Hearing everyone's conversation about their views on the pendant, Matt simply stuff one of them in his chest pocket, and shrugs.
"If thing is evil, i'll get rid of it... but for now, i'll keep this... who knows when it'll come in handy."
to Arlen: As you pray to Sune, She answers you. An odd feeling comes over you as you look at the amulet; it is not magical, in the Wizardly or Sorcerous sense. You can sense that it was used as a ward against divine power, especially the kind used to turn undead. It may have had other purposes, as well, but those are not obvious.
General: In response to the Guard's urgings, the massive stone gates leading into Fairhaven are slowly being pulled open.
'Sure Abe. I'll be fine. The padding in my armor took most of the impact, I guess I'll have a briuse and it'll be a bit stiff. Nothing some witchhazel and warm compresses won't sort out though',
she smiled pleasantly at the Magic User.
'One thing's for sure, it'lll be good to take a nice hot bath and a sleep in a bed, I do hope they have some decent inns in this place.'
"That would be to my liking too. A warm meal, cool ale, & a roof would be a welcome change. But I am a litte worried your shoulder wikll get stiff. Come back to the wagon & lets get a compress on that shoulder."
I walk beside Fern, digging through my belt pouch for my ointment jar & watching her walk out of the corner of my eye.
I help Fern out of her armor, gently easing her arm out on ger injured shoulder. I could see a angry purple bruise on her neck, & knew that she was gonna be sore.
"Fern, that shoulder looks like it hurts like hell. here, I'll wrap it up, & hopefully it doesn't stiffen up too bad. "
I turn & step inside my wagon, going to my small chest of items & pulling out ingredients & my bandages. I grind up some herbs & other items in a mortar, & mix it with a salve I carry with me.
" Ok Fern, come over here & let me fix that."
With the weight of her armor removed, her modesty retained by the thin forest green cotton under tunic, Fern's shoulder already felt much better. She tilted her head slightly to one side so that Abraxas could examine the extent of the contusion.
'Now don't you go aggrovating it', she said, smiling at the helpful Magic User, 'I know what your like with your prodding and investigating in the name of science'
She sat down on the back wagon step to allow him to administer his concoction. 'Phew it doesn't smell to good, that isn't going to do much for my evening socializing'
"Um Fern, I'm kinda gonna need to wrap your shoulder, so unless you wanna charge admission, I suggest you step inside. I promise I won't peek, you got the bigger knife anyway."
Why does she allways make me blush. Its not as if I have nerer seen a woman before, I just have never seen a naked woman before.
I step back into the wagon, waiting for Fern to follow.
'Are you sure all this attention is necessary, it's only bruise', Fern said as she entered the wagon. 'You're not getting a bit carried away with this field medic stuff'.
She removed her tunic and turned to face him, her swede leather halter revealling a modest amount of cleavage
After examining the amulet Arlen turns towards the rest of the group, Abraxas and fern had already left to the wagon.
Arlen walks towards the wagon to get her equipment, she could not wait to get a decent room and a hot bath... especially after fighting those Zombies...
maybe she could even find someone to share her bed with... It had been a long time ( well at least thats te way it seemed ).
After looking around abit, Matt retrieves his arrows from the corpses of the zombies, then slowly moves back towards the wagon to wait for the next interesting event to happen... which would hopefuly be the group arriving at the local tavern.
The gates finally open enough to let wagons go through, and the Guard resumes its job of checking everyone's papers, tarrifs, and tolls. When your caravan comes through, the Guardsman glances at Abdullah's paperwork, and gruffly says:
"Five silver is your gate fee. Your caravan guards payed the rest of your toll by stopping those zombies."
He then salutes each of you.
"Ordinarily, I take a dim view of sell-swords remaining idle in Fairhaven for any length of time, but if you want some work, come by my office..... Hm. Day after tomorrow, I'll be off the Gate Rotation. We could always use some talented adventurers for our Special Crimes Group. Enjoy your stay here in Fairhaven!"
I quickly patch up Ferns arm & shoulder, then help her back into her armor.
"There, should be good as new in a few days. Now, how about I buy you lunch , since you did save my butt there."
I step out of the wagon, extend Fern my arm, & head tward the city, following the wagons inside.
The poultice prepared by Abraxas soon begins to ease the stiffness in my shoulder and neck. The caravan owner paid the subsidized gate fee, taking Abraxas' extended arm I loop mine around it and enter the city.
'That's sounds like an offer I can't refuse', I say to Abraxas as he offers to buy me lunch. 'I think we should check out a place to stay first though so we can at least get the dust out of our hair', I look at Ish. knowing full well she would be in agreement with that suggestion.
Tuning to one of the guards as we pass through the gate house I ask, I don't suppose there somewhere that we can get a city plan, you know, Inns, Bazarres and stores? Or at least can you point us in the direction of a good inn'. I smile sweetly at the guard.
The guard looks at Fern, then points off tward a stone inn "The Wanderer is a good in. Foods not bad & the beds aren't infested."
She bats her eyelashes at him & takes my arm again as we move off tward the inn.
