Prophet's Blood

Kikyik smile scharmingly at her.
"Of course, I understand fully. Thank you."
He then seats himself beside the other kobold and orders.
"I would like the finest wine you have."
He then turns to the Priest.
"I believe you were formulating a reply? Sorry to keep you waiting."
 
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Mopping up the last few crumbs of cheese with the end of meat Dalen nods to Ardelle and waves to Frederick as he stands up and begins to head over to him raising his voice to carry over the noise to him “I am always available for questions Frederick, what do you need?” He began weaving his way through the crowd hoping above all that the question was not to help him carry that big chest.
 

Cyrack stares at the smoking man noticing that the smoke appears to be magical. He causally leans over to Kikyik, ands says quietly in draconic "Does anything about that smoke seem odd to you?"
 

Kikyik leans over to the other kobold. In draconic:
"Yah....seems magical in nature. Not sure what the point would be though. Wonder how this hick town could have somebody with magical aptitude."
 

Cyrack looks at Kikyik, and shrugs, asking, "Passer by?" before waiting for an answer though, Cyrack gets up from the table, and heads towards the poster to read it or himself
 

Casey immediately blushes, stammering, “O-our finest wine S-s-sir?” She looks Kikyik over appraisingly, quickly regaining her composure, “I'm sorry sir, but I'll have to see yer credit before I can bother the manager.”

Kikyik has nowhere near enough, unless he plans to give up those mining rights to the village for some time. No, this will not be looked upon favorably by the kobold village.

Locals will know this is the revered (and feared) Wine of Alexi, named after the god of intimacy. Legends surround the wine as an infamous aphrodisiac that could be used to make a lothario of a beggar. It's a common boast to say to a potential lover “I'll drink Alexi's wine and make you mine”


On the other side of the bar Frederick takes Dalen and the pipe smoking man into his quarters, cursing as he lugs the chest back again without a moment's rest. The gentle haze surrounding the stranger follows him within. After setting the chest inside Frederick closes the door and an audible *snick* is heard afterwards.

The poster is faded from the haze that fills the air, making it difficult to read. Aside from the large letters visible from a distance the print can barely be made out: “Classes start... ...enrollment fee... ...your mileage may vary...”
 

Grandfather excuses himself and makes his way up to the loft to see if any of his friends are up there.

Kardus, beginning to feel uncomfertable as the bar fills up, grabs some apples and heads outside to check on the horses.
 

Dalen Followed Frederick and the mystery man into the room and was slightly taken aback by the click of the closing door. But Dalen was not worried, he had nothing to fear from Frederick. Dalen did though take a good long gander at the mystery man and nodded in greeting to him with a “good day to you kind sir” he turned back to Frederick.

Arching his eyebrows in an unassuming way Dalen looked at Frederick glad that he did not have to help with the Chests and asked “How can I help you?” The question was aimed at Frederick, but Dalen had a funny feeling that the request would have something to do with the stranger.
 

Kikyik plops the bag of 31 gold pieces on the table.
"Oh, and by your finest wine, I mean the stuff you actually sell... not that religous potion of yours... just your best wine that you'd offer to, say, a nobleman if he were to grace this backwater town with his presence."
He opens the bag and starts to flick idily through the gold.
 

Cyrack heads back to the table with Kikyik, shaking his head. "Kikyik when do we do the trading and get out of this strange place? I want the comfort of my cubby." Cyrack says almost whiningly.
 

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