Augrim, August 3rd, AE 420
Jovah and the party enter the Scrivners’ Guild, and ask for the librarian. They are met by a young, bookish, looking man who takes the offered scrolls eagerly. He quizzes Jovah for a while about them, and shows the party around the library.
Reana taps Jovah on the shoulder, and leans in to whisper something to him.
“Did you see that woman who walked out just as we were entering the Guilhouse?” the Ranger asks.
“No,” Jovah replies. “Anyone important?”
“One of Ekozius’ wizards. I recognized her from Norridge.”
“Did she see us? Would she even know who we are?”
“I’m pretty certain she didn’t notice us, but she would probably recognize us. She was sitting with Ekozius when Zaric pulled his ‘Arcane Sight’ stunt.”
“Uh oh,” Jovah groans.
Zaric was a Caradinian ex-gladiator that the party travelled with, some years back. He was almost as bad as Jalea for getting into trouble – he had an even lower wisdom. He had aquired a sword that had a special ability of Arcane Sight, and used it for the first time while sitting in a fine restaurant several tables over from Elros Ekozius, who was in town at the same time. He wanted to check out the magical power on display, however, he didn’t realize that using the power caused his eyes to glow brightly while in use. Ekozius and his allies were well aware of Jovah and his dining companions that day, and of the fact that they were specifically being checked out.
“Let’s just hope she didn’t see us,” Jovah says. “She’d only recognize you and me, anyway.”
The librarian thanks Jovah again for his donation, and locks the scrolls up in a desk. The party leaves, and ventures back into the hot, dusty square.
“As divine commandments go, that wasn’t bad,” Brennen remarks.
“There’s gonna be something more to this,” Jovah says. “I just know it.”
Gavin takes this opportunity to go visit the horse market, which he has heard is one of the world’s best. He has been hoping for some time to build a herd of breeding stock to breed warhorses, and he sets about selecting ten or so horses to purchase, with Reana’s help. Aris and Jalea also purchase new riding horses. Jovah wanders off, not wanting to get trampled, nor caring much for horses.
A few hours later, they meet up at a tavern just off the square.
“Where have you been?” Corwin asks the gnomish priest.
“Oh, nowhere special,” Jovah replies with a sly grin. “Just popping over to the local religious establishment to see how things are in town.”
“The local religious – hey!” Gavin exclaims. “The big church in town is Reksus! Don’t tell me you went to the Church of Reksus!”
“Relax, I was just paying my respects, so to speak. Stirring up the pot a little.”
“Great,” Brennen moans. “I think that’s our cue to leave town, don’t you?”
“Umm,” Jovah ponders, “That’s probably not a bad idea.”
Jovah went into the Church of Reksus and got embroiled in a brief philosophical discussion with the local priests… I wish I had a tape recorder running, there were a few good exchanges in there! Jovah left before getting too bold…
There is no opposition to their exit from Augrim, and as soon as they get far enough from town, Jovah dimension folds them all back to Fencig.
