Chapter Six: The Muster of Caltlikrath

Over the din of chattering travelers and street vendors, a shouted phrase stands out to Mordred, and he turns his head to look for its source. Next to a wine-seller's cart, he finds it.

"Curative ice! Curative ice from the lands beyond time. Confers vigor the to the body and tranquility to the mind," cries a young woman in a short orange dress. A mahogany box rests on her hip, attached to a strap slung across her shoulder. "Good sirs and madams, for the road ahead, curative ice..."

Not 100% sure if they are still up, but I did recast spells on us when we left the Heirophant's palace, so you might be Invisible. Or it might have expired, or we could say you've ended it or whatever.

The invisibility/disguise spells would have expired by now.

Since Leth and Zangua have limited availability right now, we should probably hit pause on their storyline until they start posting again.

The young woman seems a bit taken aback by Mordred's aggressive approach, but shows no change in expression at any of the references he drops to Seglogron, devils, etcetera. If she finds it odd that you're approaching a northeastern gate while you're ostensibly traveling southwest to Utwar, she doesn't show that either. She glances down at her box of ice as if wondering whether sharing trade secrets will hurt her own business. In the end, she shifts back to a confident posture, smiles, and says: "I'm not supposed to tell about the supplier, but if you buy some of my ice I think I could give you a hint in the right direction. It's two silver for a single piece, or one gold for six."

Her brow furrows. "The whole box? What do you want with all this? I don't know how many pieces I've got left...maybe a hundred...I don't know why they don't just sell it in blocks to taverns and the like, seems to me that'd make more sense..." She cracks open the lid, glances inside, and shrugs. "I'll let you have all I've got for twenty gold, but I'm keeping the box itself. It's not mine and I don't know that they'd want me to sell it."

If you guys don't have a Large Sack in your inventory, you can source one from one of the other peddlers nearby.

The woman looks skeptical. "You're trying to find out what's in it, aren't you? Well, good luck if you can. It doesn't taste any different than regular ice." She transfers the ice by the handful to the sack. "Head for the Boulevard of Turana and look for a man named Bord. He has pox scars that he tries to cover up with a beard that doesn't grow right. You might find him at the Green Lotus. He knows where to get the ice, but if he doesn't want to do business with you, don't make trouble for me, alright?"

Up to you two!

Felor, you would recognize this person as half man, half dragon, and you would be familiar with the race of dragonborn, even if you might never have seen one in person.

Felor ducks behind his shield and lights up the dragonborn cultist with holy radiation as he advances on Zangua.

Combat will resume once Leth or Zangua return. Felor, I'm afraid you're on pause with them, unless you want to run away and further subdivide the party!

~meanwhile~

Domarc and Mordred part ways with the ice-seller and demur the advances of the other peddlers nearby, all of whom are quite impressed that she managed to sell you a few pounds of ice for 20 gold. They proceed out the city gate, passing under the thick wall encircling Hazard and stepping out onto a dirt road in the middle of a grassy expanse that borders a tree orchard and grazing fields. There are vendors outside the walls as well, but fewer of them, and it's not long before you're following the path back to the Randy Pike in relative solitude. It should only take you an hour or so before you're back with the rest of the party.

No that's cool, I was going to suggest pausing until one of them returned anyway.

OK, we will be on semi-hiatus until Zangua and/or Leth come back, then. In the meantime, feel free to Ask Your DM Anything in the Plot Notes thread!