Cortney
*As the sun goes down, the harmonies of the bards rise high above the clouds. Their songs making even the songs dance as they tickle the promises of dreams. Where legends can be born in the very taverns citizens often frequent at. That, should you believe... Names will be etched into books and statues erected in your great honor. Oh how lovely the muse of the instruments are, thrilling as they are seductive in their tunes.*

*No tavern can be spared the fantasies of the various adventures. How could they? Somehow information has become wide spread and the chase is on. Nobles from across the countryside, rival cities and many unknown names are posting notes all over the quest boards. Aspiring adventurers seeking out brotherhood, kinship and perhaps love? Whatever the reasons, there is not a single soul that isn't talking about this magical tome, sealed away in a crypt somewhere.*

"You wouldn't find the damn crypt even if it was right in ya mum's back garden!" *A boastful man bellows as he nearly spills his mug of ale, holding it high in cheers with the group he associates with.*

*Lyres play, viols sing, smaller men scowl at the bigger ones. Yet as rugged as the many men are, there are equally those who look as though they never faced hardship in their life. Odd. Seldom do the nobles and common folk mix. Researchers treat one another to drinks, farmers gawk at women well dressed who are too busy gossiping about the knights who could be willing to break their vows for them*

*Yet despite the excitement and chaos. You, dearest adventurers. Are phoenixes waiting to rise from the common flock. Your reasons for getting involved are your own, but you should know better than to keep Iris Lovell from waiting. Very few invest in mercenaries, and this woman has her connections. Connections made with you, connections that need to be proven and built upon.*

*The beautiful red head stands at the bar, twirling her hair as her amber-hazel eyes flutter at the bartender who passes her by. Even on work she will indulge, not like she has anything better to do until you, her contracts, show up.*

*The plan? Well you don't know it yet, this is your first time meeting her. Whatever she has to say it will be given within your best interest. If you can get a noble on your side then perhaps you will be set for life as she is a very valuable prospect, or partner depending on your own background. But a few things need to be put in order first and that is seeing what she has to say.*

*Will you be the legends bards will sing about, the rising phoenixes? Or will you fall flat like the rest of these merry individuals hoping to change their lives, all for naught?*
Michael
"Whoaaaa! So this is what adventuring looks like huh, Merlin?" The young man that spoke looked almost like a drow- dark skin, white hair and yellowed eyes, but his ears were rounded and there was a certain... Humanness to him that made it clear he was no ordinary drow. Just under six foot and well built, his youthful but rather handsome face was bright with interest as he threw back his baby blue apprentice hood and gazed around the room. Carrying no weapon or seemingly any other form of gear, he did not seem to match the other adventurers with their swords and their armor. Still he reached into a pouch and rolled a golden coin across his fingers, saying, "I'll get us some drinks!" 

He came to the bar and ordered three large meads, placing down the coin and carefully counting out his change. It felt good to have real money and be able to spend it, to purchase stuff for others. Getting three meads like this before would have really hurt his pockets. With a cheery thanks, he returned to Merlin and held out a mug. Cullen wasn't sure who their third partner was but he knew three people would be going on this quest. He'd never done a *Quest* Before. He was brimming with excitement. 

"Merlin, why are we doing training as Mercenaries? Doesn't that seem a little... Backwards? I can't even make a spark, much less cast a spell." He said, sheepishly shuffling his feet. What he could do was tap into the powers of Aranea or Atlas- but doing Soul Resonance was exhausting and dangerous to boot. Then his eyes fell on the readheaded woman waiting for them and his eyes widened. 

**"She's hot."** "She's hot!" Atlas and Cullen said within his mind in unison, and Aranea grunted in annoyance. 

"And who is our third, are they a mage too? And is that red head lady the one we are looking for? Iris Lovely or something?"
Daniel
*As the bards sang their songs, with a wild audience's attention pulled in with each grand muse. Almonde was one of those figures clapping and swaying her head along with the mighty legends being sang about. The woman was fully armored in white linen padded armor and a steel helmat over her head, the visor was opened revealing a pair of soft blue eyes. A wide smile on her face radiating warmth as warm as a summer sky. Clapping her hands before eventually snapping out of the charming bards lure, dropping a silver coin onto the feet of the proud bards. She'd return her focus on why she arrived here, holding her staff in hand. Making her way towards the bar, as the tower shield on her back knocked the mead out of an dwarf's hand.*

```"By Calisto... Pardon me! I'm so so sorry! Jerry who? I'm not Jerry... Oh you're drunk. The way out? It's there."```

*After a brief conversation with a drunk dwarf that didn't seem too offended by his spilled drink, the devotee eventually found herself near the bar. Her eyes looking for a particular woman, searching her pockets for that note that she copied. Before noticing a red haired woman who had an aura of authority and confidence around her. She could be the quest giver that she searched for.*

*The devotee sat herself down nearby, not wanting to bump into someone again. Her face expressive with nerve, joy and glee. Her ears peaked up as Cullen's voice spoke of who the third was and spoke the name of Iris. He become a highlight and a voice that she searched for, until her eyes met with the yellowed eyes of the young man. She'd nervously wave at him, trying to gain his attention among the wild crowds.*

```"Hey- ahem. Greetings, I hear that you are also searching for a certain red haired woman? I would assume we are on the same quest then? It's a pleasure to meet you."```

*She said in a genuine tone of hesitation and glee within her voice. Almonde had a few quests prior to this, yet never anything like this.*
Sharon
"***All this and more Cullen, we'll take our time with this quest so you can get up to speed at your own pace.***" The old wizard smiled as he puffed from his pipe, sitting across from his newest student Cullen, while he sat in a gnome sized chair floating up from the floor so that he was eye level with his apprentice.

"***Alright dear boy, just a mead if you don't mind.***" Taking another drag from his pipe the old wizard waited patiently for his fried to return, taking the mug with an old man grumble of thanks. Taking a long drink with foam sticking to his beard and mustache the old wizard set his mug down and wiped his mouth with his forearm sleeve.

"***Because this will be wonderful training for your mind and also a good way for me to gauge your potential and abilities. Magical understanding and power will come with time and experience, I can offer plenty of both.***" The old wizard chuckled as he saw the nervousness of Cullen take form. It was understandable really, Merlin thought as he took another drink, but the boy shouldn't worry so much. Merlin has already seen his potential, he knows Cullen can soar high above into the ranks of legends across history- and he will help usher him onto that path.

"***Iris Lovell, yes dear boy. As for our third I am unaware, we will just have to see.***" Taking a puff from his pipe Merlin turned and waited approximately 34 seconds before waving back at Almonde, ready to speak up for Cullen since he was the one originally spoken to anyway.
Cortney
*As the group trickles in, loud, rhythmic banging against tables can be heard. Barmaids prance as they hold out flower crowns, beckoning any brave boy to try and take it from them. Miss Lovell herself cannot help but laugh at the sight. Her smile is practically perfect, her bangs framing her face like a well cared for painting. Even her voice is music to the ears, low and sensual as her smooth laugh carries through this loud establishment. Her gaze flickering over towards Cullen and Merlin first before spotting Almonde. At first, she thinks the three are just another group of adventurers coming to this tavern to meet with each other. Her deep gaze even dares to hold competition as she smirks at the three, looking down on them as she believes that the bards will soon sing her name for finding this tome. But who could they be discussing? Her ears perks up to the mention of her hair, Iris soon realizing just who they are referring to.*

*So she holds up her cup of ale, a devilish smirk soon turning into a welcoming smile as she beckons them closer. A single flick of the coin followed by a wink enticing enough to make the barkeep swoon. She moves towards an empty table a little away from the general crowd. At least as best as she can. The tavern is packed due to the rising excitement of the winter festivals. It's not just* ***Her tome*** *That is attracting crowds.*

"Old man, a short knight and a pretty boy, nice~"

*Iris coos to herself as her gaze remains locked onto the trio. A look that soon turns sour when a patron dares to get in her way, her eyes flashing with rage and domination. Causing the gentleman to lower his head as he promptly gets out of her sight. She then leans back in her chair, now waiting for the group to come forwards and approach her. As there is no way a woman of her stature will walk and chase anyone. They came here on her command, not the other way around.*

*Looks like Iris may be as hot-headed as the passionate colors she adorns. This could make things very exciting or perhaps very difficult for the party. Nonetheless, at least she is willing to pay well and if they succeed, there is nothing to truly lose! Well... Maybe their lives. But who thinks about that at the start of a hopeful adventure?!*
Michael
"Whoa nice armor! Where'd you get it? Is it custom made? Here this is for you." Cullen said rapidly, pushing the mead into her hands. His golden eyes danced from place to place as he tried to focus on everything at once. The only time he'd spent in taverns until a year ago was to work in them, pushing drinks and slicing meat. Now he was actually *Part* Of the party and wasn't going to be yelled at when he danced with a pretty maiden to get back to work. 

The red headed woman's gaze made his ears burn and he wanted **Out** Of it and also wanted so much more of it. If he'd learned anything though it was that ladies like her with that kind of energy would eat him alive and spit out the bones. 

"Right right, training and potential." He muttered distractedly as he watched the pretty barmaids holding out their flower crowns. 

