Scia smirked abit at the compliments but nodding, she began to gather the things that she did mention she would part with, including the spellbook, but then taking up the whistle and the statue she focused for a moment and smirked. Curious look on her face, she let a scaled finger roam over the figurine, eyes glowing again after a short chant almost breathlessly.<br/><br/>"Great Mother! You found<em>Her</em>image?" The serpent-woman's grin was amused, while looking at Petra. "Careful with this. Is ancient thing. Great Mother before Gods. Before pantheon come to power. One of forces of pre-dawn. Fertility Goddess, but more than Goddess. The gift of life. Not see if not in ancient temple. Think someone loot temple to get. Not see one outside temple in long time. Often trapped to prevent theft. Real, real old magic."<br/><br/>She shivered a bit and held it at Petra. "Many powers, used right. Simplest one. Hold on belly of woman loaded with cum, pregnant no matter races involved or infertility. Is magic. Some say used for evil, create monsters, long ago. Sealed away, but powerful." She nod. "Not only one made, but many destroyed. Other uses, will have to grow to know, but..." She took up a bowl from a shelf, and filled it with water, setting the statue within it, and then seeming to cast a small spell of some sort, the water starting to bubble hotly soon after. The statuette seemed unshaken, but the waters gained a eerie glow before becoming a bit crimson, just as Scia lifted the figure out of the water.<br/><br/>"Lifebringer also mean life essence." She gestured at the water. "Could make potions, easy enough, leave mixture here. Just need know, how consentrated. Higher concentration, better potion, but less potion. Less concentration, more potions, less powerful potion." She shrugged and smirked at this.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC - Potions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Scia can prepare 4 x Cure Minor Wounds, 2 x Cure Moderate Wounds, 1 x Cure Serious Wounds and 1 x Cure Minor Wounds or a 1 x Cure Critical Wounds potion from that mixture, at maximum caster level for the particular spell.</div></div><br/>Setting the figurine down she snorted and nod her head. "Is meant to be fertile, buxom and shapely woman. Have powers for that end. Unsure how to unlock, is not just magic item, is more<em>small artefact</em>. Not known how make them. Ancient." She repeated, but then taking up the whistle she seemed focused on that.<br/><br/>"The whistle inlaid with conjuration markings. Used to call power. Your power means summon power." She nod. "But your nature mean summon nature." She waved the whistle. "Can use once each day, not last too long though." She nod her head again sagely. "But marking on side, in hands of real conjurer, could last lot longer, but think owner long dead. Not see them give this away still alive."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC - Whistle</div><div class="spoiler_body">The Whistle has a daily use of 'Summon Monster' power at a Caster Level equal to your character level, and the spell level is the highest possible spell level for a wizard of the same level. So, spell-level 1 for levels 1-2, spell-level 2 for levels 3-4 etc. Summons last 1 round / level. May be used to summon more lower-level summons, as per Summon Monster rules.</div></div><br/>Scia then proceeded to hand back both items, looking thoughtful. "Scia not travel outside too much, but know merchant in main street a loon. Might try there for full price, but for best things, ask for Dalen in alley behind old church. Sell and buy, less legal. May get breasts looked at, but guy buy and sell fair."<br/><br/>She nod her head once. "May come back to buy or sell more later, may still be here. At least until run out of town, if discovered. Always keep moving. Always eventually find hide hole. Always end up having to leave." Her tone was serious and stating her situation, not sounding like she complained as much as stated she might not be found in the future but would help as long as she could.<br/><br/>"Also, carry banger?" She gestured at Petra's weapon. "Got something." She moved to a shelf, lifting off a pouch, setting on table. "Lead Balls." She shrug. "Heavy, ugly, but asked for by someone not returning." She lifted one of the metal balls out of the bag showing it. "Got thirty of them. No use."