House Millithor in the City of the Spider Queen

[Thels]

Dariel looks around with a suspicious eye towards the variety of races represented, still quite wary from the events of yesterday. Dwarves, Trolls, surface dwellers... What a mess. And what a smell! Fortunately no Bugbears or surface elves though. They would've made my repulsion complete. Oh well, let's see what Matron Mother has in mind.

Dariel draws closer towards the group of housemembers, making sure his swords are ready to be drawn when need be.

 

[Radiant]

Narcelias eyes sparkle at the the sight of all the different races. This was what she had wished for so long. The world outside of Menzobenranzan was indeed as colourfull as she had imagined. Of course her chance to explore it had come at a hight price but refusing to enjoy it now would not make that better. Even though she enjoys the spectacle she stays to her mother right, her hand allways on her sword hilt.

 

[Raurth Snowfang]

"500!" Krecil yells above the crowd, "500 for the axe!"

He turns to Ki'willis: It might be of use to our party, for bargaining purposes or otherwise."

 

[Thels]

Sheesh! Why did he have to do that! As if things didn't look hectic enough as it is... Now everyone is watching us! And that Mindflayer is probably gonna be very pissed about this. Dariel keeps an eye open for anyone getting close to the group, both hands on his swords.

 

[Endur]

The old, bald Duergar continues speaking at a fast pace. He is wearing dark gray clothing and no armor. His wispy gray beard comes down halfway to his waist. He shouts, "500 from the Drow in the rear! Do I hear 550? 500 going once!"

An Illithid wearing purple robes near the front of the crowd turns around and stares at Krecil.

The Duergar continues as a snake-like humanoid creature on the left hand side raises its hand, "500 going twice! 550 from Krisshalk of Chult! 550 going once! This axe is one of the finest works ever created by the master smith Avarick of Gracklstuh! Do I hear 600?"

 

[Raurth Snowfang]

Krecil notices the look he gets from the mindflayer and thinks to himself: "Hmm, Illithids... Never did like them. He's probably reading my thoughts right now."

He turns to Ki'Willis again: "This could be worth looking into Matron Ki'Willis, if the axe is worth 500 gold to a mindflayer, creatures that are notorious for not need weapons to defend themselves or attack others, then it must be useful to us. Should I continue bidding?"

 

[Endur]

Map of Mantol-Derith

 

[Prince Atom]

Marckarius, who has kept quiet and in the rear since being "reminded" of his status, feels not at all comforted by the proximity of myriad taverns and wenching-places. He eyes the riding lizards covetously and weighs his valuables judiciously.

The auction draws his attention from a particularly sleek and spirited lizard-stallion, and he notices both the Illithid Klaxeon and the snake-thing Krisshalk. When Klaxeon's attention is drawn to Patron Krecil, Marckarius gives him The Stare and keeps his hand near his spider-silk flail. Marckarius doesn't want trouble with so many drow-foes around, but he's not prepared to roll over and die.

"Curse these other males! Can they do nothing but act out of turn and draw attention to us?" he fumes in the silence of his own mind. "I pray nothing comes of this, and our business this day is over soon. I need a drink!"

TWK
Secondboy, indeed! Who, prithee tell, was Matron Ki'Willis' firstborn son?

 

[Pyrex]

Carcelon looks about the tumult caused by the lesser races thronging the market with a faint look of disgust.

"Matron, should we see to selling off these gols? I can't imagine the three of them being of any practical use."

 

[Radiant]

When Klaxeon's attention is drawn to Patron Krecil, Marckarius gives him The Stare and keeps his hand near his spider-silk flail. Marckarius doesn't want trouble with so many drow-foes around, but he's not prepared to roll over and die.

"Curse these other males! Can they do nothing but act out of turn and draw attention to us?" he fumes in the silence of his own mind. "I pray nothing comes of this, and our business this day is over soon. I need a drink!"

Narcelias stand and thoughts are an exact mirror of Marckarius, the only member of the household she considers her "true" sibling. So far she had made it a point not to interfer with the patrons decisions but with time she would tell him to stand down had he not directly asked the matron. Narcelia had long since learned to never ever interupt her mother.