*"Cullen, focus. You're here to learn from the greatest Archmage the Nine Realms has ever known. You'll find plenty of barmaids."* Aranea chided and he sighed, turning back to the two. 

"I think Iris wants us to come over." He said but his legs did not move, the woman's eyes seemed far too intense for him- it nearly reminded him of his step mother. The elven woman was the kind who commanded and expected service, never one who served another. Not a bad trait persay- but always a dangerous one.
Kenneth
*As she'd hold the mead into her hands, with surprised expression on her face. The young devotee smiled at the man whom she'd consider her fellow party members, providing a polite nod to the elder gnome as well.*

```"Thank you, but me- mead isn't for me hah. Yes, it was gift from the local blacksmith actually. A pleasure to meet you two. You may call Almonde, a humble nun of Calisto and at your service."```

*The woman would introduce herself rather formally to the duo as a giggling woman with a flower crown ran behind her, with a man giving chase. She took note of the two, how their relationship seemed like a teacher and a student. It was both informative and amusing, she took a moment to speak as she'd try to urge the handsome yet distracted man to listen to his elders.*

```"I believe there's great wisdom in his words, I'm sure the pretty barmaids will chase you once you get as wise as your tec- mas- friend here."```

*Seeing an opportunity, the devotee would attempt to break the ice between her and her fellow adventurers. However, her attention swiftly turned to Cullen as he mentioned Iris. Almonde had failed to properly spot the red haired beauty among the wild crowds.*

```"Oh Calisto, how rude of me. I'll introduce us... Yeah. Shouldn't keep a lady waiting... Especially if they have such an authority around them haha."```

*Almonde said as she'd hop off her seat, and carefully made her way towards Iris's table. Moving past a small crowd as she'd promptly introduce herself, with a half fasted bow. Slight embarrassment on her face for not catching her sooner.*

```"A pleasure, Madame. I do hope we didn't keep you waiting. My fellows are right there and eager to meet a lady such as you. Although, it is the... Quest that brings us together. Oh... And I'm Almonde. A pleasure."```

*The devotee introduced herself as she'd glance over to Cullen and the devilishly handsome Merlin. She would not some nervousness in her voice, hoping for a good first impression.*
Sharon
The old mage was content to look towards Iris, returning her smile and nodding towards her to let her know he understood her meaning and gesture to come close to they can talk. He couldn't help but find approval in the fieriness of their soon to be patroness for the quest, it's good to see people still have such distinctive personalities.

"***Well met Sister Almonde, peace be with you, my name is Merlin Mora. Arch Magos of the Magos Academia.*** Merlin bowed his head when Almonde introduced herself, raising his pipe to give a somewhat welcoming salute to the woman to join them on their quest. 

"***Oh I like you already Sister. Hear that Cullen? Once you're as wise as me you'll have pretty ladies chase you. I just pray you're prepared to be old and grey by that time.***" Merlin replied while clapping his friend on the shoulder in jest. "***She wants us to go to __her__ dear boy, come, let's go see what she wants.***"

The old man stood up from his chair and made his way in tandem with Almonde, gesturing for Cullen to follow along. As they approached, Merlin still puffing on his pipe, the old man waved a hand to Iris. 

"***Well met Miss Lovell, a pleasure to finally meet you. Merlin Mora, happy to make your acquaintance.***" The old wizard spoke with a warmth to it akin to a grandfather speaking to his descendants. It seemed as if Merlin was old and wise as he is short.
Michael
Cullen followed, his eyebrows knit together. No, no way- Merlin was the one Almonde thought was going to attract the ladies attention? Surely all this was a joke. 

*"No he's a very attractive gnome, he's brimming with confidence. If I had a body I'd bed him."* Aranea admitted and Cullen pondered if it was possible to perform a lobotomy on himself. Groaning he followed after his new mentor and Almonde the armored woman. She was tiny and so soft spoke and she didn't drink. Nothing made sense. Already he was starting to think he was in over his head. 

"A pleasure to meet you Miss Lovell." He said, forcing himself to make eye contact. Atlas was a firm believer that eye contact gave power and he caused Cullen to have a headache from shouting whenever Cullen let his eyes shy away when addressing someone. Atlas claimed it made them look weak.
Cortney
*Seeming content that the group has approached her and not the other way around, Iris continues to smirk as she holds out a hand. Not to shake, such a simple minded gesture would be absolutely beneath her. No, what she wants as a nod to submission so a kiss on her upper hand will do. She can see the hesitancy on the Drow's face, at least she assumes he is one. The sweetness radiating off of Almonde, oh so sugary and then the elder. Wisdom that she can take, his story perhaps the most interesting to her out of the three. For Iris is a woman who seeks knowledge as such feats can bring forth riches no man or woman could possibly dream of.*

"Well met my friends~" *She hums, her voice accented thick from the eastern divisions (think french).*
"Come, sit! We have much to discuss."

*Crossing one leg over the other, Iris holds up her empty tankard that a bar-maiden promptly fills. Her eyes now fluttering as she looks away from the trio, her cheeks flushed a faint red. Who knows how long she has been drinking but it is obvious the woman has been enjoying herself. So even if she had to wait, Iris is likely too good in spirits to really harbor over it, let alone blame the party. Upon taking a sip, she lets out a moan of satisfaction before learning forward with her fingers laced in between one another.*

"There are actually supposed to be five of you." *Iris says as she holds up four fingers.*
"One is a woman who can create miracle cures and perfume. I buy from her often. Another, I hear is a handsome half-elven man. Though I wonder if his skills in swords play are as good as they say..."

*So the the party is incomplete, of course it is. By the look on Iris' face, she has no intention of fetching them either. That's where these poor, timely souls come in. Letting out a low chuckle, Iris then pulls out the contract. It's the same writ of quest that the trio has likely seen before on their own time. Yet now she dares to send them on a fetch quest? Typical of nobles.*

"Go get them." *She playfully commands, almost teasing as if the trio are mere pets for her to meddle with.*
"The fragrance worker is named Lirien, a human with pretty pink hair that I can only assume she dyes herself. Our mercenary is named Marfyr, the actual half elf- oh how annoying their names are on the tongue." *Iris then hisses, grumbling under her breath before taking another sip.*

"Any questions? Oh, before you ask where to find them. The woman should be a no duh, look for **Potion Shops**. As for our sword... A little birdie told me he frequents the **Blacksmiths**. Probably a part time hobby. If you cannot find them there... Maybe try looking at the general **Market District**?"

**[Tasi's oh so cool investigation missions]**
[*In rp, when quests have you guys investigate. You will be given locations and sites to visit which will be indicated in **Bold**. You can always split up or go as a group, it doesn't matter. Each one may have information, a trap or the target of which you are looking for. Just make sure you indicate in bold as well of which location you are visiting. Good luck!*]
Michael
Cullen was in fact going to ask where to find them, he even had his mouth open. He snapped his teeth shut and nodded as if he totally understood what was going on. There was no way he was gonna kiss her hand, he'd been checking her out a minute ago that just felt weird. Technically he guessed she should be kissing his own anyways, he could hear Aranea humming her approval. He timidly looked away from her hand- good lord she was hot as hell though... Her personality wasn't really his type, and looked over at Merlin and Almonde. He *Really* Wanted to go find the girl with the pretty hair, but he'd go with whatever the crew wanted. 

"You guys want me to head to the **Potion Shop**? Shouldn't be too hard, I can grab her and then head to the **Market District.**" He said it casually and truth be told, it did sound the easier job. She'd most likely be there and there shouldn't be any danger. He leaned back in his chair and took a deep drink of his mead. 

It felt demeaning to just jump at whatever this woman said but, he'd spent his entire life doing that. He wondered if she would act that way if she knew he was the Archduke of Velaris. He supposed he could have her hung quite easily- but then she'd probably act the same way anyways right? 

**"You should let her know and watch her grovel. You'd be surprised how quickly a persons spine vanishes."** Atlas sneered. Cullen could feel the burn in Atlas- he wanted to *Rip* This woman limb from limb and gods be damned how she looked. She reminded him of... Something. Cullen couldn't peer any further than that into Atlas' thoughts, they were too guarded past that. 

