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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ahayford" data-source="post: 5716363" data-attributes="member: 6680745">Caytis slowly opens the door to Weer’s Elixirs, carefully trying to avoid attracting the old man’s attention. The smell of sulfur, liquorice, and old man creeps into Caytis’s nose, a scent uniquely Weer’s. The organized chaos of Weer’s shop is endeering in its own way. Despite the fact that the door chime never rings, Weer snorts awake from his nap in an overstuffed chair behind the sales counter.“Where have you been boy? I’ve been looking for you for days. I have cauldrons that need scraping and one of the rats go into my potions of fireball again....charred rodent everywhere.”The old wizard adjusts his glasses and pushes his silk hat onto the back of his head as he examines The Cardinal’s order slip.Whats that you have there?--------------------------------------------------------------------House Lathenmire has taken over all but one smithy in Cauldron, so it was not difficult to locate a smithy that would accept the Lathenmire requisition chit the Cardinal gave you. Like most smithies, the Lathenmire shop is hot and loud. Due to the regions already sweltering weather, the smiths work out in the open air. However, the place seems strangely completely without art. Smiths and their apprentices hammer mundane tools and cast iron pots and pans by the dozens. As a final step, a quota master stamps each product with an identical House Lathenmire crest and then puts it in an appropriate pile until they are shipped out for sale.A soot covered woman at the front of the open air smithy accepts the chit and pulls one of a hundred identical, but functional, stew pots from a crate.Anythin else you need mate?” she impatiently inquires.---------------------------------------------------------------------- Svexyn leads Wilbur through the winding city streets, avoiding less savory alleyways until they arrive at the low town market. Merchants peddle things from roasted sewer rat to enchanted rings. After dodging charlatans and foul smelling beggars, they evenually locate Old Lady Ciala’s cart. Old Lady Ciala’s skin is tanned and leathery, her lagacy for a life spent selling her wares in the hot Golarian sun. Her dark grey hair is wrapped in a multitude of braids that reach her shoulders.It takes her what seems an eternity to weight out the desired amount of tea, before then wrapping the entire package in twine and parchment that you are pretty sure was once a city council decree.Anything else I can get you boys?Her cart contains all many of teas, coffees, tobacco, and other herbal remedies.------------------------------------------------------------------------------Val gives Nia the grand tour of the city, leading her past all the cities largest and most impressive buildings. Certainly not least among these is the Bluecrater Academy. It is the tallest building in all of Cauldron, as well as one of the few that was constructed in the old Cheliaxian style. Its stone walls are built from the native stone, but a unique impurity veins the dark onyx with brilliant blue veins.The huge mahogany doors are open this time of day to let what little breeze there is blow through the lower floor. The first floor of the Academy is open to the general public, so those seeking permission to use the Academy's great library or those seeking audience with one of the staff can speak to the low level bureaucrats that work on the ground floor. The building is hot, musty, and stuffy. The presence of too many sweaty humans in too confined a space with insufficient ventilation serves both as a deterrent to those seeking favors, and as a punishment for those washouts deemed unfit for any duty besides interacting with the uninitiated public.After standing in the uncomfortable building for over an hour, a dour looking young male elf finally calls Val and Nia to his podium. His nose crinkles and he sucks his teeth when he finally catches a glimpse of Nia’s appearance. Yes? Are you sure you are in the right place? he asks pedantically.He looks down this nose at Nia.I doubt we have anything here that would interest a street thug and a bush girl.</blockquote>

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