Thread: Rise of the Runelords Anniversary Edition - Burnt Offerings

Oathday, The 17th of Arodus, 4707 AR



The sound of the carpenters and masons hammers ring through the town of Sandpoint with a lively beat. Some of the local bards have even been coming by while not working on their material, and cheering the men on with lyre and flute matching the rhythm as the work on the new Sandpoint Cathedral continues. The hustle and bustle of the town seems to have increased, as the townsfolk look forward to the Swallowtail Festival, which honors their favored deity, Desna.

Almost everyone in town seems to find an excuse to come and gawk at the construction, that is when they're not busy preparing. Almost every day now, the wagons of the farmers from the countryside roll in, and wait in long lines at either the Scarnetti Mill or the Grocer's Hall, and the market which usually stands empty but for two days every week is now bursting to capacity with townsfolk and travelling merchants selling trinkets of Desna, colorful ribbons, baubles, and niceties to use as gifts to woo men and women.

The proprieter of Vernah's Fine Clothing, Rynshinn looks exceptionally frazzled, and even though she posted a "By Appointment Only" plank, someone seems to have commissioned a carpenter to make a quick bench and placed it leaning against her flower planter, where 4 people currently sit waiting for their appointment.

Hayliss Kovarski also can't seem to catch a break, as now that there's nowhere for the children to play, they've invaded her shop when the school allows a break. Luckily her brother sent her a few men from the League and Headmaster Gandethus also sent a teacher or two from the academy, who seem quite glad to be free of preparing studies and instead keeping the children's hands mostly off the wares.

Spoiler: OOC

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You know this because EVERYONE is talking about it

Spoiler: video

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https://youtu.be/I8jItoSS9D8?t=124 About a minute or so of that one, but they have the whole miniseries on youtube if you want to watch it through.

Spoiler: Map of Sandpoint

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1. Sandpoint Cathedral
2. Boneyard
3. The White Deer (Inn)
4. The Way North (map shop)
5. Kesk's Fine Jewels
6. Junker's Edge
7. Gorvi's Shack
8. Quink Thinks (Sage)
9. Briskalberd's Locks
10. Sandpoint Garrison
11. Sandpoint Town Hall
12. Savah's Armory
13. Risa's Place
14. Rovanky Tannery
15. Red Dog Smithy
16. The Pillbug's Pantry
17. Bottled Solutions
18. Cracktooth's Tavern
19. House of Blue Stones
20. Sandpoint Glassworks
21. Sandpoint Savories
22. The Curious Goblin
23. Sandpoint Theater
24. Carpenter's Guild
25. Sandpoint Lumber Mill
26. General Store
27. Turandarok Academy
28. Madame Mvashti's House
29. Grocer's Hall
30. Vernah's Fine Clothing
31. Wheen's Wagons
32. Scarnetti Mill
33. The Hagfish
34. Valdemar Fish Market
35. Sandpoint Market
36. Sandpoint Meat Market
37. The Rusty Dragon
38. Goblin Squash Stables
39. Two Knight Brewery
40. Sandpoint Mercantile League
41. Sandpoint Boutique
42. Fatman's Feedbag
43. The Pixie's Kitten
44. The Feathered Serpent
45. Hannah's
46. Sandpoint Shipyard
47. Valdemar Manor
48. Scarnetti Manor
49. Kaijitsu Manor
50. Deverin Manor

Spoiler: Hinterlands

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Spoiler: Help Wanted Board at the Rusty Dragon

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Post is here.

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Alright, the day is yours. Explore the town. If you're really eager, don't forget that Ameiko keeps a Help Wanted board in The Rusty Dragon.

On this fine late summer day, Sminerano strolls about town, going leisurely and observing the Swallowtail festival preparation proceedings. Ekhaszer's business has been going slower and slower of late, with the older alchemist needing longer and longer afternoon naps, and going into more of a semi-retirement in his sunset years. This makes Sminerano a little nostalgic for the wild times they had together exploring the Mwangi jungle, but today, he decides to put his concern for his ailing master aside, and just enjoy the fresh air and the bustle of the town as it puts its best face on for the big festival.

This will mean a lot of visitors to the town. Maybe some will be even more exotic than me, the young vanara reflects, smiling to himself.

