<strong>The outskirts of Point Respite: the princess and the odd trio</strong><br/><br/>The princess's surprisingly immaculate sneaking paid fairly large dividends, and fairly quickly, at that. She even managed to get close enough to overhear a few snaches of conversation before the thinning crowds and dwindling cover forced her to move back again.<br/><br/>"Listen, all I'm saying that between myself and two talented, powerful,<em>lovely</em>women, like-"<br/><br/>"You had your chance, Jacob. Stop digging."<br/><br/>"Oh, come on, Lola. You know that digging is all I'm good at!"<br/><br/>"Very funny. The answer's still no."<br/><br/>"Bu-"<br/><br/>"No, Jacob. Go back to town. We'll contact you if we need you again. Give the Commandant her money and don't cause trouble while we're gone. Is that clear?"<br/><br/>"Yes." A short pause, during which the dwarf cleared her throat. "Yes, ma'am. I won't let you down."<br/><br/>So saying, the man spun on his heel, only barely giving Lazerette time to duck out of sight before he began his way back into town. The two dwarves, on the other hand, continued out towards the wilderness. Clearly, she had to make some sort of decision here. Further out, after the dwarves or back into town after the man? Of course, she could always let it go and move on, but what were the odds of that?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wow! That was a really good roll. I didn't actually have a good plan for you flawlessly following them! Lucky for me, I have a little backup for times like this.<br/><br/>Anyway, following the dwarves would require a Superb (+5) roll, while the guy is despondent enough that it'd probably be Average opposition at most (+1).</div></div><br/><strong>The streets of Point Respite: a scoundrel and a sorceress</strong><br/><br/>A short travel into town would reveal that, while there were smithies aplenty, most didn't seem interested in selling swords to anyone, even a pair of strangers who would likely have a fair quantity of money to spend. In fact, almost all of them had apprentices minding their front rooms, who would generally offer some apology for their master's absence, due to extreme business. The vitriolic Graft hadn't been displaying favoritism when he directed would-be buyers to the quartermaster. The army had, apparently, by hook and crook or by outright mandate, established a monopoly on weapons and armor in town.