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<blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 1311622" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #252a] More About Town[/PLAIN]&quot;Man, these apples are good!&quot; Vade asserted again, slurping back on the tart juice of yet another small golden fruit. &quot;Want a piece, Feln? You had better not put it in your pocket though.&quot;&quot;No, my friend,&quot; the half-orc said holding up a hand. &quot;I have already eaten. I find that moderation in all things is the best path.&quot;The serving girl came to the table again with a steaming kettle. The cloying odor of cinnamon preceded her as she came. &quot;More tea, goodman?&quot; she asked and Feln had lifted his stout mug before the third word was out of her mouth.&quot;Yes, please,&quot; he said with an eager grin. Vade completely missed the irony.&quot;It sure was fun playing Mama and Papa's candy game again... especially with fruit,&quot; the halfling went on. &quot;I think I'll go see if that silly dwarf wants to play.&quot; He hopped down but Feln's big right hand moved out to block him.&quot;That might not be the best idea,&quot; the martial artist said. &quot;The dwarf was... less than pleased that we were spending the night. He did not seem the type to enjoy playing games.&quot;Vade nodded and then said, &quot;Maybe I'll just take a look around then. There must be something interesting in this drafty old-&quot;&quot;I thought that you were going to accompany me into town,&quot; Feln reminded quickly. &quot;I must meet with Maerwynn about my sight.&quot;&quot;And I can check out that cool old shop, too!&quot; the halfling remembered, his body quivering with excitement. &quot;When do we leave?&quot;Feln savored another sip of his bantern tea before putting down the cup and standing fluidly. &quot;I must go outside and perform some exercises. But they shouldn't take too long. Why don't you join me?&quot;&quot;Oh. I don't know,&quot; Vade hedged. &quot;Exercise? It sounds kinda-&quot;&quot;You could tell stories of your family,&quot; Feln suggested. &quot;I would hear more of them. They sound interesting.&quot;&quot;Oh, they are!&quot; Vade agreed. &quot;And I haven't even told you the really good stuff yet! There was this one time I thought Grumblebutt the ogre had fallen on Trey...&quot;&quot;'Occultum Esoterica and Other Theories',&quot; Angwyn ap-Llewellyn read from the binding of one of the books Ixin had liberated from the bug men's cave complex. He scowled. &quot;'Theory of the Arcane Gambit'. What rubbish!&quot; The wizard tossed the book onto the table where he and Morier sat eating a small meal. The albino picked up one of the other volumes.&quot;'The Great Compendium of Spell Components',&quot; he read. &quot;You have a copy of this one. You made me read it. Twice.&quot; Angwyn snorted and waved his hand.&quot;And a great lot of good it did too!&quot; the old man said. &quot;You couldn't just cast spells like a proper mage!&quot; Morier sighed and gestured toward the window. Ixin was visible without standing in the sunshine and stretching her new wings.&quot;Ixin is a proper mage and I've never seen her eat a spider or throw bat guano,&quot; Morier argued. He took a bite of barley cake.His father looked out the window at Ixin for a moment and shook his hoary head. &quot;Sorcerers,&quot; he said disapprovingly. &quot;There's just no accounting for them.&quot; There was silence for a time as ap-Llewellyn fussed about with something on one of his workbenches and Morier ate quietly, watching Ixin through the window. &quot;Tell your sorcerer friend that I'll take the books off her hands. Tell her I'll trade her potions in exchange for the lot of them.&quot;&quot;Tell her yourself, father,&quot; Morier countered. &quot;And besides, maybe she wants to keep them.&quot;&quot;And just what is a sorcerer going to do with an old copy of 'Magic and Military Tactics: Spellcasters on the Battlefield'?&quot; the old man asked, picking up a thin tome from the pile. &quot;Ah, now that's one that good old Battlecaster would have loved, eh, Morier?&quot;Before his father could settle into more stories about his former adventuring partners, Morier changed the subject. &quot;We found some other things, too, father,&quot; he said and reached for Ixin's Cloak of Many Pouches. &quot;There was a ring, I think. And some other things that we could use Identified.&quot;&quot;Do you suppose that she might want to get rid of that cloak?&quot; ap-Llewellyn asked, eying the cloth-of-gold greedily. &quot;I think I still have that old mithril cloak of mine hanging up in the back closet.&quot;&quot;You'll have to ask her,&quot; Morier replied and the wizard nodded, making a shooing gesture with one hand.&quot;Well go and fetch her while I check on our patient,&quot; he said taking Morier's plate away before the elf could argue.