<strong>Location:</strong>Fogwall Court, near to the Lost Coast Gate,  Magnimar<br/><strong>Characters involved presently: </strong>Shadi Bahar, Ranna Walstad, Hugh Longfellow,<br/><strong>Characters nearby: </strong>Zael Ras'Kar, Cirene Galath<br/><strong>NPCs involved presently:</strong>Lutsag  Shatterbark, Silar Mortwell, Justice Ironbriar, Hellknight Kylien Razek<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shadi's response</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334819.msg15936126#msg15936126">Quote from: Hatless on 30-07-2021, 02:08:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/5KEKEYx.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Shadi Bahar</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1174357)<br/><strong>Fogwall Court</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Charity was an intrinsic part of life for Shadi. The young Qadiran woman doubted that her pilgrimage would have been as successful as it had been without the trail of spare beds and offered food that she had left in her wake, either from strangers that empathized with her journey or brothers and sisters of faith openly welcoming one of their own. But charity was a circle; kindness given and kindness repaid. In this way, the world grew a little brighter and a little more beautiful with each passing day. So when Shadi spent a few hours sweeping a temple dormitory or washed the clothes of a family kind enough to take her in for a few days, she was more than happy to do the work.<br/><br/>"Oh, stop it, Mister Lutsag." Shadi swatted dismissively at the air and giggled with an infectious, rising laughter that had a way of brightening whatever room she happened to be in. "You're being far too kind." It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Shadi to find herself on the receiving end of a gift or two. She liked to think it was because people liked helping the followers of deities like Shelyn, either to garner favor with the patron she served or in the hope that a favored soul of one of the righteous divines could use a small kindness to spread a greater kindness. Of course, Shadi wasn't oblivious to gifts being little more than an attempt to win over a person enough to get them into bed, but she was nowhere near cynical enough to jump to that assumption without ample evidence.<br/><br/>"But I thank you, Mister Lutsag." Shadi pulled the pan she had been eyeing from its place on the shelf and regarded it almost in the way one would a piece of art. "I will remember you every time I use it, and someday, I will tell the story of this day to my children." The priestess shared another smile with the dwarf as she set down her pack and started rearranging the contents to make space for her newest keepsake.<br/><br/>"Maybe once we're in Sandpoint -- and if I can find the ingredients -- I will use it to make a dish from my home?" Shadi looked up from her bag, eyebrows raised happily as she made her suggestion. Lutsag wasn't getting away without Shadi returning the favor somehow.<br/><br/>The handle of the pan protruded from the mouth of Shadi's backpack as she hoisted it back up onto her shoulder but it otherwise seemed secured amongst the chaos that was her bag of belongings. The gaze of her dark eyes then swept across all those that the dwarven pot peddler had gathered in the plaza, her face pleasantly cheerful as she looked upon each member that she would be sharing the journey to Sandpoint with. "I am truly blessed to have such company." The young woman's smile widened briefly before she jerked to attention as though she had just remembered something important. "So sorry. My apologies, I have not introduced myself. I am called Shadi. It is an honor to share the days ahead with all of you."<br/><br/>A look of curiosity touched her exotic features as Shadi looked over the gathered individuals a second time. "Will any of you be staying for the Swallowtail Festival once we arrive? I hear it is quite fun."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>Lutsag continued to beam brightly in Shadi's direction each time she spoke.  Nodding in agreement with her as she spoke of telling her future children about the interaction she had with the dwarf.<strong>"That sounds lovely, Lady Bahar.  I wish for you many happy, fat children!</strong><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3a/ef/54/3aef5427c3137b6ab4849204e8b1079c.jpg)</div><strong>There will be a good many people present in Sandpoint for the festival.  Most of the visitors will be from Magnimar, much like myself and some of you but there are always a handful who make the journey south from Riddleport.  I'd keep both eyes and a third if you have it on that lot but there is always opportunity to find something exotic if necessary."</strong>, he nodded his head once as if to confirm what he had shared before busying himself with preparing to leave.<br/><br/>Silar approached smoothly and silently alongside Shadi, maneuvering himself closer to her as well as himself into the conversation.<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/92/db/84/92db8493f391a08a5024573739d2e317.png)</div><em>"A pleasure, Shadi.  I'm Silar Mortwell and I call Sandpoint my home.  I would be happy to show you about and help you get settled." </em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lutsag's Response</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334819.msg15936557#msg15936557">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 30-07-2021, 15:04:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/14/ca/be14cafdea164d83f9fe502bfc695c52.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Hugh Longfellow</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2494367)<br/>Outside Magnimar<br/><br/>Hugh had promised to return promptly, and despite his very many flaws, Hugh always tried to keep his word.  He returned to Lutsag, waved at him to let him know that he had returned, and promptly sat against a wagon wheel to adjust his kit.  He lay out his the contents of his backpack, and considered how best to organize his belongings.  He was so deep in thought about whether to put his rations at the bottom of his sack that he hadn't realized that Lutsag had assembled quite the vanguard.<br/><br/>After reassembling his kit, he unrolled his bedroll, and then tightly rolled it back up tightly and lashed it to the top of his bag.<br/><br/>He then climbed up onto the wagon by climbing on the wheel, found a spot to stash his bag, and lodged it securely aboard the cart.  He then climbed along the side of the wagon, taking stock of that which he was supposed to keep secure, and once his inspection was through, Hugh leapt off the wagon, alighted the ground, clapped his gloved hands free of dust, and waited for the voyage to begin.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>Lutsag took note of Master Longfellow's return, giving the man a nod of his head and thumping a fist against his chest once in silent acknowledgement and thanks for his prompt return. Taking note of the ease at which Hugh clambered about the wagon, storing his gear and promptly returning to the cobblestones below which earned him another nod of approval from the dwarf.<strong>"We leave sharpish upon the return of Lady Galath and the tiefling!  No further delays and..."  <br/></strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The dwarf's speech was cut off as two armoured individuals strode out into Fogwall Court from the well-guarded entrance to the House of Lords.    One wearing a helm the other...not.  The one just slightly in the lead had a glower on his face, striding with purpose as the wind from the day tugged at his resplendent blue cape.<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/BojKU3x.jpg)</div>Keeping pace with the tall, grim-face elf was the an individual fully clad in black armour  with a palpable sense of menace emanating from the individual.  Silar did an excellent job of simply...melting away from the current location he stood at and put Lutsag's wagon between himself and the two individuals.  People walking about Fogwall Court actively got out of their way as they drew nearer to the impromptu caravan of Lutsag's.  The dwarf anxiously bustled forward and bowed his head in respect as he spoke...<br/><br/><strong>"Justice Ironbriar!  Lady Razek!  A lovely day and made especially so by your..."</strong>, the two individuals strode past.  Justice Ironbriar clearly angry about...something and altogether ignoring the dwarf's greeting.<strong>"...presence."</strong>, finished the dwarf in a deflated tone.  With the two approaching the far side of the Court now, Silar once again joined the company of those present as well as the conversation.  Silar spoke quietly to those nearby, the scowling elf and the armoured woman were seemingly too far to really overhear much of anything in the crowded Court but it did not seem to stop Silar from speaking quietly.<em>"Justice Ironbriar and his Hand, Kylien Rezak.  A Nail-Knight and less a Hand and more a Fist..."</em>, Silar snorted quietly in disdain.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0brhklV.jpg)</div>