Salvation Outpost

Earic leads Kleber, 37 and Gzizmix through the streets and the city is bright and welcoming in the sunny afternoon. The people are friendly, however, there’s an overall downtrodden feel to its citizens.

As you enter a small market district, the vendors have eager-to-please attitudes. The wares are of good quality and the prices feel more than reasonable. You get the feeling that the citizens are trying a little too hard, perhaps even a little desperate.

The city’s guard have a noticeable presence and one even recognizes and greets Earic. You approach a grey workshop and Earic takes you to a side door. "Well, here we are. I have a loft above Mr. Flintbeard’s shop. He’s an amazing smith, he used to be an armourer in Eston. Worked with mithril mostly.", he says the last bit quietly. Earic waves a ‘hello’ to the silver haired dwarf who is delicately tapping away on a piece of chain mail. The smith gives a polite nod in return, but continues on his work.

Kleber and 37 inspect the doorway and everything appears fine. Earic opens the door and reveals a tight stairway that ascends to the loft. Kleber takes the lead, cautiously climbing the stairs. Earic’s loft is a simple, one room flat. A small bed, a table with a single chair and a tiny kitchen is crammed to the right of the stairs. To the left, the majority of the loft is dedicated to space for Earic’s study.

Littered with books, parchments and maps, one might think the room had been ransacked. However, as Earic joins Kleber, he simply apologizes for the state of the room and says sheepishly, "I don’t get many visitors here. I don’t really have a proper place for you to sit.". He clears a pile books off a small, but sturdy end table and offers it as a seat along with the kitchen and desk chairs to the three of you. The loft smells strongly of the forge below and despite the delicate work you observed, you can hear the sound of hammer on metal coming through the floor. "I’ve never asked, do you have plans to stay in Salvation? I know of a few vacant places there where you could sell your services."

He busies himself restocking his bag and uses the water closet to change into a more formal dress. "Something to think about. Feel free to freshen up as well, gentlemen."

Meanwhile at the Gliding Boot Tavern…

Gwenylleth sips on her second glass of Cyran wine. "I guess I should thank you three for the company. I know Core, what are your two names anyway?"

Vice introduces himself in grand fashion, ordering a second beer.

She eyes Malbor cautiously, "It’s not often I get a sorcerer digging around in my head. Find anything useful?", she says and takes a long sip of her wine.