Reginald
The trio, along with their animal counterpart, traversed forest and plain alike. They met very little on their way to the city of Elsie Vale. The group walked along the northern path from the cave in the Dragonclaw Mountain to Port Beacon. As the group came closer and closer to the city, its beacon, its namesake, the Sky Pillar, came more and more a focal point. It was their North Star in their journey and kept them on their path. 

Port Beacon was unlike any city that Kaly had visited. Its wharf and bazaars dazzled the senses. Mazes of stalls and storefronts lined the cobblestone paths of the streets. Bumping into the street goers, Kaly made small, curt apologies to them. She continued to keep an eye to ensure the solider and the stranger along with the wolf pup followed along behind her. She came upon an inn that held a restaurant in it. She leaned against the doorframe and spoke to her companions. "We should get some food and a drink. We need to figure out what exactly we need for the travels ahead!" She awaited their answers.
Darryl
_Pyranel sighs as they get to the town, "Well... We need to get some hunting supplies... And new clothing for me." He looks around, a tad nervous, "Maybe a map... And some directions to places that might be able to help me... And you." He keeps his spear close to his side, almost at a ready stance. He looks at Kaly, "Not sure how to go about that..."

He starts going through his charred gear, seeming to look for something he saw earlier. He sees a draw string pouch with metal bits in in, "Hmm... What is this?" And shows Kaly. What she sees is a good chunk of copper pieces and a few silver currency._
Reginald
Kaly nodded and placed her hands on the string pouch. "We should probably keep this in a safer place until you have gear that isn't so..." Looking at the ashened and burnt gear. "Charred." She gently took the pouch and placed it in her bag's front pocket. "I promise it is safe with me. I have no wish to steal from you. Only help you." Weaving through the crowd, she led the stranger to a shop with a sign hanging above it. Lovett Tailoring "They should have something here for you. What are your sizes?" Her green eyes traveled up and down. Shrugging, she took his hand and pulled him into the shop.

Inside, there were piles and piles of cloth in all different shades of colors. A short, squat woman with curly gray hair tutted along humming a cute little jaunty. Not wishing to scare the woman, Kaly coughed a bit and shouted, "Excuse me!" The woman jumped and let out a tiny scream. "Oh goodness, you scared me! So sorry to keep you waiting. What can I do..." The woman stopped in mid-sentence as she gazed over the stranger beside her. 

"He is in desperate need of clothes. His house burned down in the next town over and he lost everything. The poor fellow was just wandering the trail up to this town when I found him. He was only able to salvage a few coins and a few pieces of clothes and weapons. Would you please, please help us?" Kaly gave the woman a look of pure desperation and melancholy, hoping it would sway the woman to help them. She nodded and set to work finding a shirt and pants that could be easily tailored to fit his build. Kaly let the woman work her magic with Pyranel. Sitting upon a stool, she watched with curious eyes.
Darryl
_Pyranel sighs with the little lie... And then just watches as the woman works on getting clothes. He smiles a bit as more comes over and he just shrugs out of the charred clothing and keeps his pants on. He carefully tries a shirt here and there and realize they fit... A tad loosely. He nods his thanks, but his nervousness is apparent.

He watches the woman raise an eyebrow at his heat, she whispers, "You should see a healer..." He shakes his head a bit before, "Don't worry..."_
Reginald
Shrugging and giving Pyranel an apologetic smile for the lie, she turned her attention to the contents of her bag, giving the two privacy. Her bag had so much trash in it from the travels. She pulled out all the papers with doodles, the clothes that had so many ink stains on them, and the loose herbs from her mixtures. She threw them in the woman's fire place. It crackled with some of the herbs but the fragrance was sweet and calming. 

As the woman buzzed around him, she noticed him shake his head. Intervening, Kaly looked Pyranel up and down with a confident smile. "You sure look better in these clothes! Now all you need is a good bath and a good meal. Am I right... Oh how rude of me! I didn't ask for your name, our saving grace!"

