Of Sound Mind III

[Zhure]

Gholog

Gholog just smiles and nods at Seraphina's words. Time to play the idiot, again, he thinks to himself.

 

[Jarval]

Tokket nods at Seraphina's words. "Fair enough, lassie, fair enough. Tell me tales of where you've been when you get back to town. I'll be interested to know if you go to any of the places my mother mentioned in her journal." He looks a Gholog almost enviously. "You know, if I was twenty years younger, I'd be heading off with you."

 

[Zhure]

Gholog

Gholog nods at Tokket. "Don't decry your abilities because of your age. My teacher is an old, old orc, but he's far more capable than any other man I've met."

At the mention of the journal... "Do you mean Thrommel's journal or a separate one from your mother?"

 

[Jarval]

"Thanks for your kind words, lad. It's nice to know that I don't look too past it." Tokket smiles widely, and claps Gholog on the shoulder. "As for the journal, I'm talking about me mother's. It's not what you'd call comprehensive, but she made a few notes about the dragon. I'll see if I can dig them out, if you'd like?"

 

[Zhure]

Gholog

"That'd be great, Tokket, we sure could use the help."

 

[Sir Osis of Liver]

Kerrick Jonez

"While you're getting the journal we'll go fetch that rope, then stop back here before we head out, Tokket."

 

[Jarval]

Tokket nods to Gholog and Kerrick. "Very good. I'll see you back at the Bell in a few minutes?" With that, he turns and heads back over to his tavern.

 

[Zhure]

Gholog

"Thanks, Tokket!"

After the man leaves, Gholog will ask, "Whose going to spring for the rope? I'm a near penniless starting adventurer."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Seraphina suddenly perks up at the mention of money.

"You know," She says, looking up at the others, "we don't really need money to get rope... I know a variety of tricks that could get us rope for... less money that it would normally take, let's say..."

 

[Jarval]

Buying or, ahem, 'borrowing', either way you've headed for Ore Street. A few doors up on the left side of the street, a sign of a crossed pick and shovel hangs in front of a small shop. Mitchen's Mining Supplies is boldly emblazoned in gold lettering above the door.

A small bell rings as you open the door to make your way inside. The shop's interior is dark and cramped, every available surface covered with miscellaneous mining equipment. Sat behind the counter is a young gnome, who glances up from her book as you enter.

"Hello, good sirs, and m'lady. I'm afraid Mitchen is out of town for a few days, but can I help you?"