"If I get this Lilian and you guys get this Malfoy, we can get stepping to the actual not boring stuff pretty quick right?"
Kenneth
*Taking a seat and sitting straight up, her attention turned towards their employer who was certainly a colorful character in of herself. Seeing her extended hand, she'd hold it before lowering her hewd and pressed her forehead onto her hand. A devotee's kiss of submission and respect.*

*A hue of concern grew within her blue eyes as she'd realize that Iris is potentially giving them a quest while drunk. Iris showing four fingers instead of two, confirmed that. Yet, Almonde was suspicious of Iris. Was she playing the drunken fool or simply a noble with a deep love of mead. But her eyes were soft and focused, leaning on the table to listen to the details provided.*

```"Alright, after we find them. We are expected to report back to you, here? I do have a few questions. What is the main objective of this quest? Are their any particular troubles that we should be prepared for? What kind of rewards or benefits can we expect upon completing this quest for you? Besides the two party members, can you perhaps provide us with any additional details about the quest? I don't mean to press you but I personally love details as much as... I love your hair."```

*Almonde would ask politely with a smile, as she was a devotee of details as she was to Calisto. Having a drunk employer of a noble status was something she could ignore but a lack of details on a potential dangerous quests wasn't someone she could blissfully ignore as the well being of her company was priority even if they were strangers.*

*Upon hearing Callen speak, her head turned to listen to his suggestion. The devotee gently placed a hand over to Callen's arm as she spoke, three fingers softy placed over it.*

```"Yes, I don't mind. However, I urge to be focused while you bring her to us. We're counting on you, friend. It's often the boring stuff that is the most important haha."```

*She'd remove her hands from his arm, as the devotee turned her attention to the Merlin. Her eyes filled with thoughts and ideas before she'd speak.*

```"If we spilt up, we could be more efficient. Cullen wishes to search the potion shop. I recommend to search the blacksmith, he's a friend so if our sword is there than I'll find him. That's where you come in, I think our Arch Magos can search the Market district. Just in case, Cullen and I can't find our company to be? What do you think?"```
Sharon
The aged wizard did not move from his position beside Cullen even when Iris extended her hand, he simply took a long drag from his pipe and blew a smoke ring- a smoke ring that changed shape while slowly gliding through the air, turning into a little sailboat as it slowly vanished while passing Iris' hand. A gestures of submission like that is not one Merlin plans to pay to anyone within this modern age. He was there to serve under Scipio himself, the demi-gods and their armies. Perhaps if... His commander, Noctis, was still alive he would be fine with that gesture, but not to some drunken noble.

"***Ah, complications already? My my, I feel like a young adventurer all over again.***" Merlin chuckled to himself, his own remark quick hilarious in his mind.

"***I see I see. A potion maker with cherry blossom hair and a half elf with a sword arm. Shouldn't be too hard to find them, likely story that they stand out against the common folk.***" Merlin tapped a finger on his chin while he listened to his fellows about their ideas. He is glad to see Cullen is so ready to take initiative, even if the boy is getting a tad ahead of himself, but his mind is swiftly out at ease whenever the Sister began to ask for details- he loves details.

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"***Heed the words of the Sister well Cullen. Sometimes the most simple, most basic and most "Boring" Of things can prove to be the most important.***" He spoke with a tone of approval and happiness, happy to see someone with some wisdom to themselves, the sister is a nice inclusion to this group. Upon her turning to face Merlin the old mage nodded his head, holding his pipe in his teeth while he dug into his satchel and pulled out his staff.

"***Then I shall take the __Market District.__ If either of you find yourselves in a spot of trouble I want you to say the word "Archibald", it'll help you.***" With a flick of his hand and the glowing of his purple eyes into vibrant orbs of violet light a simple spell was cast on both Cullen and Almonde- upon saying the word Archibald they'll be granted a powerful personal shield- much like shield of faith.
Cortney
"Look at you, taking initiative. I like men who do that, a rarity nowadays." *Iris scoffs as she gives a smirk over towards Cullen. Then without warning, she lets out a bit of laughter before correcting the man.*
"Lirien and Marfyr."

*As her hand returns to her lap, Iris is found now smirking at Almonde. A woman who can give respect, she likes that too. But as aloof as she is, the noblewoman knows better than to over indulge and as she glances over towards her cup. She quietly mumbles to herself before pushing the cup away. She is at her limits and going any further will likely be bad news for everyone. So she pulls over her bag, grabbing hold of what looks to be a type of wrap filled with tabacco. With a snap of the finger, Iris' thumb alights and she takes a single puff of smoke. Smiling as she does so, the cloud taking shape of a small rabbit before fading away completely.*

"Since he mentioned the market, we can meet there in a couple of hours. It's far too noisy in here and it makes for poor planning." *She says as she gives a wiggle to her eyebrows.*
"Then we take a visit to the inn I have been staying at. Sound peachy?"

*Hearing their talk of effeciency brings an even brighter to Iris' face. She prefers to work less and given they are quick to jump to problem-solving. Whereas she once looked down upon the trio, it seems now that she can admire the potential of the group. But she dares not to get her hopes up quite yet. Fetching two extra bodies isn't exactly ground breaking. Perhaps she should have told them that their warrior is going to need some convincing- eh, they it'll be a test then! For a brief moment, Iris cannot help but chuckle to the thought as she averts her gaze. One way or another, that half-elf will join her team... Maybe the potion seller will needs some convincing too- they have it, surely.*

"If the two seem hesitant, just mention me. Maybe warm them up a bit, yes? Lirien is shy, distrustful even. Marfyr may have an attitude problem, hates getting bossed around." *She groans yet again before taking another puff.*
"Anything else before you three set off?"
Michael
**"She is just buttering you up, the most dangerous magic a woman can posses is the charm she casts with honeyed words and inviting eyes."** Atlas warned and Cullen quickly shut his dropped jaw at her attentions. Then he looked at Almonde and as she passively instructed him not to worry about girl, he deflated a bit. So he was that easy to read huh? Sighing, he sunk into his chair and sipped at his mead more as he listened. 

What caught his attention was the flame on her thumb. That was pretty, and Merlin's smoke shapes. Could he learn that stuff? He snapped his fingers a few times to no avail. 

"Sure, I'll be at the market in no time flat. Leave the potion lady to me." He said, trying to sound more confident than he was. 

*"That woman's touch was very gentle- I do not think she is a fighter. Let's hope she is proficient in magic."* Aranea noted about Almonde.
Kenneth
*Almonde seemed rather pleased that Merlin approved with her words, even though they only met a few moments ago. She started to feel as if she was surrounded by old friends, her attention quickly turned to the old mage as he'd cast a spell on her. Taking note of that word, Arch... Hi... Bald... Just think of a Arch Demon saying hi and is bald, she thought to herself. However, her thoughts were put on hold as Iris spoke. Trying her best to remember those names, Marfyr. She'd quietly repeat that name to not forget it.*

*Listening to the woman speak, as her thumbs lights aflame and a cute magic smoke bunny was formed. Man, I wish I could make cool magic tricks like that, she thought to herself. Before switching to focus on the details provided.*

```"Understood. We won't let you down. I think I can manage Marfyr, I believe that's all I need. Ahem, thank you, Madame."```

*Almonde said with a soft yet eager tone, the devotee was always so excited for adventures. The young woman hopped off her seat as she'd give Iris, a polite bow before leaning her weight on the table. Leaving now, would be oddly rude yet her eagerness could be seen in her eyes. She'd patiently hear what the wise old gnome had to share or suggest.*
Sharon
"***Agreed. I'd say when each of us accomplishes our goal or requires assistance we make for the Market, where I will be, that way we can stay in the loop of information.***"

Merlin replied; agreeing with Iris' plan while noting her magic usage, smiling to himself as he saw Cullen and Almonde both have a look of yearning for just a moment. He knows that Cullen will achieve heights of magic far beyond a simple create flame spell, maybe one day he might even become one of the best... Thoughts and questions for later, he decides. 

"***Peachy indeed Miss Iris.***"

The old mage turned his gaze to Cullen, giving him a small nod that carried a lot of hidden meanings: "*I believe in you. Good luck. I'll be here to help you.*" And then he turned to the sister and bowed his head to her, oddly enough knowing the exact gestures a sister of Calisto would make for a proper thank you. Then he turned back to Iris and simply raised his pipe to her and tipped his head. 

"***I will do my best within the market. Good fortune to use all and let this go over smoothly. I'll take my leave then.***"

Merlin turned around, a stream of smoke trailing over his shoulder as he made his way towards the exit of the tavern and began to head for the market- humming a little tone to himself while he thought about the descriptions of the two folk he was given, hopefully they can be found without complication and persuaded to join the group just the same.
Michael
The young man took one last wistful look at the dancing and running barmaids with their flower crowns, his yellow eyes light sunlight filtering through stained glass taking in the gleams and glints of swords and armor. Once he'd been locked away in the kitchens or lingering at the stoops to pickpocket a drunk patron- now he was one of them, one of the crowd, no longer just a parasite but a functioning cog in the machine. It felt good. 

"See ya." He said to all three, and got up as well, heading out to find this **Potion shop**. He hummed to himself and began to wonder just what exactly would happen on his first quest. Surely it would be an easy time and besides- he had Merlin, there was nothing to worry about. This would be a walk in the park.
Cortney
**Gibby** "Get cha apples, here! Fresh sweet apples!"

```A small goblin child can be seen walking the road. Rare to see their kind in the inner workings of society. What's even rarer is that she is not only well dressed, but seems well educated.```

```Then from around the corner an older man, likely in his young 50's. Seems to be in great shape too. His brows raise in slight surprise before his expression becomes flat. He says nothing and simply goes to his stole to look over the blade he must have just finished. Checking it for imperfections...```
Kenneth
*As she made her way arcoss the village, the attention around her would surprise her slightly as the devotee never found herself to be too impressive when compared to other grand adventurers. The armored woman walked with a fast pace, not wanting to get distracted yet stopping to wave at the young-uns. She remembered when her young self first witness a grand paladin in armor, who was she to inspire others. Although, with a closed visor, she was slightly embarrassed by all the attention as men and woman paused to view her.*

*It wouldn't be long until her sences were hit by the scent of burning metal and smoke. The devotee entered with a firm knock as to not surprise anyone within, she'd pop her head inside to view the grand blacksmith interior. She could appreciate hard working and dedicated to a craft, as how different is that to her devotion. Her attention turned to an older man, whom she would assume was the local blacksmith. Approaching, she'd open her visor and patiently waited for the man to finish before speaking.*

```"That's quite a blade, I would compliment it but only you would know if it's worthy of it. I am Almonde, I am searching for a mercenary? Half elf man, named Marfyr? I humbly need his services for a quest."```

*Almonde spoke as she was straightforward with the man, unsure if using charming words would do anything to him. She stood before him, her staff resting over her shoulder and hee shield on her back.*

```"I heard he is a loyal customer, from my humble quest giver. I can believe that with well kept and organized shop. I know little about blades but I understand hard work... Not that you need my approval by any means haha."```

*She spoke with a softer tone as her eyes began to search the area, that was until the devotee went to check the man's ears. No, he didn't look like a half elf. Just a handsome and rugged human man.*
Michael
When he had parted from Merlin, Cullen walked with his hands in the pockets of his baby blue apprentices robe and seemed to be talking to himself. 

