant forehead. "Perhaps we can find a moment or two to visit afterwards, eh?"
"Of course. Goodbye, Zachariel. May Gamael bless you," she says, clasping her hands and bowing her head.
"Thank you, dear. I shall be happy to receive any and all blessings sent my way in these dark times." He graciously bows to her in return.
"Shall we?" Romanna says, turning toward the door.