From humble beginnings...

[Narrator]

Albeir Johannson

"Tirty fer de one an' seventy fer de lot an' dat is me final offer, an' dontche be lookin' at me like dat, I be adventurin' afore ye be born, I ain't no bein' no late comer to dis world, an' I no be bullied by de likes of ye... now what'll it be, ye be buyin' de only map o' Dorakaa in de city or not?"

He not only seemed unpeturbed by Grenier's 'gaze attack' but he seemed positively amused.

DM: Your character got here fourish days ago, IIRC and once entering the city the mercenaries went further north and you were led to the Thirsty Gnoll by Tarvoden.

Yes, there is a well travelled, main road from Gorsend to Willip but no road exists either from Gorsend or Willip to Critwall.

The store is a small, dinky little shop-front attached to the back of a home. There seems to be a door leading out of this room behind the man. Umm... I hope you're not going to kill this poor, harmless, nice old man!

 

[M'faro]

Leaning close to Grenier, M'faro says in low voice

C'mon, take the old man offer and let's get going... They won't be this nice in Critwall...

 

[Grenier]

"Very well, I'll take the lot little man..."

Grenier says, he then looks the shop over so that the man can see.

"And these are bought in confidence that you don't spread word of us buying."

Grenier pulls out the bag of 50gp he offered before though none took and takes out 20gp worth of jewels and lays them on the counter.

OOC: Hey! I was just checking out all the available options .

 

[Narrator]

Albeir Johannson

The man picks the gems up and examines them intensely, licking one and then squinting at it with one eye.

"Dese two be only wort' twenty-five sheafs, total. Gimme anudder five sheafs in gold and ye can 'ave yer map."

DM: The gems you were given were 15gp each.

 

[Grenier]

"Sure..."

Grenier gives the man another 5 sheafs.

He takes the maps and puts them in a large pocket on the inside of his cloack, then looks to the man again.

"Would you know of any Merchant's guilds nearby?"


OOC: I'm still only paying 70gp total right?

 

[Clete]

So, Tardoven is quite a hero after all, though a little strange why they haven?t heard of him at the Temple of Heironious. Still, what does Noveros what to know about him?

Upon hearing someone calling to him from the shadows, Clete turns around slowly, and says

(quietly) "Yes?"

 

[Manzanita]

So, should we spend some more time here seeking information about the trip, or should we head on out towards Critwall? I don't see that there's any particular hurry. It's still low summer, so we're not looking at snow any time soon. If you like, I'll scout out the tavern for info on our route.

 

[Narrator]

Albeir Johannson

"Ah, very well den. Would ye be likin' a complimentary scrollcase wid dat?"

He goes behind a small counter and from more pigeon-holes behind it, pulls a scrappy, old and well-worn scrollcase from a collection and without waiting for an answer, takes the maps and carefully places them inside and seals the leather tube.

As you leave, you notice a very intense look in his eyes and somethng odd about the way he just stands there and watches you leave, unmoving.

 

[Narrator]

To Clete

As you move closer to the voice, your eyes adjust to the darkness of the shadows and in them you see an elven man dressed in light, silvery chain-mail. Over this he wears a tabard of forest green and golden stitching in the pattern of a pair of antlers.

He wears a fine longsword by his side and has long, flowing black hair worn loosely tied at the back with a leather thong. He seems... otherworldly and as his bright green eyes bore into you feel somewhat humbled in his presence, though you quickly shake the feeling off.

He steps forward a little and takes a fleeting glance up the hall. You notice that there doesn't seem to be anyone paying much attention to you.

"I overheard your inquiries into the half-olve, Tarvoden. You seemed to convey an attitude that he was... respected. I would ask you, then, why you seek information about such as he?"

 

[M'faro]

Outside Mr. Johannson store M'faro tightens his cloak under the rain

You're right Manzanita, we don't have to worry about snow yet, but if this rain continues or get heavier, considering there is no road to Critwall, the terrain will be softer and the trip slower.

OCC: I'll try to guess what the weather would be in the next couple of days.