"I spy with my little eye... Something... Black." 

**The cat."** Atlas said with a sigh. 

"Fuck how did you know?" 

**"Im in your head moron."** 

"Right." 

Having two other people as not just voices, but active participants in his head was strange. They could see and hear, talk to him and each other and had all their memories. When he resonated with their souls, something he'd only done a few times- he could experienced their memories as if they were his own and use their powers with the same skill as them. It was... Strange. 

While not resonating he could sense their powers and tap into both of their mana pools but it felt... Weird. Like using a muscle that had been asleep for a very long time. 

As he strolled, he began to practice the summon technique of Araneas magical talent: Re/Armament. 

"Re... Armament!" He said, clenching his fist just as the word ended to where a handle of a blade would fit. Nothing happened. He tried again and again as he walked and once there was a shimmer of space- then nothing. It felt hopeless. All he could do to defend himself was use the pistol he had tucked inside his robe. 

As he crawled through the brush, he raised his head and his eyes widened. Like something out of a storybook, the little potion shop was quaint and smelled kind of flowery. Maybe rosemary, he used it as an oil when he did his massages. 

"Check this place out!" He said, walking over to the fountain and looking at his reflection in the water. Reaching into his pouch he pulled out a copper coin and tossed it into the water. He made his wish (which was of course that his mother was safe back in Velaris) and closed his eyes to offer up a prayer to whatever god was listening. He'd never really been religious but, Aranea was so he thought he'd honor her. She hummed in gratitude and Atlas gagged in disgust. 

"Okay... Helloo

Oooo! I'm looking for a Liveria?" He said, knocking on the door of the potion shop and peeking through the door window if it had one.
Sharon
The old wizard waved a hand goodbye to the sister and to his soon to be student, giving Cullen a nod of reassurance before he went on his way.

"*A market... Should be lively, I wonder if I could get some supplies while I'm searching... Hm, that's a good idea.*"

Merlin began to walk through the market, sighing a little once he realized he was up to the hips of most everyone there- being a shorter than average gnome is sometimes quite a bother. With a snap of his fingers a pair of pitch black ravens and two cats as dark as the void appear from the shadows underneath the cloak of the wizard. The birds hop from under him and then take to the skies, already knowing their objective while the cats begin to scamper through the crowds- his eyes and ears above and below.

The little wizard hummed to himself with pride as he watched the ravens soars overhead, whatever they saw he was also able to see- same goes for the cats. A simple summoning spell with knowledge and sense transference. He's quite proud of it honestly- what's this now? 

The wizard turned his attention to the little goblin child walking the road, making an audible "*Hm*" Sound out of sheer curiosity. Did she just say apples?

"*Oh an apple would be lovely right about now... Maybe everyone else would appreciate one too.*" With a happy smile and a quick detour in his plans, he is still technically looking thanks to his summons, but he walks towards the goblin child and waves to her. 

"***Hello little one! I hear you're selling apples, I would love to purchase six if you please!***"
Michael
Cullen picked up the note and turned it over in his hands. Realistically the smartest thing to do was just to wait- it would take longer wandering around the woods trying to find some hippie plant potion maker lady than it would to just sit around. Tucking the paper back onto the door, he put his hands on his hips and looked around the open space. 

"Maybe she's a witch and she was secretly that cat." He said out loud. 

*"Thats stupid."* 
**"Thats stupid."** 

The two voices that agreed on nothing spoke in perfect unison and he sighed. It would be a lot more fun to go chasing after cute cats than wander into the woods at night. There could be wolves or something in there, squirrels with rabies or bogarts that look like his stepfather. Scratching his chin, he peered at each path. 

She made potions and had a lot of plants- if she was gathering that meant she was probably grabbing stuff to put in her potion stuff- but what did witches put into potions? His kind drifted to the stories of frog legs and fish eyes, waggamog mushrooms and the bottled sounds of nature. So the **Eastern stream** It was. 

Grumbling, he marched his way down the side path, jealous that Merlin and the armored short woman probably had it way easier.
Kenneth
*Her body language began to betray her as she'd nervously fudge her fingers as the man's cold gaze fell on her. Is it getting hot in here, she wondered. She began to carefully listen to the blacksmith, unaware of how she came arcoss and how suspicious she looked. Almonde began to think over her mistakes, and placed herself in the position of the man to see if she can salvage her bad first impression. The nun was a pure soul yet wasn't the most silver tongues woman out there.*

````"Oh heavens, where are my manners. I should respect my elders. My name is Sister Almonde Ragger, I'm a nun of the Church of Calisto... And an expert at bad first impressions as you observed. My quest giver would be Iris Lovell, we are forming a party of five. A party to find a magical tome that grants wishes."```

*Almonde spoke with a nervous smile, as she'd attempt to meet the man's gaze as the tensions rose. Despite the situation, he seemed to be a man of honor and protective of his clients so the devotee saw some light in him. Taking a deep breath, she'd look him in the eyes as she'd spoke.*

```"Listen, I'm not going to try to charm you with honey words or trick you with deceptive questions. I'll be blunt and straightforward with you, Sir. I need to find this man or we won't be able to face this challenging quest. If the rumors are true, it is my duty as a devotee of Calisto to ensure that this wish granting item isn't put in the wrong hands. It's most likely a dangerous magic item, it's my holy duty protect and heal. Imagine what would happen if a troubled soul had a wish? I fear that people may get hurt."```

*Almonde spoke with honesty in her voice, she wasn't the seductive bard or the silver tongued noble. She was a devotee first and foremost, speaking true. The woman seemed more relaxed despite the tense and heavy air. The bold woman took a step forward to the blacksmith.*

```"That is the truth and why I am here. I may sound rude or suspicious, but I simply fear the idea of other adventurers finding that tome. It must be either destroyed or placed in safe hands, I will do what is best even if I have to go against my quest giver. That's the blunt black and white of it. I don't intend to seduce you or charm you with my words, if you wish for me to leave than I shall respect your request."```
Sharon
"***Thank you my dear.***"

The old mage offered a kind smile, glad to see that his patronage brought some cheer to the girls life. In a world where happiness can seem rare and completely unattainable at times it brings the aged wizard a feeling of joy that he can be the one to bring those small shreds of happiness to lives around him. With a kind smile Merlin took the bag of apples before he began to dip into his coin purse. 

"***Rare to see a gnome aye? I feel the same way, seeing a kind goblin selling apples with a bright smile isn't something you see often either. I guess we've both been surprised today Hm?***" Merlin offered some kindness, somehow finding out what the goblin girl had been thinking about, before he took out a platinum piece and placed it in the girls hand before curling her fingers so she would hold it.

"***Just an old man out for a walk is all. I hope my friends enjoy the apples, I know I sure will... Oh, and speaking of friends, two of them have wandered off on me. A woman with pink hair, she's a potion maker. And an elf with a sword on his hip. You wouldn't happen to have seen anyone like those two around here would you?***"

Merlin attempted to speak as if he was just a simple gnome out with friends, hoping that the little goblin girl doesn't have to get wrapped up in the quest and missions being undertaken by knowing too much- it's been a problem before. But, as the little girl introduced herself the wizard tipped his head in a bow. 

"***Your momma must be wise then- those are good manners to have little one. It's nice to meet you Giddy, my name is Merlin, Merlin Mora.***"
Cortney
```Potion Shop```

*The cat, a witch? Well that would not be a first and given how mischievous their kind are, it would suit them well. But is the potion seller a witch? Perhaps, perhaps not. Iris is seeking her out for a reason and merchants make poor adventure partners. But perhaps this woman is special. She has to be if she was hand selected. Everyone in this group has a role to play, even if they are not all entirely made aware. But one can hope that the cat isn't this Lirien, otherwise she will be a lost opportunity... And no one wants to report back to Iris that they had failed.*

*It's getting colder and upon making his way towards the stream, he would have to go through intense thickets. Some portions of the ground are already icy over, making navigation a bit more difficult. But his suffering at least will have some pay offs. As he draws closer towards the sound of the stream. The sound of rushing water will soon be changed by angelic humming. Valkyries maybe? Or perhaps there really is a witch and Cullen is walking straight into a trap. He'll never make it back to the group in time at this rate should he be ambushed.*

*Thankfully there is nothing to be worried about, at least at first glance. The sound of humming becomes louder as he draws closer and soon a silhouette contrasting the moonlight can be seen. Cherry blossom hair, a rather large witch hat and a golden gaze locked onto picking small plants from the side of the stream. She doesn't even seem to notice Cullen at first until she sets some of the plant matter in a few jars. This causes her to double take and the woman lets out a small gasp as she quickly jumps to her feet.*

**Lirien?** "He-hello? Can I help you?" *She promptly snaps, seeming a bit unappreciative of being snuck up on. What a pretty thing she is.*
Sharon
"***Nothing to thank me for young one, consider it a gift, smiles and kindness can take you a long way in this life. Never lose your cheer, it brings joy to more than you'd believe.***"

Wise words from an old man with a smile on his face like a grandfather who's proud of his grandkids accomplishments- Merlin, who's lived on Aeterna for decades, can appreciate the good people of this world. At the notice of the tear filled eyes Merlin really focused in on what the girl had to say, taking his pipe from his lips and tapping it on his staff before placing it within his satchel.