Indeed, as a member of a race native to a land far from Varisia, he strikes a very different figure than the majority of born-and-breed Sandpoint people. Shorter than most adult humans, Sminerano's body is lithe and flexible, covered in short, soft fur the color of ivory, carefully groomed and meticulously clean. His head is topped by a thick mane of hair in the same color as the rest of his fur, with hand-like feet - he doesn't wear shoes - and a prehensile tail over three feet long. His face is decidedly simian in features, very mobile and expressive, with an easy smile and deep brown eyes that hint at his sense of fun and humor. He wears with pride the colorful clothes of his adopted home, Varisia, including the traditional kapenia scarf in the colors of Ekhaszer Kenric's family - purple, green and gold, with the addition of a well-used, leather apron, covered in stains and discolorations, a tell-tale sign of his work in the alchemy lab.

Sitting and dozing under a tree near the town square, Deren fades in and out of consciousness as he digests his morning meal. Stretching with a yawn he watches various craftsmen working hard on the cathedral, putting the finishing touches on the impressive structure.

"Well, it is impressive, Jade," the Sczarni says in response to the subtle communication of his hidden companion. The scorpion chitters back in annoyance, as if it finds the humans' behavior utterly alien - which it probably does. "just because you don't understand and I don't particularly worship Desna doesn't mean it lacks beauty and grandeur. Besides, the work brings in trade, and that's how we got this," the young man lightly shakes his pouch, filled with more gold than he really new how to spend. "Yeah, that trader paid well for the family's protection on the road last week. With this we can live easy for quite a while, or at least till we get too bored and decide to spend it instead."

Rising from his shady spot the young man notices what he is sure must be some kind of monster walking down the street dressed as a Varisian. Going suddenly silent, his green familiar peeks out of his hood, right beside a matching green tattoo design, to see. "What do you think that is, Jade? None of the townsfolk are running screaming, so it can't be too dangerous. No I don't think it will taste good! Are you hungry again? Ugh..." he watches the furry humanoid walk about for several moments before shrugging and saying, "Let's go buy something. What do you want to get today, buddy?"

On a whim he decides to follow the monkey-man from a distance and see which stores might be along the way. "As long as they take gold, it shouldn't be too bad. Jubrayl hasn't exactly given me limits in town..." Deren mumbles as he walks.

"What do you mean no one has responded yet?!" The elf before the innkeeper makes no effort to his his frustration. "Sandpoint is full to bursting at the seams, and not a single adventurer will answer my call? How can this be, Ameiko?"

The woman rolls her eyes a little, clearly exasperated at the same complaints. "Perhaps no one wants to die, this week? she supplies, barely sparing half her attention from wiping down the bar and glasses.

"Ugh!" the elf exclaims, disgusted. He steps into the bright, sunny day with a scowl that would put thunderclouds to shame. He meanders towards the hub of all the noise, lost in thought until he sees Sminerano moving towards him.

Suddenly, the scowl is replaced by a grin, and he strides forward confidently to clasp his friend's hand. Facing thus, he has no problem noticing the young man who quickly ducks around a corner and peeks out from beyond. "You appear to have attracted attention.... Again." He sighs, before continuing. "You're being followed, but he doesn't look too dangerous." Despite his words, he places a hand on the hilt igneous longsword, more a personal reassurance. "Any chance you come bearing news? I cannot abide having so little work to do in the city. All these new faces are making it harder for us old hands to get along!"

Ameiko happens to pass by the pair talking, but she seems to be in a hurry. She waves at Sminerano and almost interrupts them. "Almost forgot my appointment at Vernah's! The list is almost full, and I'm sure wearing clothing tailored by Rynshinn will attract lots of the right kind of attention!" Then she bows slightly and rushes off.

*thud* "That's it, I've had it!" The feet of Rax's chair thump heavily to the floor as he jumps up from his reclined position. Scowling down at his poor hand of cards, he tosses them facedown onto the table, folding, and follows it with a small pouch of silver. "I'm out! One more hand with you lot and either I'll be out of coin or you'll be out a first mate!" The swarthy sailors across the table pay no heed to his threats as they scoop up what used to be his coins and start dealing another hand amongst themselves - they've heard them a dozen times en route from Riddleport, and what must have been a hundred times since they'd been forced to put into Sandpoint for repairs.

"What's the total, Jargie?" Sighing, Rax leaves the card table behind and walks over to the bar, resisting the urge to peer out the window at the docks, again, where the work was proceeding on the Lady's Fortune at what seemed to be a snail's pace. "Bad luck again, eh, son?" Jargie Quinn, the Hagfish's one-legged owner, shuffles over, polishing a glass. "Bad luck would would imply it's a transient condition," Rax replies dryly as he counts out even more coins to pay for his breakfast and drinks, "at this rate, I fear I must instead be under some frightful curse. I'm going out. If any asks for me-" he looks back over his shoulder at his "companions", and seems to change his mind. "you know what? Nevermind." His tab payed, he quickly slips out the tavern doors before Quinn can turn the subject into one of his famous "yarns". It'd probably be the one about his leg... again!