The lady blushed at the compliment and stated, "Sophie Lovett", then started buzzing around Pyranel again. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Lovett. I am Kaly. You have such a lovely shop. It must be teeming with patrons!!" 

At this, she gave a small smile and shook her head. "Ever since my husband died, it hasn't been the same. It started as a flowing river... Now... It's just a trickle. When you all came in, I was so pleased. I miss the challenge that walk through the doors with each person." Again, peering at Pyranel and then back at Kaly, she laughed. "You fellow. I think you are the most challenge I've had in decades." Kaly snorted along with the woman.
Darryl
_Pyranel eyes the burning stuff, his eyes picking up a slight glow, almost fixated... Before he violently shakes his head, pulling his gaze away. He pulls away from Sophie and gives her a wry smile of apology, "Just... A bit scattered..." He looks to Kaly and raises an eyebrow, "What was in that bag that I gave you?" He was curious...

His eyes return to normal with a few blinks and he smiles, "I think... I am just tired from the travels.. And the fire." His eyes flit to Kaly as he goes along with the story. He looks to Sophie, "It's good to bring business... But I have a small question... Where could someone go to learn magic? Or to control it?"_
Reginald
"Oh, that wasn't the contents of your pouch!" She pulls the small pouch from the tiny pocket on the side of her bag. "See! That stuff I burned, it was just some loose lavender and rosemary." Hoping Sophie did not catch the glow of his eyes, she coughed. "Sorry, tickle in my throat. Also, do you have any recommendations for food, rest, and magic?"

Sophie paused and pondered the question. Shifting her gaze between the two, she nodded. Walking to the desk beside the door, she pulled out a scratch piece of paper and a quill. Scribbling down her note, she gave the paper to Kaly. Kaly read it aloud:

"Food and Rest - Brinewater Inn"
"Magic -???"

Handing the paper to Pyranel, she gave a shrug. Sophie, turning to the stranger, whispered, "I don't know about magic or where to find a mentor. I am sure someone at the Inn would be able to help find those answers. Be careful about who you talk to about your... Magic... Some do not take kindly to that due to religious reasons." 

She finished dressing Pyranel and asked him to step up to the mirror. "What do you think? Does this suit you?"
Darryl
_Pyranel slowly nods, his eyes downcast, whispered, "I understand..." He turns away to the mirror and looks at himself in the new clothing. He shrugs slightly before nodding, "Seems fine... And not too... Hot within." He looks to Kaly and shrugs, "It'll do... But I think I need to see a leather worker later..."

His gaze turns to Sophie, "Is there any such in the town? And is there a smith as well? I want to see if the spear is... Salvageable..."_
Reginald
Nodding at Pyranel, she took the paper from him and stuffed it in her bag. "It... It looks good on you. And of course, we'll find a leather worker. I think the kind lady has had enough inquiries and *Challenge* For one day." Turning to nod, she pulled out several silver coins and a gold one. Handing it to the lady, she said her thanks and tugged Pyranel out of the shop. "THANK YOU, SOPHIE!!"

Once out the door, she towed the man to the nearest street sign and looked up. "Well she gave us a name but no clue how to get there." Kaly smirked and shook her head. "Oh this will be so much fun."
Darryl
_Pyranel is yanked out, "Thanks!" He catches himself as he is tugged and shrugs along with her, "Well... We can walk the streets and see what is around... Or..." He looks about and sees someone walking near by, "Sir... We are new to the town. Could you tell us where Brinewater? Or any general stores?"

The gentleman slowly came to a stop as he listened and then slowly nod, "There is a general store next to the Brine... Check by the docks." He chuckled slightly, "The name gives it away..."