"***Oh poor dear, your mother, goodness me.***" Right then and there Merlin knew what he had to do. "***The woods you say? Thank you. I'd love to speak with your Uncle if you'll have me.***"

The old mage listened with intent, nodding his head to Giddy so as to show that he is paying attention and once she is done Merlin just smiled. 

"***I wish I had the time my little friend, perhaps some other time. But, I would love to speak with your uncle if possible.***" He kept hidden the fact that he also plans to **Health the mother** While he is also there, a small act of kindness he can offer to a family that seems to be a little down on their luck.
Kenneth
*The devotee simply stood there as the man's cold gaze turned to his book, learning his name. She felt some progress in this situation, either his work is so amazing that adventurers ignore his attitude or perhaps Almonde pushed the wrong buttons. She listen to Gunnar as he spoke, ignoring his intimidating scars and markings.*

```"Because I am not tempted by desire or greed, it's in my vo- wait did you say sick sister? Help me find him, so I can heal his sister's sickness. He can decide after that, to tell me to go away or join me. Either way, he will have a healthy sister and I will have kept my vows."```

*Almonde said as she saw an opportunity, this man was a brink wall and even caused some frustration within her. However, she would chose her words carefully as this man seemed on edge. She'd rest her hands on her hips, as she spoke with a calm manner.*

```"I understand where your coming from, that noble wasn't the nicest of folks. But, I don't intend to die for her beliefs, I will meet my end on my own beliefs. I know I am asking for trust, when it needs to be earned. But, if I fail to do this, Iris will just replace me and get some other young Adventurer to bother you. Pleasd help me now, I promise to heal his sister's sickness regardless if he agrees to join or not. It's my duty after all, to protect and serve. Pretty please?"```

*Almonde asked with puppy eyes as she'd try her best shot at convincing the blacksmith to help her. She couldn't really think of a better way, she had no charm spells or even knew the blacksmith enough to properly convince him. She began to wonder how the others were doing, Cullen was probably enjoying the company of a pretty lady while the old gnome was probably enjoying a snack. She'd begin pleading with the blacksmith.*

```"Come on, Gunnar? Do I really look like a threat to a mercenary of all things? Give me a chance here. Iris will probably just send another adventurer to sniff him out. At least with me... He ends up with cured and healthy sister?"```
Michael
"Oh wow she is pretty." Cullen thought to himself, and Aranea agreed. Atlas however was oddly silent- but it wasn't good. It was a dangerous, hateful silence. Frowning at that peculiarity, it took him a moment to catch her question. He rubbed the back of his head and shrugged before answering. 

"What's up? The note on the door said you'd gone off gathering supplies- normally I'd just wait but I'm kind of supposed to hurry. See I'm with Iris, some redheaded noble lady. You were supposed to go on a quest with us." He said, glancing around the wooded area and brushing some dirt off his baby blue robe. 

"You have a nice voice, are you in the choir or something? You should join one, you carry a tune really well!" He said, beaming at her as he ignores her snappy tone. His mom had always jumped if you snuck up behind her too quiet- even if you weren't sneaking at all. As if it were his own fault she'd been lost in her own world. Not like Cullen had been trying to be quiet anyways. 

He crouched at the edge of the stream and watched tadpoles swim past. 

"Need help collecting anything so we can get back to the party?" He asked, seemingly fascinated with the wildlife. Truth of it was that he *Was* And found the area quite charming. Secretly he hoped she'd say yes, she was super easy on the eyes if not really his type and this place was relaxing. Running a gloved hand through his white hair- the Drow but not a Drow young man seemed to nearly dance in and out of the shadows, all the while carrying a bright and interested expression.
Cortney
```The Markets and Blacksmiths```

*The goblin child cannot help but smile to the point her cheeks are starting to hurt. With a single sigh, out rushes her bottled emotions and her mind becomes clear. As she looks ahead, determination fills her dark brown orbs. Everything is going to be alright and that is thanks to this stranger. Her gaze then flickers down towards her apples at little Giddy cannot help but be even more giddy about this situation. She then tosses him another apple. This time with a brighter grin as she gives another click to her heels.*

**Giddy** "My treat, for the road. Come on, it's not far!"

*Without another word, the goblin rushes forward past Merlin. No one gets in her way and as this little ball of sunshine runs. The crowds begin to split, making way so that the roads are not blocked. She doesn't trail too far though. Though the assumption is fair, Merlin is very... Very old. So she doesn't want to tire the old man out. Is it cruel for thinking that? Perhaps, but her eyes keep looking towards his staff which she imagines he needs to use as a cane. In fact, it reminds Giddy to keep her excitement in check.*

***Meanwhile inside the Blacksmiths...***

*Gunnar only shows a small portion of surprise to the woman's sudden plea. She makes bold claims and for a moment he scoffs. Who is she to say that she is not tempted by desire or greed. How many nuns did he charm in his day? How many devotees did he say backstab their supposed brothers they had laid claim to protect, only to change at the sight of coin. At first his lip quivers in frustration but he keeps it down for now, sucking on his teeth.*

*But then Almonde plays into... Cuteness? Gunnar has to double take as he is completely caught off guard. This time he is truly blind sided and he promptly averts his gaze, grumbling under his breath. She has a point, Iris will stop at nothing to pester the poor lad. This causes him to scoff, throwing his hands in the air.*

**Gunnar** "Fine! Go follow the road up east, where all of the small cottages are. He lives with his sister who has been ill. Has a nasty cough, heart is weak. Her little girl has been trying to save up to get her treatment. But that potion seller is evasive."

*He continues to huff before walking past Almonde, unable to look at her.*

**Gunnar** "And your armor needs polishing."

*An odd man, but hey! At least Almonde has a lead now! Not just the devotee, but Merlin as well. As the two will be headed to the same location. Little Giddy bringing the gnome along with her. All while Almonde has a clear path forward. This is good news! The two will meet on the road. So all that is left is getting that potion seller and most importantly, convincing this mercenary to join in on their cause, whatever it may be.*
Kenneth
*The devotee would be surprised by the man's sudden scoffs and frustration, her eyes would beam out with joy as Gunnar would finally give her a lead. As the large man would walk past her, she'd open her arms to quickly hug the man.*

```"Oh thank you very much, Gunnar! You're the best! I'll be sure to recommend all my friends to come here since you're the best darn blacksmith ever! Take care and Calisto bless you!"```

*Almonde said with glee, before quickly retreating from her hug. The woman would have liked to have stayed and learned more about this man, but she had people to cure and hearts to strengthen. She'd wave the blacksmith goodbye as the devotee began to bolt towards the road up the east, as her metal armor began to clung and thund. There was a little girl in need of healing, and from how the man spoke of her condition... It was serious.*

```"Alright... Small cottages. Remember Almonde, be nice and smooth. Nice. Smooth. Smart."```

