Immersive Ink

danhem wrote:
Ulric eyes the bottle of brandy and the Snork shopkeeper carefully.

"Eight pieces of gold for a pint of Tunmann's Epicure?" he says finally. "Hmmm...I could could perhaps go as high as six."

mushgnome wrote:
Highbough makes a mental note that this town is not safe for an Elf to walk alone at night. He returns to the P&F to rejoin the party. He will wait for Ulric to return with news of the magic items.

waysoftheearth wrote:
The Plough and Furrow Common Room

eris wrote:Olaf goes back to the Plough & Furrow and passes the information about the price Gustave can get for the necklace.

This generates gasps, then disbelief, then enormous smiles and cheers all-round. Everyone is anticipating a satisfying bulk of gold in their purses. Drinks are ordered to celebrate!

waysoftheearth wrote:
Ulric; Trice Tunnelworm's

danhem wrote:Ulric eyes the bottle of brandy and the Snork shopkeeper carefully.

"Eight pieces of gold for a pint of Tunmann's Epicure?" he says finally. "Hmmm...I could could perhaps go as high as six."

Tunnelworm's smile shrivels to a dour pout.

"Seven. Isss the absolute minimuuum I'll take, and that, issss robberrrry, Sir."

waysoftheearth wrote:
The Plough and Furrow

Before very long, both Josiane and Highbough return to the inn to find their comrades in a most festive mood.

Olaf is thinking he ought to get back to Brigitta's shortly, to pick up the gold...

ehiker133 wrote:
Once he's cleaned up and wearing the cloak, Desmond will head out to get outfitted for new clothes and some chain mail armour.

He wants to be as discrete as possible while doing so, not drawing attention to himself in the crowds when possible.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Gustave; Bow Street

tonneau wrote:Gustave bids Olaf good shopping, and drifts toward Bow Street in search of smithies, seeking a sturdy suit of armour, shield and helm to replace his ragged ring mail. There, he wanders slowly amid the ringing of falling hammers, perusing wares. His eyes drift over many a find sword, helm and hammer, but he is searching for something fine, something particular...

Meanwhile, Gustave is perusing the wares along Bow Street...

The swords, helms, mail and so on which he desires are all available at market prices (excepting by consignment armour) at the workshops of the various armourers, leather workers and weapon smiths.

Of particular interest to Gustave is a work of graven plate armour pieces that are presently being laboured over by the barrel chested smith and his team of apprentices at on open forge under a wooden sign that proclaims "Anvil and Hans".

The sweaty trio appear to be in the process of assembling a fine suit of plate armour...

mushgnome wrote:
Highbough approaches Albert the proprietor. He limps and wheezes to appear even more frail than usual, and makes sure his hood covers his pointy ears. "Kind Sir, have you a Boy in your employ who can help a tired old Man with his errands? I am not a wealthy Man, but I've a few coppers for a clever, quiet page-boy who knows his letters and numbers." He extends a silver coin in gratuity with such trembling hands he's sure the barkeep will decline it out of pity.

danhem wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote:Tunnelworm's smile shrivels to a dour pout.

"Seven. Isss the absolute minimuuum I'll take, and that, issss robberrrry, Sir."

Ulric looks thoughtful for a moment then inspects the bottle once more.

"Very well. Seven pieces of gold."

Ulric takes the gold from his belt pouch and puts it on the counter.

"You have a fine establishment. I will remember it."

Ulric leaves and returns to the Temple of Thuul to meet Pelenwin where he will hand over the brandy and the magic items.

OOC: Hopefully this will be worth the investment.

tonneau wrote:
"Gentlemen", acknowledges Gustave, strolling casually up to the men working the plate armour.

He runs a discerning eye over the work-in-progress, pursing his lips, then turns to the leading hand, "So, how are things coming along then?" he asks, his smile warm but expectant.