(039) Dusk 'Til Dawn

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tonneau wrote:
"Brigitta my dear", says Gustave, gifting a most perfect formal bow, "It is a great warmth in my heart to once again fall under your gaze."

"I trust you and your...fiancee are well?", this with only the faintest tidbit of forlorn injustice in his voice.

"Ah, my worthy comrades" he continues as the awkward moment is passed at the arrival of Desmond/Mondes and Dorgan, who stumble in panting.

"May I introduce, Dorgan, worthy dwarf and supreme axe-man, and Desmond, err...hobbit", he says by way of introduction, approaching the counter as he does so, "dont mention the deformity, he...err..has a very bad cold" he adds under his breath, indicating Desmond's unusually voluminous hood with his eyes.

"Now!", he continues, "I see that you are still breaking your fast, and would dearly love to chat, but we come on business. Specifically this..." he says, placing a selection of the electrum and foreign coins on the counter.
"I realise my dear that this is not your forte - and I will endevour truly to bring you something more in your line of interest next time - but I wonder if you know someone who might be able to help us move these...preferably with some err...discretion."

He finishes with his most beatific smile.

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ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond raises a hand in a quick wave and coughs loudly, bowing his heads under his hooded cloak.

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waysoftheearth wrote:
Brigitta's Lavaliere
(Gustave, Dorgan, Desmond/Mondes)

"What cold..?" snorts Mondes, but is quickly covered by Desmond's cough, and before Brigitta has half a chance to peer at the curious Halfling, Gustave is blocking her line of sight by leaning all over her counter and dazzling her with his smarmy smile.

She blinks twice and after absorbing Gustave's tale answers politely, with perhaps just a tinge of regret, "My fiance is well, thank you for asking," as she examines the coins upon her counter, dubiously sorting them apart in order to get a look at each of them.

"These appear to be a mix of foreign and vintage coins," she announces after a moment. "Not my area of expertise, I'm sorry to say," she admits with a blush. "You might try Jurgen's Earstwhile Emporium, across town. He is a selfish sod, mind, but he knows his antiquities."

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danhem wrote:

Guntrum awakes as if coming back from the dead (Ooc: final exams!). He seeks out Masters Ulric and Highbough to inquire about the sword. "It's not that I expect we can actually use it," he says, "but I couldn't see leaving it there in the hands of those fell fiends. Maybe the Deacon can dispel its enchantment or tell us how best to rid the world of it."

Guntram finds Ulric in his room seated at his new desk looking over a collection of scrolls and a large book. He looks up impatiently at the warrior.

"We should do nothing with it until we can learn more about it's powers. Until then we should keep it hidden and away from prying eyes. I have a strongbox with a lock that will keep it from view."

Ulric points to the new iron strongbox in the corner of his room.

"Now, I must return to my studies. There may be secrets here that will help us get the best of those fiends we encountered."

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tonneau wrote:
Gustave gathers up the coins, takes Brigitta's hand and gives it a gentle peck.

"Thank you for your wisdom, fine lady. It has been a pleasure, as always!". He grins, then turns and departs, gathering his comrades en route.

They make for Jurgen's.

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coffee wrote:
Dieter finally arises about lunchtime. Have the servants gotten any food yet? Also, when it's made known to him about the state of the house's finances, he'll chip in also. Say 30 sp.

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sulldawga wrote:
Dorgan is about to suggest that they stop by the armorer first, before they begin the trek across town. Then he remembers that he is also sans shield, and maybe if they get a tidy sum for the electrum coins, he might have enough to replace it.

Rather than communicate this to anyone, the dwarf dutifully falls in line behind Gustave.

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eris wrote:

Olaf drags himself downstairs and slumps into a chair to rest. When the goblin butler (Bennig, I think) comes by, Olaf says, "Bennig, do you know of a good healer here in Ket?"

Bennug the butler abides Olaf's call, and is soon attending the shrunken fighter by the fireplace in the great hall.

"If the Master is feeling ill," Bennug maintains a perfectly neutral tone, as though Olaf's health were no more or less interesting than organising the laundry roster, "Perhaps he should seek alms from the Sisters Of Mercy in their cloister? Should I send one of the staff a-running to fetch aid?"

"Yes, Bennug, do that." Olaf sighs, "I feel like a shell of myself today. A sister of mercy sounds just the ticket to bring a healing balm to my troubled brow."

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mushgnome wrote:
Highbough makes sure Olaf gets some nutritious vegetable soup.

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doctorx wrote:
Once she has tended to both her animal and servant dependents, Josiane turns her attentions to Olaf, chiding herself for not seeing to his needs before now.

"How fare you this morn, my friend?" she asks gently, offering up a comforting smile as she checks the condition of his wounds.