*She'd repeat to herself after taking a moment to catch her breath on the road. The devotee would notice a pair of two short people in front of her in a distance, a gnome and a goblin. Before realizing that gnome was Merlin himself, it seemed like they'd walk the same word. The devotee began to run like a mad woman in armor to catch up with the two, before stopping not too far from behind them.*

```"Merlin! Hey! Didn't expect to see you here."```

*The devotee said out of breath as her body was rising in heat, she'd hope to not surprised the duo by her overly wild behavior. She'd politely wave at the young goblin child.*
Sharon
"***Lead the way little one!!***"

The Wizard gave a loud chuckle as the caught the apple and followed along with the determined the excited Giddy. Using some mild wind magic to propel his steps the old man is able to keep relative pace with the goblin child, saying his usual- "*Oh pardon, pardon me, excuse me, thank you kindly, pardon-*" As he made his way through the crowds and after her.

As the pair made their way down the road Merlin began to wonder if his fellows had found as much success as he has in these endeavors- he knows that Almonde can handle herself but he also hopes the same holds true for Cullen. Despite his novice status when it comes to the dealings of these things the old man has a feeling his charge will find success- with a heart as good as his he believes truly that Cullen will make it far.

Once he heard the voice of one he's familiar with Merlin turned over his shoulder and smiled, waving a hand at his fellow and calling out to her.

"***Sister! I hope all is well for you, I didn't expect to see you either. My new friend, Giddy, was leading me to her mother and uncles home- she says her uncle might have some information about the elven man we are looking for. Are you headed in the same direction?***"
Michael
"Uh huh." He said, looking at her through the dark. "I'm gonna be real honest with you lady, I can't remember what we are here for. Some magical something or other." He admits, trying to catch a baby hopping frog in his gloved hands. Damn he'd almost had that one. Frog legs could be good, with the right seasoning they really weren't bad, but none of the ones around here were remotely big enough for a snack. 

"Well if you say so. Let's get back then, Evie." He said, bouncing to his feet and dusting off his leather pants. The young man took the lead and began to walk, singing to himself about some road that went ever one, and whipping his head left and right to catch fireflies blinking in and out. 


"You've got a nice spot out here. They don't have anything like this in the Eternal City. Would have been nice to come home to this- being left alone all the time wouldnt have been so bad." He murmured, half to her and half to himself. Still he ignored her hesitations, stutters and stammers. Maybe she was just socially awkward, maybe she was a bit daft, maybe she was just nervous. Whatever it was addressing it would only make it worse- he'd been pushing wares and hustling the streets and working people long enough to know that.
Kenneth
*As she'd approach the wizard and his goblin guide, the devotee took a moment to look around the roads as she'd wonder if Cullen was nearby. Upon realizing that he would not be around, she'd return her attention to Merlin.*

```"Oh its a pleasure to meet you, Giddy. I am indeed heading to our half elf friend. The blacksmith informed me that he lives in the east path where some small cottages are. Apparently, he has a sick sister. Weak heart and coughing. So I'd hope to heal and cure her. Best, we chose our words carefully and not be insensitive. Perhaps this uncle could help us locate their home heh."```

*Almonde said with a smile, resting her hand on her hip. She'd take a moment to take a knee and politely shake the hand of Giddy, if she was comfortable enough.*

```"Any news on our boy Cullen? I don't see him around. Oh and I'm doing great. Hopefully, you're having a blessed evening yourself. But i think that's obvious when you found such an adorable new friend."```

*The devotee said while looking down at Giddy with a smile. She'd begin to wonder how Cullen is doing, would Merlin or Cullen had a better time with Gunnar? Maybe or maybe not. The devotee would begin following the pair.*
Cortney
```On the Road to Good Faith and Health```

*In an attempt to hug him, Gunnar almost immediately puts up his guard again. Staring through Almonde as if ripping her apart with only his gaze alone. A woman's scornful look brings forth a reign for fury. But the blacksmiths cruel and hateful gaze knows no bounds. His lip quivers in annoyance again as he turns his head, making a sound akin to disgust. A bit cruel but the blacksmith must have his reasons for keeping his distance. He slams the door behind him so violently, that a few tools fall from the shelves across the room.*

*...Mission success? Well Almonde is is one piece so it must be. She can breathe easy soon at least, for a familiar face will soon arrive. She can likely hear the happy humming of the goblin child before she even sees the two. The little one beaming with joy as she now holds onto Merlin's hand. It's mostly to keep herself in check. She would have long run laps around the town by now with how energetic she is.*

**Giddy** "Hello! Names-a Giddy!" *She chirps in introductions upon realizing the two know each other.*
"Any friend of Mister Merlin is a friend of mine!"

*Nodding in approval as she circles a few laps around Almonde. She then grins ear to ear, clapping in response.*

**Giddy** "Mother will get better and I am bringing unc' a wife!"

*The child then wildly giggles as she dashes forwards down the road. Leaving the two behind but not getting so far out of eyesight that she cannot be seen. Hard to miss a goblin as bubbly as her anyways. This will allow them some time to talk alone. But the home is not far either. Plain earthen tone rooftops, a worn down door. Giddy's family is not rich but she is not poor either. Though who is to really make assumptions on a family's struggle? That very door soon opens with a distant grunt, large but empty garden pots in the hands of a rather dashing looking fellow. He seems flustered given he has to carry such large pots.*

*Though the duo are still a little ways away. The man seems to be more human than elven, though his fae blood can be seen in subtle features. The perfect pale skin, the enchanting green eyes and the lean tall build he possesses. Even geared up now, there are household chores to be done and if he doesn't wish to lose his head by his sister's command, he best do them.*

*What is most important is that he looks a bit bothered, stressed even. If Iris has been harrassing him, this could be a touchy matter especially since his sister is involved.*
Michael
Sighing, he couldn't help but lament that this was kind of a drag. He had hoped to be learning some spells by now and that Merlin would have him on the path to becoming the ruler his people needed him to be. Yet here he was fetching some potion maker woman for a quest to get some magic item or some other. 

"Is it likely that important? She's a noble- all nobles think their quests are likely very important. Still I was sent after you, my companions were sent after a swordsman. If it's difficult to understand I can try to explain it another way?" He said, trying to be kind. She really had to be quite daft, as horrible as that was to think. Instead he tried to give her an encouraging smile. 

"My names Cullen, I'm trying to become an Apprentice Mage at the Magios Academia." He said, looking down at his sky blue robes. When the black cat appears again he peers at it and frowns, his brow furrowing as he watched it act so friendly to Esme. What the heck? Was there something wrong with him? Did he stink? Did it not like his vibe? 

"I saw that cat before, is it yours?" He asked, hands clasped behind his back as they walked.
Kenneth
*As she'd watch the bubbly goblin child bolt off, she'd gleefully wave off the child as the cottages came to view. Having a moment to herself and Merlin, she'd take the opportunity to ask her companion about the tome. At the same time, she wondered what the goblin child meant by bringing her uncle a wife.*

```"I'm aware that we did not have a lot of time to discuss, but I was curious to ask about this tome. From what I've heard, it grants wishes. I wanted to ask if you know anything about it? My knowledge on magical items and their secrets are nothing comparef to you haha, I'm sure of it."```

*Almonde wanted to hear the Arch Mago's opinion on their quest and more specifically the quest item. She was not an academy student by any means, but was concerned about the power of such an item. To give wishes to a noble would be the equivalent of giving her, the world. Iris could potentially wish for great power, peace or even destruction. The devotee hardly knew the woman, hence she'd grow cautious about their quest.*


*Upon getting closer to the humble home, her attention turned to the dashing fellow with a armful of pots. His bothered and stressed out appearance reminded her of Gunnar. She'd turn her attention to Merlin, whom she'd assume was far wiser than her.*

```"Remember what Iris said, he is not one to be ordered around. His sister is sick and may have an attitude problem."```

*After giving the older gnome, a polite heads up. She'd attempt her hand at diplomacy and carefully approached the man, whom she'd assume was the mercenary that they'd had been searching for. Politely waving and waiting for him to finish his chores.*
.

```"Greetings, good sir. I am Sister Almonde of the Church Calisto, Goddess of Health? I heard that someone had a sickness, coughing and a weak heart? I've been sent by Gunnar, the blacksmith to potentially cure and heal them. It's my vow after all, haha. I do hope you forgive my sudden appearance, but I'm just here to ensure that they do not have the plague and to heal them."```

*Almonde spoke with a calm and official sounding tone, searching her pockets for a healing potion and holding her staff. She'd hope to gain his trust before even mentioning Iris first, once they heal the sister then maybe he would be more likely to speak on it. Hopefully.*

```"This handsome fellow is Merlin, hoping to find a skilled sword for his adventure. But that's hardly important now, could you show me where your sister is? I simply wish to ensure her safety and health, maybe ask a few questions if you are her brother. It's just about her symptoms, so I can get an idea of what exactly caused this sickness."```
Sharon
Merlin smiled and waved at Giddy as she took off, wondering exactly what she meant by bringing Unc a wife.

"***Oh come come now sister, no need to put yourself down like that. I know my fair share of magical items indeed but this one- well, I'm just as lost as a first year student, I haven't a clue. This quest has two meanings for me, one is to test Cullen and see if he has what it takes to join my academy, the second is I wish to get a chance to read that tome and understand it's magic.***"

In truth Merlin wishes to claim the tomb for himself and then destroy it the moment he sees it, wish magic should never be allowed to fall into the hands of anyone in his opinion, even his own. But those true thoughts can be saved for later, once the two approached the home and Merlin was able to fully see the uncle he nodded with a reply to what Almonde told him.

"***I remember my dear, thank you.***" The old mage replied kindly, before he was about to speak up a tad more so the uncle could hear him, while he walked closer and waved a hand. But, the sister beat him to it.