As soon as he steps out the door, Rax realizes his error, but too late - the bright light of the midday sun strikes him full in the face, causing him to cry out in pain and throw up an arm to shield his eyes. Hissing, he pulls his hood up - like he should have done before going outside, and remains crouched over, eyes watering. After a few moments, the burning pain subsides to a dull throb, and vision, while not comfortable, is again possible. Sun-blasted ship. Sun-blasted city. Sun-blasted ship stranding me in this sun-blasted city. Ugh! Fuming, he sets off down the road, heading anywhere that isn't the same four walls of the Hagfish he's been stuck in for days.

He cuts an unusual figure walking down the streets of Sandpoint, even full as they are with revelers anticipating the upcoming festival. Beneath his heavy cloak and hood, he wears a mis-matched array of salt-stained clothes and weatherbeaten leather armor, looking much like a quintessential pirate out of Riddleport. The effect is aided by the rapier riding at his left hip; in the slums of Riddleport, walking around unarmed was an invitation to get your head knocked in or your wallet taken, but to his surprise here it seems to be the norm, and Rax feels quite a few inquisitive glances following after him as he makes his way through the crowds. Or it might be that other distinguishing feature; the dusky-purple skin that betrays his drow heritage. bumpkins... Rax thinks bitterly, still squinting against the glare.

After a time his wandering starts to take on a particular direction, towards Varnah's Fine Clothing. What was her name? Wyn... Ryn...Rynshinn! That was it... She'd been the one bright spot to being trapped in Sandpoint, so far, and talking to her always made Rax feel better, somehow. His feet start taking him to her store again of their own accord, and Rax starts mentally rehearsing what he might say to impress her, hoping she's not too busy with the Festival preparations...

As Rax strolls up to Vernah's Fine Clothing, he sees the door shut tight, but also sees the lights on and movement inside. 4 women gossip on a wooden bench, but suddenly go quiet as they see him. They seem to shrink back away from the half-elf, unsure about him. Ameiko is standing in front of the door and pounding on it. "Rynshinn! Rynshinn! I know I'm late! Please just be dealing with the client before me and be almost finished!" she shouts plaintively into the closed door.

"Be right with you!" Rynshinn calls melodically from behind the door.

"Rynshinn! You said that once already! I have to be back to the Dragon soon!"

The door opens and Hannah Velerin, steps out, right into Ameiko. The two women almost fall but instinctively reach for each other, grab each other's outstretched hand and pull themselves aright. Rax senses they're both a bit tougher than they normally look. "Oh pardon me!"

Ameiko looks down. "The fault was mine. If I hadn't been so hasty..." She trails off.

"Think nothing of it. No harm was done." Hannah begins walking away when she turns back to Rynshinn. "Thank you so much for this." Then she heads back to her own residence.

Once the two women are out of the doorway, Rynshinn comes out of the clothing shop. She doesn't see Rax yet, and looks at the long list of names posted by the appointment shingle. "Next is," she pauses to confirm. "Veznutt Parooh. Anyone see him?" Ameiko looks a bit disappointed, but looks around anyway.

"He's not here, so he should forfeit his appointment."

"Yes I am." A small temerous voice comes from behind Rax. Everyone turns to look and they see Rax. The women on the bench look confused, as do Ameiko and Rynshinn. Then Veznutt steps beside Rax. "Down here." Rynshinn begins to laugh, and Ameiko's face puckers into a disappointed frown.

Veznutt steps closer to the shop. "I'm ready for my close-up."

Ameiko steps closer to the little gnome. "Veznutt, perhaps I could offer you a trade for your appointment slot?"

The gnome's eyes twinkle. "What did you have in mind?"

"The best meal at The Rusty Dragon, served any time you wish during daytime or early night, on the house.

"Maybe."

"The best meal at The Rusty Dragon, served any day and time you wish during daytime or early night, on the house, and I sing a song about your amazing maps."

"At Cracktooth's?" The little gnome pushes his luck. Ameiko frowns a bit more and then nods curtly.

"The best meal at The Rusty Dragon, served any day and time you wish during daytime or early night, on the house, and I sing a song about your amazing maps at Cracktooth's Tavern."

