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First Post
Having stood the first shift on watch, Auntie Mab wakes up looking better... much better. Looking at her you'd swear that a wrinkle or two had vanished from her face overnight, and she seems to be moving with a more limber, hearty gait. She gratefully accepts the fruit and cheese offered by the Greys, and shares a bit of the hard cheese with Tristram, mulling over Illarion's words while brewing tea over the embers of the group's watchfire.
"You know you're right Illarion, dearie. It just didn't feel right leaving that door unopened. I'm sure they were keeping something useful down there," she says with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "even if it isn't a piece of the map. Plus, I found this in the basement of the first house we visited and I think it might help," she says, pulling an ornately-tooled gold bottle stoppered with a piece of horn out of her cloak pocket.
"Why you wouldn't believe what happened when I uncorked it last night! Watch this," says the Auntie Mab as she pulls the piece of bone from the neck of the bottle. Freed from its prison, a ghostly hand with claws like those of a Tiefling drifts up out of the bottle, tied to it by a tendril of mist. The tendril then elongates stretching back to the fire and the hand retrieves Mab's tea mug, delivering it smoothly into her hands, before returning to the bottle, all in the blink of an eye.
"I also found a new knife down below the tavern, in case we need to chase off more of those ruffians," the old woman says, proudly displaying a wickedly curved, glinting dagger that she pulls from one of the hand-sewn pockets of her ratty old cloak. "You know I think it might be a magic dagger? Such a fortunate find. Why, it's like a gift from Luran himself!," she declares proudly, as though she had personally received the blade from an Eladrin lord, and not stolen it from a defunct thieves guild.
"You know you're right Illarion, dearie. It just didn't feel right leaving that door unopened. I'm sure they were keeping something useful down there," she says with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "even if it isn't a piece of the map. Plus, I found this in the basement of the first house we visited and I think it might help," she says, pulling an ornately-tooled gold bottle stoppered with a piece of horn out of her cloak pocket.
"Why you wouldn't believe what happened when I uncorked it last night! Watch this," says the Auntie Mab as she pulls the piece of bone from the neck of the bottle. Freed from its prison, a ghostly hand with claws like those of a Tiefling drifts up out of the bottle, tied to it by a tendril of mist. The tendril then elongates stretching back to the fire and the hand retrieves Mab's tea mug, delivering it smoothly into her hands, before returning to the bottle, all in the blink of an eye.
"I also found a new knife down below the tavern, in case we need to chase off more of those ruffians," the old woman says, proudly displaying a wickedly curved, glinting dagger that she pulls from one of the hand-sewn pockets of her ratty old cloak. "You know I think it might be a magic dagger? Such a fortunate find. Why, it's like a gift from Luran himself!," she declares proudly, as though she had personally received the blade from an Eladrin lord, and not stolen it from a defunct thieves guild.
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And you know what they say about curiosity and cats *Illarion changes into feline like creature* lol