Pyranel nods his thanks and then looks to Kaly, "Well? Shall we?" He turns his gaze away and seems to take a whiff of the air, the scent of strong salty water fills the air. He looks toward the north, "Maybe this way!" And waits for her to follow before heading north._
Reginald
Following behind Pyranel, she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Let's do it!" She keeps pace with Pyranel as they searched the cobblestone streets and their nostrils for the Brinewater Inn. As the scent of the seawater became almost intolerable, the thatched roof of the inn came into view. 

Excitedly, Kaly hastened her steps at the prospect of food and drink. As if her mind and her stomach were connected in telepathy, her stomach growled deep and loudly. "I could honestly eat three deer and a rabbit..." With the tavern door in sight, the music and voices clashed in the air above them and signaled it was a crowded night. She opened the door and the cacophony hit the pair with full force. "Looks like my kind of place!" Kaly shouted back to Pyranel as she entered without a care in the world.
Darryl
_Pyranel laughed as he entered with her, his eyes going wide with the crowd that resided inside. He stopped, suddenly nervous for some reason. He sees a variety of races, but predominantly human. They seem to wear almost the same clothes, as if they are from the same group. Smaller groups of different habits also seem to permeate the room. "Hmm... These religions that the seamstress mentioned?" He half whispered into Kaly's ear._
Reginald
Nodding at Pyranel's assumption, she weaved through the crowd and came to the bar. Yelling at the maiden behind the bar, "ONE HONEY MEAD PLEASE!! PYRANEL, what do you want??" As she waited for him to order, she could not help but tap her foot on the floor in rhythm to the bard's music. It was a happy, folky jaunt that ebbed and flowed with the voices of the crowd. Some patrons clapped. Some danced. And some huffed in their various darkened corners of the tavern.
Darryl
_Pyranel eyes the crowd a bit before, "I'll take the same." His gaze moved back through the crowd and he spotted a group of dwarves. He nods toward them, "The dwarves seem friendly and they might know.." He looks to the server, "And a pitcher for that table." Pointing toward the dwarves. The server chuckles and nods, "You know how to treat em." She heads off.

Pyranel pauses at that comment, his head cocked to the side in puzzlement. He shrugs a moment later, not sure why he knew that. He looks at Katy, "Well?" And he moves off to the dwarves. As he approached, he gave them a greeting, "Hello sirs.."_
Reginald
As Pyranel received his drink and walked toward the hoard of dwarves, she took her mead and gulped it down in one swift motion. Burping, she chuckled at herself. Already feeling the small warmth in her belly, all she wanted was to feel that fire burning brighter and wilder. Flagging down the server again, she ordered another mead. Winking at the maiden, she giggled, "Thank you, darlin. You're making this evening sweeter than this mead." With that, maiden blushed and Kaly moved toward the table of dwarves and now Pyranel. 

Without hesitation, Kaly sat down and roared "Hello, sirs, I hope the mead be cold and the maidens be hot!" Taking another large gulp, she turned and beamed at the strangers around the table. "We are looking for some help and offer this pitcher of mead for your assistance. Will you help us?"
Darryl
_The dwarves look up from their chatter, their gaze bouncing between the two that stopped at the table. One of them gruffed, "For ale... Sure." He smiled wide, his teeth showing, "So what is it that you want to know?" Another dwarf was peering at Pyranel far closer than nicety allowed. He looked perplexed and spoke out in dwarvish.

Pyranel grinned rather wide, "Well dwarves know the best place for weapons... And mountain gear." He jested. He sat down next to Kaly and looked over when he heard the dwarf speak. His eyebrows rose as he understood snippets of it. He looked surprised as he responded in kind, in response, in dwarvish as well, "As the Mountain wills." He reels back as all the dwarves at the table snap their gaze to him.

The dwarf that spoke first looked agitated, spoke common, "And how... Do you know that, human?" His gaze flicks from Pyranel and his partner that spoke to Pyranel. He breaks into a spattering of dwarvish with the dwarves.

