Gameplay - The Dragon Who Asked Too Much

Hasan wisper back to Hehsh, "Well we were under duress and a difficult situation when you came up, Its more.. calm now."

"I've never called you that either. You'll have to tell us these bardic stories how that name came to be then Ruby."
"Greetings, I'm Hasan with the City Guard."

"I have gifts for you, rewards for my rescue and to assist you in the deeds to come."

She offers each of you the choice or either a magical weapon or a magical armor (make your choice of base type or weapon or armor and I'll tell you what magic item she gives you), other than Ruby who already has such a weapon, whom she offers a Robe of Billowing (billows at will).

Garth bows low.

You are as generous as you are powerful. If it pleases you, a staff would be my preferred choice. If you have none, then armour or a crossbow would work as well.

"Thank you your dragon-ness, I shall use this wisely." Ruby bows respectfully, already excited to try out this robe.

Mavis hangs back, feeling like she's gatecrashed a private celebration. She also feels vicarious pride, such gifts! What a heroic party of adventurers she has joined to deserve gifts such as these, and from such a noble dragon.

She approaches Ruby, admiring the robe and casting a professional eye over the rare dyes used in its construction.

"Eeh, that looks champion on ye, Ruby. Oh aye, if looks could kill then tha'd not need other weaponry."Mavis attempts a smile, but her face translates the unfamiliar request into a leer. Mavis, realising she’s spent a lot of time staring at the stitching on the robe’s chest, snaps her eyes back to meet Ruby’s gaze. She compounds her faux pas with a friendly wink.

Garth, Ruby, and Hehsh have chosen.

Hasan and Mavis (yes, she includes you)?

Mavis's eyes are drawn to a plain, dull, dark dagger. Its slender, slightly curving blade and narrow quillion make it look like a long claw or spur.
Nodding thanks to Pananthys, she takes it, intrigued by it's lack of adornment.
Turning the blade, Mavis catches glimpses of runes running down the blade. They seem to picked out in the same metal but textured differently. A different alloy?
There's a slight groove running down the blade which, in Mavis's experience, means that it was intended to be used with poison.

Although Mavis isn't a smith, she's still a dwarf and she searches her memory for who might have created a blade such as this.Not drow. If 'twere drow then she'd expect to see it overly decorated with spiders.
It doesn't have the sturdy, chunkiness of the dwarves or duergar.
Svirfneblin? Why would the deep, secret gnomes of the underdark need an unreflective dagger in a world without light?
No, it's a mystery to Mavis, but a pleasing one.

Nodding thanks again to Pananthys she walks back to the group admiring the craftsmanship of the weapon.

Ruby absolutely thinks Mavis is hitting on her. Her eyes widen for a second, and a small blush adorns her face. "Oh, why uh, thank you." She scratches the back of her neck, gazing everywhere but at Mavis. She's rather...forward.

The dragon uses telekinesis to move the items to each of you. A robe for Ruby, a pearl stone for Hehsh, a hand crossbow for Hasan, a 8 inch carved serpent for Garth, and the dagger for Mavis.

"Go forth, and use these items with honor in the defense of innocent life. Much rests on your shoulders, but please know I, too, will be working in defiance of tyranny. Together, we might rewrite destiny."

You feel dismissed.

"Thank you kindly." Hasan says as he inspects the weapon.

The snake wraps itself around Garth's arm with the head of the snake appearing to drink from the silver inlaid in his tattoo. He stares at it in wonder.

Thank you for this amazing gift, I will endeavor to use it for good.

These new items will require attunement, basically an hour of attention and contact, save Ruby's robe which just works.

Mavis recites a formal goodbye in Dwarvish, and turns to the party.

Does this party have a leader? Mavis, a stickler for discipline and order, wonders
I suppose Hassan as a city guard has the most authority. Perhaps he’s waiting for us to signal our readiness to leave.

Reet! No sense in faffin’ ‘bout. Off t’ City of Blackwater was it?

Mavis turns to leave, then turns back, somewhat abashed,

Errr.. does anyone have foggiest ‘ow we get there?

Garth has been staring at his gift and only half listening to the conversation. Then something tweaks him back to attention.

Blackwater? Oh, I can get us to Blackwater. I was born and raised there.