Scholar Venli waves over a couple of assistants who, in methodical fashion, tabulate an inventory of the items Kushnak and Erdolliel propose to give the church. They seem to, almost off-handedly ascertain the properties and worth of some of the magical items, though they have to discuss the value of the mundane things.
"We normally don't deal in such things," Scholar Venli offers, "but we can find use for them, to help one of our own."
Once the assistants have given the go-ahead, Scholar Venli asks you to wait in the lobby. Nethezar's body is taken into another chamber.
Perhaps fifteen minutes later, Nethezar, wearing a simple robe, walks out with Scholar Venli at his side. As they approach, they speak to each other in low voices. At the very end, you hear Nethezar, quite meekly, say, "I understand, Scholar, and will obey." Scholar Venli, without another word, nods to both Erdolliel and Kushnak, and takes his leave.
"Do you have my things?" Nethezar asks. "I'd hoped that it would be unnecessary to visit this place while in the Free City. But, you were right to bring me here." He quickly begins rifling through his items, finds one of the books Kushnak and Erdolliel have often seen him writing in, and sighs wistfully. "Here," Nethezar despondently calls to a nearby scribe. The scholar tosses the book to the young man, who nearly drops it like an uncoordinated nerd trying to catch... anything.
"Let's get out of here. They were generous enough to heal all my wounds, but I still feel like I'd just died."
"We normally don't deal in such things," Scholar Venli offers, "but we can find use for them, to help one of our own."
Once the assistants have given the go-ahead, Scholar Venli asks you to wait in the lobby. Nethezar's body is taken into another chamber.
Perhaps fifteen minutes later, Nethezar, wearing a simple robe, walks out with Scholar Venli at his side. As they approach, they speak to each other in low voices. At the very end, you hear Nethezar, quite meekly, say, "I understand, Scholar, and will obey." Scholar Venli, without another word, nods to both Erdolliel and Kushnak, and takes his leave.
"Do you have my things?" Nethezar asks. "I'd hoped that it would be unnecessary to visit this place while in the Free City. But, you were right to bring me here." He quickly begins rifling through his items, finds one of the books Kushnak and Erdolliel have often seen him writing in, and sighs wistfully. "Here," Nethezar despondently calls to a nearby scribe. The scholar tosses the book to the young man, who nearly drops it like an uncoordinated nerd trying to catch... anything.
"Let's get out of here. They were generous enough to heal all my wounds, but I still feel like I'd just died."