Heat slowly built up more as Pyranel shook his head in shock. He looked befuddled and shocked that he knew what he knew. He would slowly start to stand up, his head shaking, "I don't... Know..."_
Reginald
As Pyranel sat beside her, she could feel the heat emanating from his body. Feigning ignorance, she turned her attention toward the conversation at hand. Her eyes widened as Pyranel spoke Dwarvish. *Remember to ask him how he knew those words...* She thought to herself as she looked upon the faces of the stunned dwarves. Giggling awkwardly, she forced her gaze toward the mead and drank it. 

As the dwarves began talking amongst themselves, she could not help but feel a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. *Run. Danger. Run. Danger.* Instead of listening to the voice, she sat. She sat and she chortled a forced laugh. "Listen, fellas! The mead is getting warm. Please drink up so we may buy you another pitcher of ale. All for the low, low, low price of a point in the right direction. That's all we need. And we'll be out of your beard... Hairs... Faster than a jackrabbit running from a wolf." She flagged down the maiden and asked for another pitcher for the table. "Maybe, we could even share a jaunt before that!" Even as she said it, she knew they were not the singing type.
Darryl
_The leading dwarf looks him over, his eyes wary before, "Sit... Please... I meant no offense..." His gaze darts to one of his companions and a smattering of dwarvish trades between them. The leader turns back to Pyranel as Pyranel slowly sat back down, his body acting as his mind reeled, in common, "This one," Points to one of the dwarves, "Says that you... Look familiar... As a friend."

Pyranel's mind settled on that comment and shrugged, "I... Don't remember what happened... Beyond a few week ago... For all I know... I could... But don't..." He shakes his head a bit before, "Something happened in the mountains... And..." He stops there before, "Who are you and yours?" He asks patiently._
Reginald
*Confused by the dwarves lack of response to her, she once again repeated herself. With a loud cough, she tried garnering their attention.* "FELLAS!! EXCUSE ME!! I'm trying to come to a compromise here and y'all are ignoring me. So let me offer one more time, point us in the right direction and we will leave you alone with another two pitchers of mead." 

*Feeling the seething anger build, she took a couple of deep breaths to steady herself. Taking a sip as well to quench the fires in her belly. Glancing around the table, she landed on the one who seemed to be leading this hodge-podge of dwarves.* "The name is Kaly Oakenfury. I have dwarven blood running through my veins. Who *Are* You?"
Darryl
_The lead dwarf turned to look at Kaly and blushed slightly, "Sorry ma'am... Just this one is... A mystery..." He sighs a bit before, "Bromson Hearth..." He smiles slightly, "Thanks for the pitchers... As for directions... What do you two need?"

Pyranel sighs a bit and looks to Kaly, "I am sorry as well... Just... Lost now..." His voice comes out soft. He looks over to the dwarves, "If that one knew who I was before... Then please let me know... If I was a good man..." He pauses and his head cocks to the side as if he is listening to a voice, this voice saying 'You were...' It sounded exhausted... As it fades away. He blinks a bit, his eyes flashing between light brown and orange before settling on brown.

The dwarf that recognized him looked him over with a slow nod, broken common comes out, "Trained... Warriors... Called friend..." He paused a moment... "Nelson..." He says almost quietly.

Pyranel blinks a bit, his head shaking a bit, "Pyranel..." He says slowly. He turns away, his hands moving to his head as if trying to hold back a headache.

Bromson Hearth looks between Pyranel and the other dwarf before settling on Pyranel, "What happened in the mountains?"_
Reginald
Kaly nodded her head in satisfaction as the two apologized to her. "You're welcome, Bromson Hearth. As for what we need, I assume we need mountain gear, weapons, and answers." A warm smiled crept across her face as she talked. As Pyranel once again began attempting to glean information from the dwarves, she sat exasperated and sipped on her mead quietly. 

The question of what happened in the mountains piqued her interest. With the alcohol settled in both her mind and in her stomach, she interrupted the two. "Well, I don't think *He* Knows what happened in those mountains." She jutted a thumb out and pointed to Pyranel. "I can tell ya what I experienced..."

