Naturally, the first order of business was going out to a bar. I didn’t particularly want to go, but when has that ever stopped Ceor? They wanted to take advantage of our new relative positions and go to the expensive, fancy place. Because we totally fit in there. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to enter, but as long as Ceor and Reeshka had drinks in front of them, they don’t care.
This will end splendidly.
Reeshka was delighted to find out they served fire drake… I’m not entirely sure I want to know why.
Most of the talk in the place was about the campaigning season. One person was lamenting the loss of a letter of credit; so far as I know, it didn’t turn up with the bandits. Even odds that it’s still hidden in someone’s boot, Miaako has it, or it was eaten by a rat.
It was rather comical when Miaako discovered that Reeshka’s firedrake steak was coated with gold dust. It was all wretchedly expensive, of course. Reeshka got absolutely smashed, but what do you expect when you try to drink as much as Ceor? Fortunately, the big lug was too drunk to notice me emptying my drink into his. I hate alcohol. Miaako was incredibly wobbly, but Ceor astonishingly was able to walk in a straight line.
I resisted the urge to make loud noises outside of everyone’s houses in the morning, and instead decided to go see if I could find more spells to add to my collection. I found a nice bookshop run by another tiefling. I enjoyed it, and found a spellbook of necromancy spells. Completely full of them. I was in an exceptionally good mood, and purchased it for the full price he asked. Then I went to get breakfast at the inn we’d stayed at before.
Breakfast was unremarkable. I heard some rumors about the Flame of Mavros behaving strangely, slimy things at the docks, and an army from the north marching towards Feymont. It’s not ours, but ours will be here first. I’ll pass it along.
Also heard something about the old man at the bookstore finally getting rid of the book of spells he’s been trying to fob off on someone for a year. I’m sure he drastically overcharged me, but what the hell, I’m feeling generous.
As I was heading back, Reeshka blew past me, and after consideration, I decided it wasn’t worth chasing after her. If she’s up, the other two have probably recovered by now. And if they get into any trouble, I’ll hear about it. I elected to go back and add my new spells to my spellbook.
I had some peace for a while, then the others decided to return. Ceor decided to buy Miaako and I horses. That was nice. I’m not entirely sure what to do with it. I’m not exactly good with people or animals. And Miaako bought clothes which does not surprise me in the least.
Ceor, naturally, wanted to check out the Temple of Mavros. Because of course he did. I felt uncomfortable there, more so than I usually do. It wasn’t entirely unlike what it felt like walking the streets of Friula, where they don’t like me. I wonder if this is paranoia, or if something is wrong. The priest indicated that he wanted us to go check out whatever was invading the docks. They’re not really sure what it is, but it doesn’t seem to be malicious, just mischievous. Cut rigging, minor sabotage, but no real harm.
There was no talking Ceor out of it, naturally. But the priest said he’d be able to give us something to help. He took us down to the temple armory, which made those among the party attracted to shiny objects incredibly happy. He ended up giving us six bottles of some sort of oil that would turn their swords and daggers into blessed flaming weapons of Mavros. Hopefully they don’t set themselves alight. If they’re going to be set on fire, I’m going to do it.
As soon as we went outside, the uncomfortable feeling went away. I’ve never felt that way in a temple before, and Ceor’s dragged me to plenty of them. Odd. Something’s going on there.
We went to check out the docks; the trouble doesn’t start til about midnight. Ceor and Reeshka discovered the most common targets are the largest ships. Malicious pranks seem most reminiscent of the fae. They’re resistant to most injuries, though they are particularly vulnerable to cold iron. Fortunately, the docks themselves seem to be constructed largely of stone…
And in a move that surprised me, someone had the sense to notify the local night watchmen that we’d be here and preferably they shouldn’t open fire on us.