"Done!"

Ameiko hugs him. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She reaches to hug Rax and then stops, unsure, then rushes into the shop. "I can't wait to try on a new outfit!"

"That, young man, is the way to a woman's heart." The gnome chuckles, clearly pleased with himself.

Rynshinn, looks over to Rax again, gives her small smile, but waves and heads back inside and closes the door. One of the women on the bench stands up and checks the list of names.

"Moon and Stars above! Ameiko isn't after Veznutt!" The woman who was next goes over to the door. "Ameiko! You cheated!" She then looks over to Veznutt. He's already hiding behind Rax, and then he takes a few steps and flees.

"Be back later! I forgot something at the Academy!"

"Good morning, Gilraen!" Sminerano replies, happy to shake his elf friends' hand. "Followed? Really? Some young chap, new in town and wanting to learn about new places or people, I'd wager. Maybe I'll become one of Sandpoint's attractions during the festival!" He laughs at that prospect, used to the curiosity his unusual appareance often attracts.

Waving back at the passing Ameiko, he goes on, "as for news, I'm afraid I've got nothing for you. I was just enjoying this fine morning and taking a look at the festival preparations. And, let's be honest, do you really think now would be the right time to go explore your ancient homeland? Your woulnd't want to miss the year's biggest party, would you?"

"And to you," the tall elf returns the greeting with a slight bow of his head. "Likelier than not, you are quite correct. Still, one should perhaps not be so eager to ignore potential threats. It can be a stunningly effective way to receive unnecessary bruises." He smiles to relieve the tension of his words and acknowledges Ameiko as she passes.

His expression becomes unreadable at the lack of news. "I suppose this year will at least include the presentation of the new cathedral. Otherwise, I would not be particularly concerned. Still, it is perhaps a reasonable explanation as to why none of the newcomers have responded yet…" He seems to lose himself in thought, for a moment.

He bows in dismissal. "Very well, enjoy your day. At least the weather is not too gloomy. I think I'll go meet your tail. Err, that is, the person following you." He smiles at the slip, and excuses himself.

A few moments later, he stands before the unstealthy young man. He extends a hand in greeting, smiling politely. "You are not particularly adept at hiding your intentions, friend. My name is Gilraen, and you must be new around here..."

The hooded Sczarni stops short when the elf confronts him, narrowly avoiding a collision. "Excuse me? Intentions?" he stammers, backing up to avoid an invasion of his personal space. "Is there a problem with someone looking at an unusual sight like a well-dressed simian in the middle of town?"

Not taking the outstretched hand, the young man continues, finally answering the implied question, "Um, I'm Deren."

Originally Posted by Farmerbink

""Very well, enjoy your day. At least the weather is not too gloomy. I think I'll go meet your tail. Err, that is, the person following you." "

Sminerano guffaws. "Ha! Love it! I've always had a fine ear for your pointed jokes, you know that!" Still grinning, he gives the elf a solid clap on the back, and walks with him towards the newcomer.

"... And I'm Sminerano, pleased to meet you, good Sir!"

In a mock conspiratory tone, he adds, with a wink: "I'm actually just an ordinary ape with a minor magical enhancement, but don't tell anybody. It's a secret!"

Gilraen leaves his hand extended for some time, a confused expression on his face, before slowly lowering his arm.

Originally Posted by DarkOne7141981

"Is there a problem with someone looking at an unusual sight like a well-dressed simian in the middle of town?"

"Of course not. At least, not directly. If your only intention was ogling, I suppose your manners have been twice displayed. Unfortunate, that. You should really not-"

Originally Posted by Gwynfrid

"... And I'm Sminerano, pleased to meet you, good Sir!"

In a mock conspiratory tone, he adds, with a wink: "I'm actually just an ordinary ape with a minor magical enhancement, but don't tell anybody. It's a secret!"

Gilraen sighs, and turns back to the young man. "As you can tell, Sminerano is incredibly shy, and easily prone to upsetting." He raises an eyebrow and adds, "or something like that. So. Deren. Dare I ask what brings you to the lovely metropolis of Sandpoint? I doubt you made this journey for our world-famous lobster brine..."

Startled by both the others' direct approach, Deren says, "I mean no offense, though most of the time no one cares if a Varisian is offended. Your direct approach surprised me, that's all." Awkwardly offering his hand to the others, the thin, tattooed man continues, "I apologize, I am here after finishing family business and planning to stay for the festival. Is that a problem?"

