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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rune" data-source="post: 166069" data-attributes="member: 67">Session 4, part 3The wizard is rattling on about thanks and heroism, or somesuch.  I am not listening.  I run outside and come across Maialin.Wow, she looks good!  She is wearing a tight dress with a slit along the side and long, loose sleeves (no doubt concealing her knives).  To compliment the dress, she is wearing thigh-high boots.  I am reminded that I have still not purchased my own outfit for this evening.When I am able to, I drag Fruff with me to get some clothing, accompanied by Jared.  In a short period of time, we are prepared for the night’s festivities.A group of disheveled teenagers confront Maialin and tell her that her bumbling at the “art” has placed her in the eye of those who could help her learn to better her skills.  They ask her to join them.  Unable to make such a quick decision, Maialin agrees to meet them an hour before dawn at the fishing docks.Eventually, Virian and Dexerion join us and the time comes to depart for the banquet.  We need not travel far; a carriage has been sent to collect us.At the gates of the palace of the Ambassadors, I see that Toady has shown up, wearing a tuxedo, the existence of which has previously been unknown to me.  He has been denied entrance to the banquet.I speak to the man at the door, handing him my invitation.“This young toad is with me.  He is my servant.  My gardener.  My friend.”Ultimately, Toady is allowed to join the excitement of a stuffy banquet.  With freely flowing rum.I spot a few people with whom I am acquainted, chiefly among them, Father Mehmet, and chat idly with them for a bit.Seebo makes his appearance, surrounded by a full harem of halfling women.“Ah, the heroes.  Tell me, did you learn anything interesting while you were out saving our illustrious High Sun Priest?  Why do you suppose that he was kidnapped in the first place?”I am careful with my response.  “My guess is as good as yours.”In a short period of time, the talk turns more toward the heroes of the day, that is to say, to us.  For some reason, the fat gnome keeps wanting to call us a “company.”“What,” he says, “is the name of your company?”The question is completely unexpected and I struggle to come up with something.  Eventually, I say, “We are the Company of the Wooden Heart.”  The ever-resourceful halfling is quick to produce the wooden heart of one of the scarecrows that inspired the name.  Seebo backs away in disgust.  For a moment.Seebo is a gambling man.  He tells us that the time has come to reward our efforts and gives us each an option.  Two hundred in gold, or the spin of a roulette wheel.  Only Virian opts for the money.  I am curious to see what playing to the ambassador’s whimsy will produce.In the end, Jared holds an arrow, Maialin holds a small glass bottle of fluid labeled with the word “sticky,” Fruffy holds a small ring carved with feathers, Dexerion holds a leather ring, and I hold an ever-flaming torch.I promptly hand the torch to Toady, collect my friend, Jared, and leave the party, which has become duller than I can possibly bear.Before I leave, I see the arc of lightning that stretches across the clear night sky outside of the balcony, reaching from one floating object toward another.  Followed by an explosion.And then, someone bursts in, yelling, “The fish-market section of town is on fire!”</blockquote>

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