Kaly sits up a bit more in her chair and clears her throat. "The scene is set. Mist crawling down the cliffs and peaks of the moutain. A lone Kaly looks at her map. She's lost. As she stops by a lake, she spots another and his companion. A wittle baby wolf... Or was it a fox... Definitely wolf. Anyway, she follows this person up to a cave and asks for food and warmth. The stranger is nice and welcoming. Plus, did I mention the baby wolf?!" As if lost in the eyes of said baby wolf, she stares ahead hazily for a couple beats before shaking her head and continuing. "We exchange pleasantries and stories. He tells me about his... You guessed it! BABY WOLF! And then this guy comes stumbling in like he's been torched! He's mumbling and stumbling and here I am thinking, 'Man, I'll have what he's having, you know.' But then he tells us he remembers nothing. And I mean NADA. But he seems nice enough, so we share the fire and some food with him and go to sleep. Next morning, we set off and head into this town right here. The guy and the baby wolf, well their path led them to different adventures."

Taking a big gulp of mead, she belched loudly and giggled. "I can't tell ya fellas anymore than that."
Darryl
_Pyranel listens to what Kaly said and slowly nods to what she said, "She speaks well..." He looks up to them, "I woke up in a cave system... Alone... With charred forms... And battered gear... I gathered what I could... Not knowing what happened. Once I grabbed stuff that I thought I would need... I went wandering... For a few days before stumbling onto Kaly here..." He grabbed a mug and drunk some of the stuff, his face contorting into disgust before putting it down, "Nope... Don't like that..."_

_The dwarves look between each other before slowly nodding, "We heard of an explosion..." Bromson looks back at Pyranel, "Well... We now know what happened... In a way..." He looks between the two before, "As for supplies... All Things General can help... And as for smithy..." He points to one of his fellows, "He'll lead you there... Along with leading you to All Things..." He smiles slightly, "But sit... Rest for a mo... Among friends..."_
Reginald
Raising her tankard, she downed the rest of it, belched again, and wiped the foam off her lip. "Yes! Let's sit among friends! Sit, drink, and eat! What's the best thing you can get from this tavern?" She turned to each of the dwarves, hoping for an answer that contained the words "Mashed" And "Potatoes". 

She took the pitcher of ale and refilled her mug with it. "Bromson, tell me! What is the best part about being a dwarf? I would think it'd have to be the beard, am I right?!" She giggled with a sparkle in her eyes.
Darryl
_Pyranel sighs a bit before, "Let us get a roast..." He looked over to a waitress and gestured her over, "Some meat and mashed potatoes for the table please..." He turns away after she nodded. He looked between each of the dwarves then back to Kaly, "Let's see what we get..."

Bromson chuckled slightly at Kaly, "The beard... Aye.. But I would say the fortitude to drink whatever we want is better!" He then shows it by downing his tankard in a string of gulps. He lets out a belch and slams it down, "Always good here!"_
Amy
With a devilish gleam in her eye, she shouted, "I KNEW I LIKED YOU! Me, being part dwarf, I got that same trait. Thankfully, I did not get the beard. I don't think it'd suit me." A big, hearty laugh from deep within her belly thundered across the table.

She waved to a bar employee that was passing the table. "Hey! Id like a roast, some potatoes, and rolls for the table please. Oh! And two more pitchers! Can't leave this company sober, am I right?!" She winked at Bromson as the employee nodded and walked away. 

Raising her tankard in the air, she began a toast. "To my new friends, may I bless ya with my father's favorite toast: 'May the waters be smooth. May the shining sun be bright. May your troubles be soothed. May only dreams visit you at night. May the ale stay ice cold. May all your meals be hot. May your best be bold. May the coins be aplenty and a lot. May the gods keep us and ours!" She clinked her tankard with Bromson's and others then took a big gulp from it.