Aug 4, 2022 6:30 pm
Nira Melubb's gigantically magnified eyeball tracks down to the gems the wizard sets on the counter and then to the pin still in Eltrezar's palm. "Hmm... A fortuitous haul, it appears," the mutters looking back up at the medium. He picks up the smallest of the gems and peers closely at it with his glass, then does likewise with the other two. A minute of two passes as he does his appraisal, quietly muttering things just too deep under breath to quite make out, before he looks up and replies to the wizard, "Fifty gold... One hundred gold... Five hundred gold." He raises up a gem with each estimate. "My appraisal is quite accurate, I assure you, though you can certainly search for a second opinion if you like. The pin," Nira replies, extending his open palm for Eltrezar to turn over.
Entering the small room that double as an audience chamber and study, Luban, Mal, and Spugnoir encounter the priest Calmert sitting behind his desk keeping notes in a small ledger book. Looking up, the man and studies Mal's face a moment. "Acolyte Stoneforge. You look... different. Enlightened? Perhaps you have returned to my study a bit more certain of your path to divine favor?" His eyes turn to the half-orc, "Hmm, or perhaps you've simply come to exhaust our community of my much needed miracles again."
He stands up from his desk and moves to the door leading out into the church's processional. "In any case, why don't you and your new companion have a seat a moment while I take care of a small task and I shall return shortly. Perhaps your friends here might be interested in the admiring our small collection of tracts and scrolls that we keep on display here, and perhaps they might even appreciate your teachings regarding the costs which go into procuring and maintaining such a collection, even one so modest as our may be." He gestures, not unexpectedly, to the collection box before leaving the room for a moment.
Entering the small room that double as an audience chamber and study, Luban, Mal, and Spugnoir encounter the priest Calmert sitting behind his desk keeping notes in a small ledger book. Looking up, the man
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[*The priest looks up at the sound of Maloria dropping a hefty amount of coin into the donation box,]He stands up from his desk and moves to the door leading out into the church's processional. "In any case, why don't you and your new companion have a seat a moment while I take care of a small task and I shall return shortly. Perhaps your friends here might be interested in the admiring our small collection of tracts and scrolls that we keep on display here, and perhaps they might even appreciate your teachings regarding the costs which go into procuring and maintaining such a collection, even one so modest as our may be." He gestures, not unexpectedly, to the collection box before leaving the room for a moment.
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*Retcon addition of 50 gold to donation box; August 6, 2022.Rolls
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