We enter a smoky common room, & find a table near the stairs. A barmaid comes up, & I order myself a lunch, as does Fern. 8 silvers later, we are enjoying one of the first hot meals neither of us has cooked ( we let Ish try cooking once, never saw someone concoct a stinking cloud spell & put it in a solid form).
" So Fern, what are your plans now? Besides a hot bath & a clean bed. I realize how what I just said could be taken & I know I am blushing furiously.
OOC - I'm quite happy to go off tangentially and do some city roaming and stuff. But I think the whole party needs to be co-ordinated more. Thats not a critism, it's just difficult to keep everyone involved, waiting for replies and stuff. Maybe we can like have meet up points were we can all report back and stuff, and go off in groups or individuals.
I don't know what time of day it is, I am assuming around 12 noon or early afternoon.
IC:
I tuck into the hearty Game stew brought to me in a large wooden bowl as requested, with a basket of roughly cut pieces of bread to dip into it. It is good to eat a meal that has been prepared in a proper kitchen. After several week on the caravan it is a relief not to be facing a lentil casserole and strips of dried meat..
I look up at Abraxas, wiping my mouth on a piece of cloth. 'I think i'll get out of this armor, have a bath, fix my hair maybe slip into something lighter and investigate the town. Perhaps we could check out the bazarre or market place see if they've got anything interesting. It might be worth stopping by the Captain's Office to see if they've got any jobs, afterall now we've arrived we should look for someway to earn a few silver. What do you think?'
I look over at Abraxas who seems to be a little red in the face, 'Perhaps his food is a little warm', I think to myself.
Ralak parts company with the others of the group as some of them go off to do there own little thing.
Deciding on taking some time to get accustomed to this city, Ralak strolls though some of the more populated streets looking for a few items that might come in handy.
Finishing our meals, I look over at Abraxas, he appears to be in some deep thought. 'You've got that look about you again', I say, 'I hope you aren't going to wander of on one of your wonderlust quests again, besides I could really make use of you if you want to come and scrub my back for me', I wink at him
"Well, I need to tell you this is as far as I am going as a member of this caravan. I have a man to meet, & then we are going by magical means to Waterdeep, so I am going to have to say goodbye." I take her hand in mine, & kiss the top of it.
"May we meet again someday, when I am more experiened."
I then pick up my staff & head out the door, not looking back for fear I would betray my master's instructions.
A lump formed in my throat as Abraxas sprang his surprise farewell and a heaviness formed deep in my stomach. Trying to blink back the tiny beads forming in the corners of my eyes, I smiled at him as he took my hand gently. 'I understand', I lied, as he made his goodbye gesture, 'Besure, to study well and safe trails.', I paused, then added 'I'll miss you'.
He turned and walked from the inn without looking back, I was glad of that as a tear rolled down my cheek. Biting my lips together I looked around to if anyone else from our travelling group was about.
I needed a bath, heading over to the bar I motioned to the innkeeper.
'Hey Landlord, any chance of a room and a bath, I ask.
'Surely, he replied, 1 electrum per night - that includes breakfast, and evening meal. Baths are 5 silver extra'
I hand him 25 silver, 'thats should be right for 2 nights', I say to him, 'could I have the bath now', I ask
'I'll have the maid draw the water up now he said, prolly be 30 minutes or so before it'll be ready if that's ok'.
'Perfect', I reply, 'Just enough time for another jar of your fine mead', I smile at him and pay the 5 copper for the drink.
'Tell me, The caravan had some trouble's earlier at the gate with some strangely robed zombies wearing broken wheel amulets. I'm from the dalelands and I have never seen that symbol before, its really quite peculiar. Do you know anything about them?' I ask
Lethe watched the two, from where he sat brooding and drinking alone. The mage, reluctantly stepping away from where the girl sat. Not looking back.
I'm like a cancer. Pain. It heels me and spreads, even from afar. Lethe grimaced.
His pale, long fingers moved across the table, drawing a strange device in spilt, sour ale on the scarred wood. It was a broken wheel.
'...wearing broken wheel amulets'
Lethe had been idly eavesdropping on half a dozen conversations, restlessly dipping in and out of their currents, but the snatch of a sentence he heard from the bar awoke him.
He glanced at the empty ale-jug.
'More ale', said Lethe, pushing five large, irregular copper coins over the counter. His voice was soft, but could be heard over the noise of the crowd.
He turned around. The woman, dressed in soft green clothes, who had spoken was the one he had seen earlier, talking to the mage.
I was still waiting for a reply from the innkeeper when a tall blond haired man stepped up to the bar, glass in hand. 'More Ale!' he commands in a soft yet demanding tone.
His armor is strange, made from black leather and garnished with silver bracing. 'Not an inexpensive article', I remark to myself, glancing at my own standard padded leather.
He pushes some coinage across the bar in payment for the beer and faces me, his blues eyes seem sad and yet his manner is confident.
'Did I hear you mention the broken wheel symbol?', he asks in his soft tone.
I look carefully at him, the blackness of his armor and it's quality immediately raise my caution.
Eyeing him carefully, 'I.. I was just asking the landlord what the broken wheel symbol was, We.... I, noticed it earlier on some of the robed figures fighting outside the city gates.', I explain as casually as possible.