Turning to Sminerano he offers his hand again and says, "And though I have never seen a creature exactly like you before, I do know you are not enchanted - I am not unfamiliar with the mysteries of such things, and your possess no such aura at the moment..."

A short, strangely dressed, older male approaches the Rusty Dragon Inn. He hesitates, and then sees Sminerano and Gilraen talking to a stranger. He walks over to them, and they recognize him as Longiku Kaijutsu.

"Is my disgraceful daughter inside?" He asks curtly. You can't help but shake your head, and he nods and then barges in. A minute or two later he comes out, looking a bit more relieved, then rushes off.

The tall elf shakes Deren's hand, and a smile erupts across his face.

Originally Posted by DarkOne7141981

"I apologize, I am here after finishing family business and planning to stay for the festival. Is that a problem?"

"Oh, no. Not at all! Not it is my turn to apologize, I also meant no offense. I did intend to ensure that you were not a cutpurse or some other potential hazard to my friend, Sminerano. That ensured, I am glad to make your acquaintance, Deren. I make it something of a personal goal to know most of the new faces at Sandpoint, as I have been tasked with a venture that has proven more... demanding than I foresaw. That will be business for another time. You say you are new here, have you seen much of the city yet? I would be glad to show you-"

Originally Posted by Shadowsend

A short, strangely dressed, older male approaches the Rusty Dragon Inn. He hesitates, and then sees Sminerano and Gilraen talking to a stranger. He walks over to them, and they recognize him as Longiku Kaijutsu.

"Is my disgraceful daughter inside?" He asks curtly. You can't help but shake your head, and he nods and then barges in. A minute or two later he comes out, looking a bit more relieved, then rushes off.

Gilraen raises a pointed eyebrow and turns to Sminerano. "I wonder what she did to make him angry this time," he muses aloud. After a pause, he turns back to Deren. "Forgive me. Master Kaijutsu's daughter is a mutual friend of ours," he indicates Sminerano. "I hope she has not done something overly foolish. Shall I show you around? Normally, I would begin at the Rusty Dragon, here, but as its proprietor is currently preoccupied with other business, we can come back later..."

Sminerano looks at Deren quizzically, trying to decide what to make of the strange tatooed man's behavior. OK, no sense of humor whatsoever, apparently.

"Er... Well, I guess you found me out then. No matter. Please excuse my poor attempt at a joke," he says. Years of living among the sometimes intolerant, sometimes welcoming humans have taught him that erring on the side of politeness is usually the safest course.

As Gilraen remarks on Longiku's unseemly anger, he just nods knowingly. Poor girl, saddled with such a sad father. He resolves to come back and pay a visit to the Rusty Dragon later in the day.

Originally Posted by Shadowsend

As Rax strolls up to Vernah's Fine Clothing, he sees the door shut tight, but also sees the lights on and movement inside. 4 women gossip on a wooden bench, but suddenly go quiet as they see him. They seem to shrink back away from the half-elf, unsure about him...

"Be right with you!" Rynshinn calls melodically from behind the door.

Rax hesitates at seeing the door closed and the line of women outside, but hearing Rynshinn's voice bolsters his resolve and he crosses his arms to wait, giving a curt nod from beneath his hood at the ladies on the bench.

Originally Posted by Shadowsend

Once the two women are out of the doorway, Rynshinn comes out of the clothing shop. She doesn't see Rax yet, and looks at the long list of names posted by the appointment shingle. "Next is," she pauses to confirm. "Veznutt Parooh. Anyone see him?" Ameiko looks a bit disappointed, but looks around anyway.

"He's not here, so he should forfeit his appointment."

"Yes I am." A small temerous voice comes from behind Rax. Everyone turns to look and they see Rax. The women on the bench look confused, as do Ameiko and Rynshinn. Then Veznutt steps beside Rax. "Down here." Rynshinn begins to laugh, and Ameiko's face puckers into a disappointed frown.

A slow smile starts on Rax's face at Rynshinn's appearance, but then he flinches as all eyes suddenly turn on him, and he takes half a step back before the gnome steps forward and clears up the confusion. He's quiet... a part of his mind files away for later use. Might want to keep an eye on that one... Somewhat abashed, he takes a step to the side so as not to obstruct the following conversation.

Originally Posted by Shadowsend

"Done!"

Ameiko hugs him. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She reaches to hug Rax and then stops, unsure, then rushes into the shop. "I can't wait to try on a new outfit!"