Given that Almonde said basically everything that was needed to be said, even the information Merlin himself had planned to share about his reasons for being there, so the old wizard just waited with a smile.
Kenneth
*The devotee thought of Merlin's words for a moment as she'd approach the house. Simply to test his student and to research the tome, this caused her to ponder. Surely, someone like Iris wouldn't be the trusting sort. The woman must have an ace up her sleeve, a way to keep her adventurers on a tight leash. They haven't even begun their adventure to the time's location yet so many questions were left lingering in her head.*

*As they entered the home, the devotee realized that the uncle was Marfyr himself, she'd had expected to see a family of goblins. She'd simply smile as the child greeted her uncle so warmly, putting the pieces together to realize that Marfyr's sister was probably the adoptive mother of the young goblin. Her eyes widened at the mention of a platinum, quite a generous donation from the wizard. However her attention turned to the loud and rough coughing, she'd softly smile at the man.*

```"Hmm, a weak heart. Show us to her, I have a few vials of medication that could help and I am sure a wizard of great power will also come in handy. After you, Sir."```

*She said with a calm and warm tone, her hands searching her large pockets to ensure her equipment and healing vials were in order. Her head motioned for Merlin to follow with, as she'd be a fool to not bring a wise gnome like him.*

```"Giddy, sweetheart. Don't worry, okay? Me and Mr Merlin will make sure your mama is taken care of. Just play for a little bit, she'd be happy and healthy in no time."```

*The devotee took a moment to speak to the child, knowing how stressful it can be for someone in her shoes. The woman kneeled herself down to gently pat the girl's head before finally entering the home.*
Sharon
The old wizard stood in silence, content to listen and observe those around him as he usually does. It made him happy to see Giddy so excited to see her Uncle and tell him about the adventures of her day and the good news she brought with her. It always does, seeing the goodness that remains in the hearts of people, it never fails to bring a sense of pride and joy to the ancient gnome.

Merlin just gave a small and kind nod of his head to Marfyr, noticing the pain that his sisters condition brings to him. He'd seen far too many siblings, even just people in general, who would dismiss such a thing and not care to try and help or care for those close to them. Seeing the look within Giddy and Marfyr's eyes told him exactly what he needed to know- *Good people.*

"*A weak heart... Poor dear.*"

Following behind Almonde the old wizard turned for a moment, hoping that his charge was doing well in his own endeavors- perhaps he should go tend to Cullen and allow the sister to work, he assumes she can handle herself... But, he made a promise to Giddy and he shall not go back on his word. So, with a small prayer to Starri to look over Cullen the old wizard turned and followed the Devotee into the house.
Michael
Cullen looked at her sideways as they walked, his eyebrows climbing higher and higher on his face as she spoke. How the hell did she go from talking about a cat that she found around an accident to leaks in her weave? What weave? Did she make baskets too? 

Then he realized that she must be talking about some sort of imaginary friends. Maybe she'd gone crazy out in these woods. Growing up a city kid, he knew nothing about spirits more than just fairy tales. Sure this woman was very pretty and all but it was impossible to hold a straight conversation with her. 

"Oh yes! We definitely shouldn't acknowledge them we wouldn't want the spirits to become real." He said politely, trying to give her an encouraging smile even as he cringed inside. This poor woman, isolated- no wonder she didn't have a husband with how pretty she was. Cullen reminded himself not to use any of her 'potions', for all her knew they'd be goat piss and firefly juice or something.

"Well hello Midnight, how good to meet you." He said towards the cat, trying to humor this lady. He didn't want her to feel embarrassed if she realized he couldn't see what she saw. Why did she *Used* To feed the cat? Did she get tired of it coming around or something? 

"Oh good look! We're almost to the shop. Careful-" He whispered to her, "There's a heebie jeebie watching from behind that tree. Don't look though, it might slip into reality." 

Playing along, sure she'd enjoy him seeing what she 'saw', he hurried along towards the shop eager to get back to the crew and not have to be alone too much longer with this unhinged potion lady. Maybe she'd inhaled too many fumes.
Cortney
```On the Road to Good Faith and Health```

**Marfyr** "Gids, can you do me a favor?"

**Giddy** "Yeah?"

**Marfyr** "Set up some soil in those pots for me? Elaena would appreciate it if those were done before she got up."

*The man is gentle with the goblin, even taking a knee and placing a kiss on her forehead. It seems to be that he wishes to shield the child. Healing comes with great costs at times and not every spell is without pain. If his beloved sister may need to experience pain before bouncing back to full health. He would rather the girl see the aftermath. But Giddy seems unsure but as Almonde reassures her, she puts up a forced smile and gives her uncle a hug before running off. This does not completely ease her and the man knows it. But it should be enough for now. As he comes to a stand, her gestures forwards and begins showing them to where his sister is.*

**Marfyr** "If you actually heal her... I will have no reason to reject Iris' request." *He says begrudgingly.*

*Inside, the small home is a but dreary in appearance compared to the outer portion. The walls are a mottled grey and while the wooden floors seem well kept for the most part. There is a strange sense of emptiness as not a single decoration is to be found. The loveseats look as though they had not been touched in years. Yet to their right, the loud coughing can be heard again and Marfyr rushes to the room. Inside, a single bed set for a single body. A woman who looks to be similar in age if not the same all together lay within it. Her eyes sunken, her breathing raspy. A hand placed on her chest as she smiles.*

**Elaena** "Did I hear others Marfyr?" *The woman weakly calls out, extending a hand out to clutch onto her brother's.*

**Marfyr** "You did... Sister they are here to help-"

**Elaena** "How much did it cost? We are saving for Giddy's education don't you dare forget that."

*Silence... Marfyr thinking back to the platinum Giddy had gotten from Merlin. He slowly looks over his shoulder at the two strangers, eyes pleading before turning his gaze back to his concerned sister.*

**Marfyr** "They are here to help, they are good people."

```The Potion Seller```

*As the two walk in brief silence, Lirien seems to appreciate his lack of talking... Until words fall from his mouth and irritation very much is now showing. Is he... Is he mocking her? At first her lips part to say something but she ultimately decides against it. He wants to be foolish at this time of night? Fine. As her gaze turns into a sharp glare, the woman simply stops walking. He has to just be daft, there is no way he would dare to not only insult her but play with fire. Her grip tightens around her satchel and now she will just watch, all while mentally cursing at his ignorance.*

*Idiot...*

***MrEoOoOW!***

*A cat once sweet, all black coated in midnight who looks at though it could not swat a fly. Now lets out a demonic call, eyes coating its once pure body. Its fur matted, its head slightly mangled as the creature's form becomes slightly incorporeal. It stops rubbing against Lirien's boot and each pupil thins at the sight of Cullen. All eyes, like a spider, set upon him and him only. It even walks through Lirien's legs and slowly inches closer, its teeth gnarled as it has been acknowledged.*

*It is seen...*

*It is real...*

*It is alive...*

*Lirien only gives a shake to her head at this, hitting the meanest*  *Face she could ever make. Her annoyance is clear and now she will have to deal with his actions and the consequences of them. What part of do not acknowledge the spirits did he not understand? What part of the weave being active did he not get? Her nostrils flare as she briefly closes her eyes. This lad... He is perfect prey for spirits who wish to haunt the living. Which bodes the question... Why are the the spirits so active as of late?*

***MEOOEEROOWWW!***

*Oh that's right, the cat. As it continues to stalk closer, Lirien debates on whether or not she should intervene. A man getting haunted by a cat is a bit cruel. She would not allow such a thing to happen. But he needs to understand why she warned him the way she did. So... She's just going to pretend she doesn't see it, for now.*

**Lirien** "Oh look! The shop!" *She chirps out, suddenly turning towards the fading lights in the distance.*
"I was teasing, no spirits actually exist out here!" *She continues to equally mock, turning on her heels as she sneers before her expression drops and Lirien is rolling her eyes.*
**Lirien** "I am dropping off my things! Then we go meet Iris! You don't get heeby jeebies in the woods at night do you?!" *Lirien then continues to call back as she walks off.*
Kenneth
*A smile grew and her eyes lit up with joy, as she'd witness the sweet mercenary kiss the goblin child. The woman's body language radiating a sence of tenderness and warmth to the sight. She couldn't help but say.*

```"Awww..."```

*The devotee was both happy yet surprised at the level of love that this little family had. However, she'd quickly realize why the child was asked to leave with a task. She'd assume the mercenary would be a coin counting killer, yet a kind man stood before her. As Marfyr begrudgingly made a fair exchange, a nervous chuckle escaped her lips.*

```"Haha... Deal."```

*As she followed the man, her blue eyes scanned the house before her. That one platinum would certainly help their situation, if anything, this quest should pay the man well enough too. She'd patiently wait and listen to the siblings speak.*

```"Ah, you must be the beloved Mama I've heard about. Let me help for free heh, but forgive me if I come arcoss as bossy in your own home."```

*Almonde began to place her shield on the ground against a wall, her hands beginning to unstrap her helmat off. She had a good idea of what to do, step by step as the experienced healer had dealt with weak hearts and terrible coughing before. She'd open her hip satchel, as the nun made her way towards the bed. Kneeling down to get a closer look at the woman, arriving at the opposite side of Marfyr.*

```"First things first, you need to drink this special concoction. A mix of chamomile, lavender and horehound. I have a full bottle here, you need to take this regularly even until the bottle is finished. Three tablespoons a day, after breakfast... Lunch and dinner."```
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Steve
SF*The devotee explained in a calm tone, as her hands pulled out a fat vial of a yellow liquid with traces of lavender, chamomile and some horehound inside the liquid. This was a regular medication for those who'd breath in toxic gas or dungeon air, it should be good for the weak woman's lungs. The devotee continued her explaining as she'd pull out a spoon, slowly pouring the liquid into the spoon.*

```"Just a tea spoon, shallow. It's not bitter so heads up."```

*Should the woman cooperate, she'd be given the medication gently. After that, the woman reached for her staff. Lifting the staff over the woman's chest as she'd begin a concentrated prayer on the woman's lungs and heart. Using the magical energy to infuse with the woman's body, to strengthen and restore her weak heart.*

```"O Merciful Mother of Health and Vitality, hear my words of prayer and love, soothe and embrace your child's heart, extend your warm hand on lift them up and draw their weakness away, replace it with your blessing and strength. As you may."```

*The staff began to glow a soft yellow as the light focused its magic into the woman's chest. The devotee would focus her efforts on soothing her heart and lungs, a determined hue in her eyes.*
Sharon
The old sage followed and listened in serene silence, content to simply observe those around him even as they entered the house and soon found themselves entering the room where Giddy's mother lay. He heard the words spoken about the little goblins education, it brought a warm smile to the wizards face.

