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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Amaroq" data-source="post: 1269596" data-attributes="member: 15470">Issue #2: The Tower. Episode 4As we step out into the afternoon sun, Miriel suggests, “Let’s go back to the inn to sleep. We can set out in the morning.”Goldpetal suggests, “Why don’t we leave this evening, so as to arrive in the morning?”“I had heard that elves need less sleep than humans,” Miriel says. “But the rest of us have had little or no sleep for two days. Even though we’re fully healed, we could certainly use a good night’s sleep.”Chuck, Paks, and Fergus all chime in their agreement. When we reach the inn, it is still early in the afternoon. “If anybody wants to go shopping,” Miriel suggests, “You should have time. I’m going to rest here.” Paks finds Fox, and shows him the bastard sword she captured from the half-orc at the tower. Fox hefts the sword, and takes a few practice swings with it. “That’s a mighty fine weapon,” he says. “It’s a little heavy for me, but it should work for somebody your size.”“Who in town could I ask to appraise it?” she asks.“Look for a sign with a battle axe painted on it,” he says. “That will be Saylis, the weaponsmith in town.” Paks announces to the rest of us that she is heading off to the weaponsmith. Stone and Chuck head out the door with her, but Chuck changes his mind at the door to the inn, and he goes a different direction.Though the town is a largish one, it does not have many businesses, and Stone and Paks quickly find the weapons shop. As they walk in, they see a large counter dividing the customer area from the work area; only three customers can fit in the shop at any one time. All over the walls and shelves are weapons; it seems that practically any weapon you might could be found here. From the work area at the back of the shop, out comes a burly female dwarf. “I am Saylis,” she declares. “What can I do for you?”Paks says, “Fox referred me to you, to identify this sword, which I found in the ruined tower, and tell me what there is to know about it.” As soon as Paks holds up the sword, while she is still explaining, Saylis grabs it, inspecting it closely. “See this mark here?” she exclaims, “This indicates that the sword was made in Mithril itself, by the smiths of Corian. This is one of the best swords I have ever seen!”  After a little thought, she adds, “I'd give you, say, a hundred and seventy gold pieces for it.” Paks asks, “Might the sword be cursed?”Saylis shrugs her shoulders. “There's no telling,” she says. “I’m no mage, to detect magic and all.” She looks disappointed when Paks shakes her head and seems almost reluctant to give the sword back, but does so.Stone asks for light crossbow bolts and buys a pack of ten. He and Paks head back to the inn. Meanwhile, Chuck goes out to the shop of the trader Krinsa. He buys a few torches from her, and shows her the gold ring, asking how much it is worth. She points out that she’s not a jeweler, but she’ll look at it.  She bites it, and says she thinks it could be melted down to make ten gold pieces. Back at the inn, Miriel asks Fox for provisions for the trip. He cheerfully provides two days’ worth, in case we should spend the night again.When Paks returns to the inn, she asks Miriel to cast detect magic on the sword. Miriel does so, but she shakes her head. “It’s not magical,” she concludes. We have all gathered at the inn by sundown. Everyone gets a good dinner, and Stone, for some reason, buys some cheese from Fox. When we are finished, and ready to retire to our rooms, Goldpetal tells us, “I must leave the town for a little while. I will meet you here in the morning.” The rest of us accept this without comment, and retire to enjoy a good night’s sleep at the inn.Goldpetal walks for about half an hour, up into the hills inland of town, where he finds a small glade. He builds a shrine to his titan, Denev, where he meditates. He prays in the strange, foreign tongue of the druids, which no watcher would understand.</blockquote>

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