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Indeed, I posses many wares that are valuable to practitioners of the Arcane Arts!

Gavun opens several velvet-lined draws and displays some remarkable artifacts. The price on each of them 100gp.He says he might be able to special order in more potent magical gear, in the range of 500gp, but he'd need a few days and 100gp payment up front to cover the expenses of contacting dealers.

As for the dragon he responds as thus:

"They call her Icasaracht the Frostbane. Fabled creature, a treasure hoard rumoured to be filled with more gold than every coin in the north combined. But don't get any grand ideas. That path leads only to death."

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You approach the old temple and see that Raishe has already discovered it. It is an open-air amphitheatre with no doors, welcoming all who wish to worship. You enter, and see Raishe among a pile of rubble and refuse.

"It's a thing of beauty," Raishe says. He is walking around in slow, wide circle, his face to the sky.

"When I'm in this old temple, I feel at peace with my faith. At peace with myself. Like, all that happened before this time was just to bring me to this place, and now my true life's work can begin. "

He kneels to clear away some stone debris and lifts up an brass brazier and smiles.

"I believe you came for this?" he says, his voice faintly distant and offers your the brazier.

"Please tell the others that I have found my place in this town. And while our paths are diverging, we are still fighting the same battle. Please visit often, and tell me of your adventures, will you Pageflap?"

He leans over and pats the mighty stone walls of the tempe.

"In the meantime, I will work day and night until this old temple is the shining beacon of hope that it once was."

IMAN

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You walk with the old man back to his house where Matthew helps him doff his armour.

"Ho now, teach you fighting?" Sir Winter says. He laughs.

"Gods, you look like a bloody dire bear! You don't need refinement! Weaker men refine their technique to make up what you have - raw ferocity!"

He pulls you in closer and you can smell the booze on his breath. He drops the facade of the noble knight and whispers:

"Do not fear death. Put it all on the line! There's nothing worse than growing old and useless. I would trade all my years for a chance to go back and to die a glorious death in battle. It's too late for me, but its not too late for you. Go down in a blaze of glory. Never grow old."

An elderly woman emerges from a room in the back of the house.

"Dear? Where did you get off to? Oh, putting on that old tin can again! How many times do we have to tell you? You're just being a nuisance to the sherif. You should be in bed, sleeping off your illness."

Sir Winter rolls his eyes, shakes his head, and gives you a knowing look.

"Ah, yes of course dear. I'll head back to bed right away."

AEGAR and BARENDD

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The gutbuster hits Aegar like an ore caravan. You feel queasy enough that you're starting to regret that second helping of breakfast. Barendd, on the other hand, feels like he just drank a delicious beverage of a fine vintage.

LAST TIME, ON D&D 5E GAME FOR NEW PLAYERS ....

The party came to the town of Whitesparrow, a northern town once famous for its hospitality and Voidwater wells but since the fall of the Arkasian Empire has been in a steady decline. They were ambushed by bandits calling themselves the Night Blades. The party dealt with the threat easily, and accepted the bandits' surrender including Rose, who would turn out to be the daughter of Amanda Jess, keeper of the Summerspring Inn.

The party turned in the bandits to the local sheriff Ruth Willowmane and her soft-spoken brother Matthew. The party learned the town was named after now-deceased albino Kenku general of the old Empire, whose keep sits empty on a hilltop overlooking the town and is rumoured to be full of ghosts. They also learned the Night Blades were once led by Ralavaz the Night Blade and his brother Gardren until the town burned the lot of them in a nearby watchtower. Gardren was burned alive, but Ralavaz was arrested. Ralavaz is out of prison now, and people around here suspect the resurgence in the gang is his doing.

The party spent the night at the Summerspring Inn, and in the morning decided to help it with its bug problem. They descended deep into a dried-up hotspring below its foundations, and discovered a mess of alien tentacles. Through the steam, they came to a large mass, and when they experimented with touching the tentacles, the whole thing attacked them. The mass surged with every spell they cast, and seemed to be some kind of egg sac, birthing a monster with enormous claws. Before it could come into this world, they destroyed the mass and Barendd cleaved off a single claw from its hand and later forged it into a weapon.

After, the party explored further and found a cavern full of such masses and crawling with many, many more bugs. They encountered 2 more circular golden port holes that matched the first, a box with with some symbol too difficult to read, and at the center a portal through which all the water was draining out of and all the tentacles were spilling into our world through. Pageflap identified the golden port holes to be enchanted with teleportation magic and the box to contain enchanted artifacts of some kind, but the party left them alone because of the danger present in the cavern..

Once returning to the surface, the party went its separate ways and explored the town a bit. Aegar and Barendd snuck into the local tavern that has been closed down for some time and discovered 2 barrels of vintage gutbuster, a Dwarven beverage delicacy and industrial grade paint thinner. Pageflap gathered some material components and met the local outfitter, Gavun Grayhorn. He also bid farewell to their compatriot, Raishe, who has taken to fixing up the neglected local Temple. Iman chatted with an old knight who warned him to never die old. And Kit, unbeknownst to everyone else, disappeared into his grimoire.Having finished their galavanting, the party regroups at the Inn. Entering the common room, you see a broad-shoulder dwarf with a large hammer strapped to his back sitting down with Amanda at the kitchen table, chatting like they are acquainted. On the near end of the table is Kit's grimoire, but no sign of Kit.

"It's been since the spring since we last saw you Master Stormhammer. Good to have you again. Oh look, here come those nice boys I was telling you about earlier." Amanda stands up politely and gives the party a kind bow. "Find anything down in that tunnel?" she says to the group.

"Worms and slugs is all?" responds Amanda, trying to parse Aegar's painful sentences.

"See? Nothing to be alarmed about, but thank you for checking. Perhaps I can get a cleansing ritual from Master Grayhorn to ward off vermin."