<strong>Location:</strong>Fogwall Court, near to the Lost Coast Gate,  Magnimar<br/><strong>Characters involved presently: </strong>Hugh Longfellow, Zael Ras'Kar<br/><strong>Characters nearby: </strong>Shadi Bahar, Cirene Galath, Ranna Walstad<br/><strong>NPCs involved presently:</strong>Lutsag Shatterbark, Silar Mortwell<br/><br/>Lutsag smiled and tossed the small velour bag towards Hugh.  Assuming that the man would catch it.  "That there will get you started and..." , the dwarf lifted a hand and raised it towards a storefront on the western side of the Fogwall Court.   "That there is the Blaze of Glory smithy.  If he doesn't have it then you don't need it."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3a/ef/54/3aef5427c3137b6ab4849204e8b1079c.jpg)</div><br/>He gave Hugh a nod of farewell and then proceeded to approach Zael.  Looking up at the tiefling with a pleased smile and being sure to place the velour bag in the tiefling's hand.  "And that there is for you.  You'll get the rest when we get to the festival." , he offered the tiefling a quick wink and tossed a bag through the air towards Silar Mortwell.   Silar caught the bag with both hands even as the dwarf turned and  headed back to his wagon, taking care of a few matters until he had an opportunity to pay the others.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/92/db/84/92db8493f391a08a5024573739d2e317.png)</div><br/>Silar offered Zael a promising smile but took a step back from the tiefling and spoke in a cautionary tone.  "Gods above and below.  Careful about that.  If the Sisters of the Savoured Sting hear you soliciting without a permit; they'll drag you to the Dome by your horns."  Silar took a moment to look about throughout the crowd of people walking about to make sure they weren't overheard.  "You really aren't from around here.  The Sisters do not mess about."<br/><br/>