Feb 19, 2022 8:47 am
Start of Act 2
Morgo happily leads the group out of the Jolly Lager and across the settlement to what appeared to be - by far - the largest yurt in Syrinlya. As the group approaches, the pungent scent of incense begins to fill the air, and it only becomes more oppressive once the door is opened into a large circular room.
The room is dim, lit by a burning brass brazier set in the center of the floor, and the luminescent glow of arcane runes painted along the walls. Around the room are a few push chairs, a bed, and a large stone chest - and in the back wall is a cloth door leading to a back room. It's a home - which is surprising, since a place this large seemed more suited for a storefront (particularly when looking for a person called The Buyer).
"It's off-hours," Morgo says as some kind of explanation, shrugging a bit as she confidently leads them toward the back.
As the adventurers head through the rather homey entryway and through the cloth door toward the back, they find themselves in an even larger circular area - larger, even, than the dimensions of the yurt would seem to be able to accommodate. Rather than a typical storefront, however, the layout is almost like a large warehouse - the items stored in large crates, stacked high to the ceiling, rather than displayed like one would expect out of a normal shop.
The incense smell now suffuses the room, a rather heady mix of opium, lotus flower, and musk, and the deep teal glow of magic light paints everything in blues, greens and dark shadows.
Toward the center of the warehouse is a desk, at which a high elf of indeterminant gender sits, sorting through numerous stacks of paperwork, and occasionally taking notes in a large leather-back ledger. A tiny green dragon - about the size of a house cat - with luminous green butterfly wings lays curled up among the paper stacks.
"Ah, I see you've finally made it. And only slightly inebriated." says the Buyer, without looking up from their writing - something about their tone seemed to make it sound like they hadn't expected even that much out of the group. The small dragon blinks awake and looks up at the adventurers curiously. "Your supplies have been prepared. Is your plan to head out this day, or do you require respite from your voyage?"
Morgo happily leads the group out of the Jolly Lager and across the settlement to what appeared to be - by far - the largest yurt in Syrinlya. As the group approaches, the pungent scent of incense begins to fill the air, and it only becomes more oppressive once the door is opened into a large circular room.
The room is dim, lit by a burning brass brazier set in the center of the floor, and the luminescent glow of arcane runes painted along the walls. Around the room are a few push chairs, a bed, and a large stone chest - and in the back wall is a cloth door leading to a back room. It's a home - which is surprising, since a place this large seemed more suited for a storefront (particularly when looking for a person called The Buyer).
Morgo Delwur
As the adventurers head through the rather homey entryway and through the cloth door toward the back, they find themselves in an even larger circular area - larger, even, than the dimensions of the yurt would seem to be able to accommodate. Rather than a typical storefront, however, the layout is almost like a large warehouse - the items stored in large crates, stacked high to the ceiling, rather than displayed like one would expect out of a normal shop.
The incense smell now suffuses the room, a rather heady mix of opium, lotus flower, and musk, and the deep teal glow of magic light paints everything in blues, greens and dark shadows.
The Buyer
"Ah, I see you've finally made it. And only slightly inebriated." says the Buyer, without looking up from their writing - something about their tone seemed to make it sound like they hadn't expected even that much out of the group. The small dragon blinks awake and looks up at the adventurers curiously. "Your supplies have been prepared. Is your plan to head out this day, or do you require respite from your voyage?"
OOC:
What will you do?