------------------------------------------Note that the titles of the books that Ixin uncovered are from the great resource &quot;The Netbook of Books&quot;. Angwyn ap-Llewellyn's assessment of the various titles' value is strictly his own and does not reflect the management of this story hour. &nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink&nbsp; &nbsp; ;)"&nbsp; data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="Jon Potter, post: 1311622, member: 2323"] [b][PLAIN][Realms #252a] More About Town[/PLAIN][/b] "Man, these apples are good!" Vade asserted again, slurping back on the tart juice of yet another small golden fruit. "Want a piece, Feln? You had better not put it in your pocket though." "No, my friend," the half-orc said holding up a hand. "I have already eaten. I find that moderation in all things is the best path." The serving girl came to the table again with a steaming kettle. The cloying odor of cinnamon preceded her as she came. "More tea, goodman?" she asked and Feln had lifted his stout mug before the third word was out of her mouth. "Yes, please," he said with an eager grin. Vade completely missed the irony. "It sure was fun playing Mama and Papa's candy game again... especially with fruit," the halfling went on. "I think I'll go see if that silly dwarf wants to play." He hopped down but Feln's big right hand moved out to block him. "That might not be the best idea," the martial artist said. "The dwarf was... less than pleased that we were spending the night. He did not seem the type to enjoy playing games." Vade nodded and then said, "Maybe I'll just take a look around then. There must be something interesting in this drafty old-" "I thought that you were going to accompany me into town," Feln reminded quickly. "I must meet with Maerwynn about my sight." "And I can check out that cool old shop, too!" the halfling remembered, his body quivering with excitement. "When do we leave?" Feln savored another sip of his bantern tea before putting down the cup and standing fluidly. "I must go outside and perform some exercises. But they shouldn't take too long. Why don't you join me?" "Oh. I don't know," Vade hedged. "Exercise? It sounds kinda-" "You could tell stories of your family," Feln suggested. "I would hear more of them. They sound interesting." "Oh, they are!" Vade agreed. "And I haven't even told you the really good stuff yet! There was this one time I thought Grumblebutt the ogre had fallen on Trey..." "'Occultum Esoterica and Other Theories'," Angwyn ap-Llewellyn read from the binding of one of the books Ixin had liberated from the bug men's cave complex. He scowled. "'Theory of the Arcane Gambit'. What rubbish!" The wizard tossed the book onto the table where he and Morier sat eating a small meal. The albino picked up one of the other volumes. "'The Great Compendium of Spell Components'," he read. "You have a copy of this one. You made me read it. Twice." Angwyn snorted and waved his hand. "And a great lot of good it did too!" the old man said. "You couldn't just cast spells like a proper mage!" Morier sighed and gestured toward the window. Ixin was visible without standing in the sunshine and stretching her new wings. "Ixin is a proper mage and I've never seen her eat a spider or throw bat guano," Morier argued. He took a bite of barley cake. His father looked out the window at Ixin for a moment and shook his hoary head. "Sorcerers," he said disapprovingly. "There's just no accounting for them." There was silence for a time as ap-Llewellyn fussed about with something on one of his workbenches and Morier ate quietly, watching Ixin through the window. "Tell your sorcerer friend that I'll take the books off her hands. Tell her I'll trade her potions in exchange for the lot of them." "Tell her yourself, father," Morier countered. "And besides, maybe she wants to keep them." "And just what is a sorcerer going to do with an old copy of 'Magic and Military Tactics: Spellcasters on the Battlefield'?" the old man asked, picking up a thin tome from the pile. "Ah, now that's one that good old Battlecaster would have loved, eh, Morier?" Before his father could settle into more stories about his former adventuring partners, Morier changed the subject. "We found some other things, too, father," he said and reached for Ixin's Cloak of Many Pouches. "There was a ring, I think. And some other things that we could use Identified." "Do you suppose that she might want to get rid of that cloak?" ap-Llewellyn asked, eying the cloth-of-gold greedily. "I think I still have that old mithril cloak of mine hanging up in the back closet." "You'll have to ask her," Morier replied and the wizard nodded, making a shooing gesture with one hand. "Well go and fetch her while I check on our patient," he said taking Morier's plate away before the elf could argue. ------------------------------------------ [i]Note that the titles of the books that Ixin uncovered are from the great resource "The Netbook of Books". Angwyn ap-Llewellyn's assessment of the various titles' value is strictly his own and does not reflect the management of this story hour. [/i] ;) [/QUOTE]

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