Rax stiffens at the attempted hug, and awkwardly tries to cover it up with other nod at Ameiko's retreating form. Southerners... he sighs inwardly. why must they always be so touchy-feely?

Originally Posted by Shadowsend

"That, young man, is the way to a woman's heart." The gnome chuckles, clearly pleased with himself.

Rynshinn, looks over to Rax again, gives her small smile, but waves and heads back inside and closes the door.

"You don't say..." Rax replies absentmindedly, his frustration coming back as Rynshinn leaves without a word. Irritated, he turns to say something cutting, but the gnome is not where he was last standing...

Originally Posted by Shadowsend

"Moon and Stars above! Ameiko isn't after Veznutt!" The woman who was next goes over to the door. "Ameiko! You cheated!" She then looks over to Veznutt. He's already hiding behind Rax, and then he takes a few steps and flees.

"Be back later! I forgot something at the Academy!"

"An interesting fellow..." Rax remarks as the gnome scampers away, trying to break some of the ice between himself and the women outside the shop. "Don't tell me, he's the one in charge of procuring supplies for the lumber yards. Or perhaps the town purchasing clerk? Is he always so flighty?" He attempts a smile, though he doubts if they can see it clearly beneath his hood. "Is the line, ah, quite long?" he asks, pointing to the appointment schedule on the door. His hopes of seeing Rynshinn today are falling rapidly...

"Veznutt sells maps, when he can find a buyer. He also teaches the younger children at the Academy. The older ones tend to get too rowdy with such a small teacher." Katrine, the woman reading the list of names responds to Rax. "After Ameiko will be Veznutt, then Arika Avertin, Katrine Vinder, that's me, Jillian Hosk, Merissa Valdemar, Chask Haladan, and Courrin Whesterwill. Do you have some business with Rynshinn?" Katrine is young and attractive as well, but something about the way she moves and talks tells Rax she's already seeing someone.

Seeming to settle down and becoming comfortable with the conversation, Deren replies, "Oh, you misunderstand - I am not from Sandpoint, but I have visited several times over the years. The festival this year will be quite exciting, what with the cathedral being dedicated and all. What do you think?"

Another man comes walking up to Vernah's. He's tall but stiff, and wears very expensive clothing. When Rax asks, he says his name is Boswick and that he too, is here to see Rynshinn.

"I hope you don't mind a bit of friendly competition."

After what seems like an eternity to Rax, Ameiko comes out of Vernah's, with Rynshinn behind her. "So you're coming to the Dragon tonight, right?" Ameiko asks behind her. "I'm going to sautee some freshly caught and cleaned scallops. Isn't that meal one of your favorites?"

"Ooh, that sounds so great!" Rynshinn closes her eyes and smiles. "I hope I can make it. I have a lot of customers today." Rynshinn says.

"Of course you can make it. I won't start them until you're there." Ameiko says cheerfully.

"Wonderful! I'll be there." Rynshinn says. She sees Rax waiting for her. "Hi, Rax. Sorry about earlier. Some people can be so demanding. And Boswick, too. I'm afraid I don't have much time for either of you."

"Zashong! It wasn't that long!" Ameiko protests.

Boswick seems to take the snub in stride. "I wasn't expecting to see you here Ameiko. All these lovely ladies around could drive a man to flee and wait for a more opportune time."

"Boswick." Ameiko acknowledges his presence, but her voice seems neutral and measured.

Again, Boswick seems unfazed. "Very well, I shall take my leave. Would one of you other ladies like to accompany me? I'm headed to Risa's for a drink."

The other women look at each other first, and then wonder if they'll lose their spot just like Arika had. But Arika decides her appointment is already spent. "That sounds nice." she says. "Rynshinn, can you put me on the list tomorrow? Early morning, if possible."

"Yes, I think I can. I also think someone owes Arika and the other women here something nice too, for making them wait." Rynshinn points out.

Ameiko sighs, then nods. "Of course. How about this. Ladies, we'll all come over to Rynshinn's the night before the festival. I'll bring some niceties and we can plan together. You don't mind, do you Rynshinn?"

Suddenly volunteered, Rynshinn's mouth comes open before she knows what to say. Then she thinks about all the last minute changes that may have to happen. "That sounds great, as long as no one minds helping out if the seams aren't all finished."

Arika takes Boswick's arm and they walk off together towards Risa's Place. The other women are quite pleased with the new development. They all start chatting with Ameiko, which gives Rynshinn a moment to turn to Rax. "I'm glad Boswick is gone. It was nice of you to stay and wait. Can you meet me at the Dragon later?"

