"Oh, Uncle. I don't think Wirrow knows how to let anyone in. How could she, living like she did all alone on the edge of town? I'm amazed Meagan let you in! But Meagan was somebody before her first husband was killed. Wirrow is still learning who she is, and she thinks she has to do it by herself. She doesn't know she's part of a tribe, yet."
Candlekeep
"Oh, Uncle. I don't think Wirrow knows how to let anyone in. How could she, living like she did all alone on the edge of town? I'm amazed Meagan let you in! But Meagan was somebody before her first husband was killed. Wirrow is still learning who she is, and she thinks she has to do it by herself. She doesn't know she's part of a tribe, yet."
But I've seen them.
Elves that can fly, zipping around through the mists and laying CURSES on those who venture too deep. And if you don't heed their warnings... they TAKE YOU. My brother Jeb was gone for three months before they let him go, brain addled beyond the repair of any cleric. That's how I know.
There are elves in them hills.
"Indeed!" she replies. She wasn't actually sure if there was a customary response—Zenithral wasn't much for customs—but agreeing seems appropriate.
"Not that this stable looks particularly muddy, of course!" Stella hastily adds, holding up a careful hand towards Laurëa. "It looks well-tended." She lowers her hand and nods, looking around for a moment, then back to Laurëa. "But have you seen the book, or where she might have been when she lost it? If not, may I have a look around?"
This is taking forever... she bemoans. Well, much longer than I would like, she corrects herself.
Rolls
Investigation (¿Dónde está el libro?) - (1d20+4)
(4) + 4 = 8
Inspiration ("Think, girl, think!") - (1d20+4)
(9) + 4 = 13
dieter scribbles on a scrap piece of parchment goats are good investment.
I think I’ll try some more books "excuse me, could I read some books on mathematics and bookkeeping? " dieter says to a passing custode
Kay takes another look around the store admiring the attire. The dresses were lovely they’re like i’ve never seen! and you say that bugs can make such a fine material? I have truly been edified and maybe one day after my travels I’ll be able to afford such fineries"
Kay waves goodbye to the shopkeeper and heads back down the street looking at shop windows and merchants stalls as she strolls back amazed by the variety offered.
Runeson finds Laurëa sitting at a small table in the corner, sipping lightly from a cup of wine. She smiles up at him as he approaches. "There you are. How is Tulco? The horse?"
Beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship.
Behind every good business is a great bookkeeper.
Many small businesses would rather face an angry barbarian horde than tackle their cash flow statement.
Laurëa finishes her business with the saddle and puts a finger to her lips. "My, you are a large horse. Perhaps we need one a little bigger still."
She removes the saddle and hangs it on the wall, then washes her hands. "Alright, Seeker. Come with me."
Laurëa leads Stella through the stables, eventually ending where there are several milk cows. "This is where Phlydia spends her time when she comes. You say she was rather dirty? Perhaps she slipped..." They search the stalls for some time, which is not a pretty business. Perhaps a visit to the steam pools might be necessary after all...
And then Stella finds it. Buried under a brown mess of a pile is a thick book, whose barely legible title reads History of Halruaa.
Laurëa winces. "Well, I am sorry about the state that it's in, but I am glad you found what you were looking for!"
Inside, Wirrow sits with several tomes in front of her; some of dubious origin and language, others on topics Keggruk could have easily predicted. She looks warily at the orog as he enters.
"Ah, thank you! These look very, um..." She opens their covers and glances over the summaries. "Interesting!" She is almost glad the book on Evereska is so... unique, since seeing the name of the city her father once lived in unsettles her a little somehow.
"I'd love a book of ballads next. Popular poems and epics would be wonderful, too."
"Do you... have enough..." He tries again. "Maegan gave you a supply. How is that working out. Is it enough? Are you running out?"
He walks out.
Sometime later the young adjutant returns. "This is one of my favorites!" He puts a small booklet in front of Aiwë. The cover has a stylized titanic wave. "It's completely fictional of course. It's actually lore from a card game that I... Erm. Nevermind that. It's quite good!"
When Mesen returns she accepts the book with a vibrant smile. "Thank you! These are perfect! Maybe if you're at the Hearth tomorrow I'll be singing about Kiora!"
He starts walking off with a spring in his step, then suddenly rushes back. "Um... Did you need anything else?"