"***No charge ma'am, we're just helping a friend who's mother is in need.***" Merlin replied softly as he allowed the Sister to take the lead with the healing- as he believed was best, she is a healer after all, and to take away her duties with a flick of his hand and the magic he was gifted... No, he cannot allow that. While the sister preformed her rites and rituals, offered the medicines to the woman and spoke with kindness the old wizard found himself approving indeed. With his gift, his eyes, he was able to see and understand the workings of the Sisters magic. It was good, pure, healing. And so, as he often does, Merlin allowed some of his own magical energy to assist the sister in her endeavors- making sure she has enough power to finish her task at hand...

The gnome turned his attentions to the man who had guided and let them into his home, a figure that Giddy seemed to respect and love and a man with the goodness and kindness in his heart to help save for a little girl's education.

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"***Dear boy, I overheard what was said about Giddy's education.***" Reaching into his satchel the old wizard pulled a coin purse from it. "***This may seem strange to those who are unaccustomed to such things... Kindness and compassion are so hard to find these days... Hopefully I can change that for you and your family.***" 

Taking Marfyr's hand in his own Merlin laid the coin purse in his grasp before curling his fingers with his free hand.

"***See to it that she gets the best education possible... And see to it her and her mother are well taken care of.***" Inside the heavy coin purse is enough gold pieces to buy a good home within the Imperial City itself. "***If any of you find yourselves down on hard times, please, do not hesitate to reach out to me.***"

Taking Marfyr by the hands the old wizard did not elaborate further nor allow for time to object- he merely guided the man with him towards the Sister and Elaena.

"***Come, let us be present when a miracle is given to us this day.***"
Michael
"Wow that was the biggest owl I've *Ever* Seen!" He said, and she'd realize that because he thought she was beyond loco, he'd let his attention drift to other things. First he'd noted the strange pattern the fireflies flew in, then he'd thought he saw a small flickering lantern in the distance- probably an ace man, and then he really had seen a massive owl take off and fly deeper into the forest. 

At the first hellish meow his head twitched but he was still looking for the owl. He silently thought that the thing sounded pretty rough, and planned to tell her later in as simple terms as possible that she should take it to a doctor to get checked out. Maybe it had swallowed an acorn. 

At the second nightmarish noise, he still has not noticed it's transformation or approach. Instead he reaches into his pocket to look for a fucking lozenge or something to give the poor creature, maybe it could lick the hard candy and get some medicine out of it. They'd shown him lozenges back in Velaris and he'd taken a huge bag with him, they really soothed the throat. Ah shit he'd left his waterskin at the last inn- what if he got thirsty while looking for the tome thing? 

He was about to look at the cat to give it a piece of bacon he'd stored in his coat pocket to feed to a cute critter when she spoke. 

"Oh!" He said and burst out laughing as she mocks him, unaware she was being sarcastic. After all he hadn't seen the cat, and so as he followed after her he continues to laugh. 

"I thought you were serious about seeing spirits and stuff! Oh man, you really had me going. Yeah that sounds great I'll wait outside, you know you should really get this cat checked out by a doctor. The black cat that was rubbing your leg, cuz yeesh it sounds awful." Shaking his head and pitying the poor creature, he decided if they made money off this quest he'd use it to go get the poor kitty looked at. He tossed the bacon in the direction of the cat as they reached the shop and put his hand over his e

Yes to peer down the dark lane he'd traveled along. 

"Hope I haven't taken too long. Hurry up in there Linzie!" He called out to Lirien, still peering away from the shop and the cat spirit, entirely unaware.

As the cat vanished, he looked around for it with concern. If it was sick then he wanted to take it to the vet. Oh well, he determined that after the quest he'd come back and find it and get it the care it needed, even if this potion woman was willing to neglect it. She was so... *Cold.* Either was daft, crazy or just plain malicious. Had she really just been talking about spirits and stuff to try and make him scared? Maybe she really was a witch, a bad one... He had to keep his guard up around her. 

"Alright, let's go." He said curtly, frustrated about her disregard of the sick cat. The young man's long legs carried him in quick strides and he didn't seem to care if she kept up or not, he kept his hands firmly by his side but notably not in his pockets- ready to use. His high leather boots had runes that were currently inactive engraved into them, curious as well. As they got further and further down the lane, he sighed and decided that talking to her was at least necessary. 

"Is this tome going to be dangerous?" He asked, slowing down enough so they could hold at least a decent conversation. Still upset about her malice towards the poor creature, yet perhaps if she wasn't crazy and was just mean, she'd know something. He hadn't really had interest in her input because he'd thought her too aloof, but now... 

"If it is, are you sure you want to go?"
Kenneth
*The devotee sat herself next to the bed, thankful that Elaena was willing to take her medicine and treatment. She watched carefully to see how the woman would react to the herbal medicine, seeing a positive reaction to it. It would take a few days but she was sure that the sister was on an easier path to recovery. Cleaning her spoon, she'd listen to the woman's concerns about Iris. That name began to be infamous at this point, first the Blacksmith and now Elaena. There were a few red flags with her client, but there was no helping it.*

```"We cannot lie, Iris did send us but you may rest assured that we help by our own choice. We could use Marfyr's help."```

*Upon hearing Merlin's kind offer and donation, her smile grew from his generosity. Even if they failed to bring the mercenary, she was content by the pair simply helping a loving family. The wizard's kindness would be remembered, it was rather rare to find a man dedicated to magic that held such kindness and generosity but perhaps the child's chance of education sparked his interest, she wondered.*

```"That's very kind of Arch Magos, May the Pantheons bless you."```

*The devotee said as she'd rub her eyes slightly, as the kind act was beginning to make her teary. Forcing herself to not cry in this situation of all things, the devotee was a emotional girl. Letting out a deep breath, she'd control herself and focused on their task at hand. As the siblings began their argument, it was very clear that Elaena simply cared for her brother's safety.*

```"I can respect and understand your concerns about your brother, I really can. Your protective nature and love between you two is a blessing to witness heh. We will respect your decision in the end but please hear us out for a moment?"```
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*Almonde said with a calm voice that held some hesitation in them, she sat and pondered. Wondering how she could convince the woman, in the end, she didn't have the proper planning or finer details in hand. She'd try her best to attempt a persuasion skills, feeling slightly guilty that she had to do this.*

```"We have an organized plan and a very powerful team of adventurers, take our Arch Magos for example. We have an experienced potion maker, a clever and sharp wizard scholar and potentially we'll have a great fighter in our party. We have taken great effort and caution to ensure his safety, making sure we all are blessed by a powerful protective spell and making all the right preparations to minimize any risks."```

*Almonde explained to the best of her ability, although she spoke with a calm and seemly honest tone. Despite being unsure on a few parts, most of it was true. They had a powerful wizard and his student who seemed to treat this quest as a lesson, a potion maker whose potions could be effective. And her, a healer. It seemed like a solid party... For the unknown. Her head turned to Merlin as she'd hope that he could be a better man to persuade the loving sister.*
Sharon
The Arch Magos remained silent for the duration of the conversation and the sisters explanation of the plan and situation the group has found themselves in. Once the Sister turned to him Merlin spoke softly, wisely and with conviction.

"***Your brother is a fine warrior, his skill are needed that much is true. It is also true that something could befall him and that fact is always present... But, such a thing could happy any day. Sickness, injury, fate- they always arrive no matter how much you aim to stay away and steer clear of it. But the other undeniable fact is that your brother will be alongside us, he will have our aid and we will have his. If he was chosen to be part of this ordeal than that speaks to his talents more than I myself can. Ultimately the decision stands with him alone, but...***"

Merlin drew closer and placed a careful hand on Elaena's and smiled to her, like a grandfather reassuring those that came after him in life. The same way he tries to treat everyone, a way to show his care for Aeterna and those who live within it. 

"***- I hope he will have the faith of his sister alongside him as well.***" 

The old wizard quietly and calmly smiled, pat the woman's hand while he stood and then made his way outside. Merlin took up a seat once he left the house, summoning a simple chair for him to his place on, and he sighed like an old man as he was finally able to give his aching feet a rest. Now it is time to wait and see who will leave the house and embark on this quest.