Veznutt passes by Arika and receives a scowl from the young woman, but shrugs. "Take two!" he says cheerfully.

Rynshinn smiles again at Rax and holds the door open for Veznutt. "Right this way." She says.

Ameiko says her goodbyes to the women and heads back to the Rusty Dragon.

Originally Posted by DarkOne7141981

Seeming to settle down and becoming comfortable with the conversation, Deren replies, "Oh, you misunderstand - I am not from Sandpoint, but I have visited several times over the years. The festival this year will be quite exciting, what with the cathedral being dedicated and all. What do you think?"

"Yes, it will be great rejoicing for us to have a temple again. I understand how, for many in town, it will feel like a new beginning." He would say more, maybe, but seems to think the better of it. Not the right time to recall a painful past, and not the right person to do it with.

Ameiko walks up to the inn and sees the trio still talking. "Well hello again! Come in if you'd like, and bring your new friend!" She opens the door to the inn and holds it for the group.

Originally Posted by Shadowsend

"...After Ameiko will be Veznutt, then Arika Avertin, Katrine Vinder, that's me, Jillian Hosk, Merissa Valdemar, Chask Haladan, and Courrin Whesterwill. Do you have some business with Rynshinn?"

Rax's spirits slide lower and lower with each name Katrine lists, until he's thinking of giving up and trying again tomorrow. One more try... maybe I can catch her when she finishes with that girl... Out loud he says, "Oh, I was going to place an order for a- a hat, yes... maybe I'd better wait until after the festival, huh?"

Originally Posted by Shadowsend

Another man comes walking up to Vernah's. He's tall but stiff, and wears very expensive clothing. When Rax asks, he says his name is Boswick and that he too, is here to see Rynshinn.

"I hope you don't mind a bit of friendly competition."

Rax looks the man over, noting the fancy clothing in stark contrast to his own mismatched garb. He ignores the man's remark and crosses his arms to wait. How much longer...?

Originally Posted by Shadowsend

After what seems like an eternity to Rax, Ameiko comes out of Vernah's, with Rynshinn behind her. "So you're coming to the Dragon tonight, right?"

...

Arika takes Boswick's arm and they walk off together towards Risa's Place. The other women are quite pleased with the new development. They all start chatting with Ameiko, which gives Rynshinn a moment to turn to Rax. "I'm glad Boswick is gone. It was nice of you to stay and wait. Can you meet me at the Dragon later?"

Rax remains with his arms crossed throughout Boswick's flatteries and departure, nurturing a growing resentment for the man. If I'm ever low of coin, or hot air, I know who to visit... At Rynshinn's question he shakes his head, blinking, as his attention returns to the present. "At the-? Oh! Sure, it's no trouble. I'll save you a seat! Good luck with the rest of your, ah, customers!" He decides to follow Ameiko back to the Rusty Dragon immediately, since he doesn't have much else to do and this way he won't get lost...

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Ameiko walks up to the inn and sees the trio still talking. "Well hello again! Come in if you'd like, and bring your new friend!" She opens the door to the inn and holds it for the group.

Rax gives a start as the group in front of the inn comes into view, suddenly looking at the largest... monkey?!?... he's ever seen! He blinks his eyes rapidly, trying to make sure the light and heat aren't playing tricks on him, but the figure remains. As he gets closer, he only gets more and more confused, as it becomes clear that he- it- what-ever-it-is! is dressed in brightly colored clothing and wearing a leather apron stuffed with tools - and speaking in Common?? He stops a few paces away from the group, and as Ameiko goes to the door he quickly takes in the armed elf (warrior-sort, that one...) and the tattooed traveler (outsider... Sczarni, perhaps?). He hesitates, not going to the door yet, and waits to see how the others respond to Ameiko's greeting...

Deren nods politely at the hostess of the Rusty Dragon and heads inside to have a drink and maybe steady his nerves. Under his cloak he feels Jade crawl around for a better position to watch and listen. As the scorpion eventually settles on his left wrist Deren makes it a point to sit at a table near the bar with his left hand in his lap, out of sight of a casual observer.

Sminerano brightens up further at seeing his innkeeper friend back. "Well certainly, a pleasure as always!" he says, entering the door with a broad smile on his ape-like face.

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Assuming everyone comes in to the bar.

Ameiko pulls a few bar stools down off the bar, and wipes it down quickly, before offering them a seat. "What would you fine gentlemen enjoy today? I have a fresh keg of ale from Two Knights I can tap, a few bottles of mierani wine I stashed away, or you could sample a rice wine I've been working on. My stock of that is quite small, as I'm not quite happy with it yet, but it will definitely take the edge off. I also have a pork quarter and some roasted onions and peppers left from last night's dinner I can do something with, if you'd like." While the group is deciding, Ameiko calls upstairs.

"Bethana! Bethana! How is the work coming?"

A halfling girl puts both hands on the bannister to the stairs and then pops her head out over it. "Fine, my lady. All the unoccupied rooms are prepared for tonight, should someone else wish to stay."

"How is Shallelu's room?"

"Still unused, my lady."

"So she hasn't come back quite yet." Ameiko says to herself. She then looks over at the message board. "What's this?" she says curiously, as she sees a new notice. "A reward for finding someone, but the details aren't listed. Nor the patron. It just says meet them at Risa's place tomorrow evening."

Deren quietly orders some ale, nursing it slowly and watching the others warily.

Originally Posted by Shadowsend

"What's this?" she says curiously, as she sees a new notice. "A reward for finding someone, but the details aren't listed. Nor the patron. It just says meet them at Risa's place tomorrow evening."

Gilraen speaks up from his seat, having already accepted and begun drinking an ale. "Oh, Hmm. Your father came by. He says his life is drab and meaningless without you, as he always does." With a broad wink he continues, "perhaps he posted it? I know not what he would need this person for, but I suppose you could ask him."

Filibert and Growler make their leisurely way up the road towards Saddlepoint, the halfling man alternating between appreciative appraisals of the scenery on either side of the road and recounting of stories heard by the fireside. As Saddlepoint comes into view, however, Filibert's speech lapses as he approaches with anticipation. Suddenly giving a sly glance to his companion, the halfling gives the wolf a gentle shove toward the margin of the road, yelling Last one there is a lily-livered lizard lover!!! Even as Filibert runs as hard as he can toward the gates, his companion gives a playful growl, crouching with his tail wagging in the air before springing into the chase and easily overtaking him. Growler pulls up beside Filibert, tongue lolling out the side of his wolfish grin, and the tiny man laughs his way to a stop as the wolf gives his face a long lick from chin to temple. Steadying himself with one hand on the horn of the military-style saddle strapped across the back of the wolf, Filibert makes a great show of wiping imaginary gobs of slobber off of his face and out to the margin of the road before resuming the pair's walk up the road.

As they walk into the town, Filibert's gait slows, as he takes in the sights of something more closely approximating civilization than the empty wilds and border towns through which his wanderings have taken him. While appraising the sign swinging outside the Two Knight Brewery with obvious interest, his attention is distracted by the sound of crates and barrels coming loose from the straps keeping them precariously perched upon a rather shabby-looking wagon being driven by a Sczarni woman, looking as though she's seen more than her share of miles. Oh, no! Please, miss! shouts the halfling as he moves to assist. Allow me! The woman's look of dismay fades into one of scorn, and she clicks her tongue dismissively at Filibert before noting the comparative ease with which the tiny man is able to lift and shove the items up onto the cart. As the Sczarni woman is pulling the straps tight and mumbling her thanks, Filibert grins broadly before bowing low. It is my pleasure, frie-

Suddenly he feels a yank on his sleeve, and yelping his surprise and dismay, he turns to see Growler's teeth on the exposed fringe of his padded undershirt, and looking back to the road he notes the flapping cape of a haughtily dressed figure on a tall black horse turning the road's corner far ahead. Muttering and eyeing the now-distant figure with irritation, Filibert gives Growler a grateful scratch about the ears and a pat on his armored shoulder. Looks like I owe you my skin again, buddy... and I don't know about you, but I'm about ready for lunch! What do you say... are you hungry? Hungry? As the wolf's tail lashes about in excited recognition of that magical word, Filibert swings his way up into the saddle and dramatically shouts a mock battle command, Onward, to glory... and Lunch!!

Originally Posted by Farmerbink

Gilraen speaks up from his seat, having already accepted and begun drinking an ale. "Oh, Hmm. Your father came by. He says his life is drab and meaningless without you, as he always does." With a broad wink he continues, "perhaps he posted it? I know not what he would need this person for, but I suppose you could ask him."

"Or I could do that for you, should you want to know." Sminerano casts a sideways glance at Gilraen, hoping that his friend takes the hint. Not the best joke subject.