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Jamir takes a moment to look around and take a few deep breath, to savor the sight of building crowding each other, the noise of crowds, and the smells of the city.

“Aah, civilization ! I’ve never set foot in Ptolus, and yet I feel right at home !

So, after you get your wages for guarding that caravan, I’m thinking our first order of business is finding an inn where we can stay a few days, and get directions to some good places to sell our trinkets. But not the first inn inside the city gate. That one is often of lesser quality than it looked and always overpriced. And the same for shops, actually.

No, I think our best bet is to invest a few copper coins in a native guide, and by that I mean a young boy or girls with too much time on their hands and never enough to eat. They’ll know where to go. We just have to make sure our purses are safe.”

Jamir starts looking around for a likely lad or lass…

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Belie Ekik Portrait Rogue in Pathfinder Ptolus Campaign City by the Spire

Belie Ekik, Human Rogue

Belie looks around, his head constantly on a swivel with one hand on the reins and one hand very near his rapier.

The rogue is by no means unaccustomed to the metropolitan life, but he’s been far longer in the wilderness and small towns as of late.

I agree. Maybe they will think you’re a kid too.

The crush of the walking traffic surrounds the caravan and the rest of the guards are more alert and defensive than throughout the entire trip.

Many of them look up at the mounted Belie and eyeball him and his horse. This puts the rogue even more on edge.

Jamir notices his friend’s backpack has once gain disappeared into his clothes magically. At second glance he also notices the normally ornate and beautiful rapier looks rusted, dull and worn. The rogue’s clothes also have faded to a lackluster color showing bad wear.

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It takes longer than Jamir anticipated for him to find an urchin. The press of traffic consists almost exclusively of adults bustling about their business.

One young man finally appears, jostling among the crowd to avoid being stepped on.

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Jamir
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Accosting the young man, Jamir asks:

“Hello ! Would you like to earn a coin or two by guiding two newcomer to this fair city ?”

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OOC: Accosting? 😀

“Uh, I guess…” He looks around cautiously. It’s easy to tell this young man is used to running more than working.

“Where ya wantin’ to go?”

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Jamir
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I’m guessing the English meaning is slightly different from the French ?

“We need an inn, first, something neighborly, not a place that tries to cheat their customer in every possible way or has an understanding with a local thief. And some directions to the best places to buy and sell good quality gear for explorers.”

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accosting for us would mean like you attacked him or at the least grabbed him roughly. 🙂 What does it mean to you?

I never stayed at no inn. But I know of a good one that’s been nice enough and gave me some food scraps. Maybe they know where to get stuff you want. What you gonna pay me?

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Jamir
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Simply walking to him in the street.

“One copper for directions to the inn. Three if you take us there yourself.”

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Lionel
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A wha? Show me a coin first and I’ll take ya.

After Jamir shows him a single copper the boy’s eyes light up.

Oh! We’re calling that a jack! For three of ’em I’ll take ya right to it! come on!

The boy starts to head away motioning for Jamir to follow.

[Private to GM:

Platinum Imperial coins are dragons
gold pieces are thrones.
Silver pieces are shields (although slang terms include “shinies” and “moons”).
Copper pieces are pennies (also known as “jennies,” “bobs,” or “jacks”).]

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Jamir follows the boy, motioning for Belie to follow.

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ooc: since Jamir was flagging down a guide i will assume we concluded our business and wages from the caravan leader. I’m also going to make the assumption that he left us some info on how to contact or find him again.

Belie turns his horse about and reaches down for Jamir’s hand.

“Nephew, ride with me for speed and security…”

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Jamir jumps to grasp Belie’s hand; it’s at times like this, when trying to get on a horse, that being a halfling has its downsides.

Mind you, Jamir can easily walk under a horse, without having to bow his head…

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The lean man was deceptively strong and hoisted the halfling up in front of him in the saddle.

They followed the boy easily through the crowd as people quickly made way for the mounted duo.

The short distance they had to travel seemed to drag on forever. There was no traffic on a wilderness road to slow one’s pace.

Even with most people avoiding the horse’s hooves there was still a tight press of bodies and carts to contend with.

Finally they arrived at The Welcome Inn. It’s a long, two story brick building that resembles a church more than a place of lodging.

The boy stands out front and awaits his payment with hand outstretched and smile wide.

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Jamir gives three “jacks” to the boy, as promised.

“Well, Belie, shall we see if the innkeeper is friendly ?”

Assuming Belie doesn’t disagree, Jamir enters the inn.

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The boy rushes off with Glee clutching the coins in his hand.

Belie tells Jamir he will join him shortly after stabling the horse.

When the halfling enters the bustle from the street disappears as the door closes and he notices an older couple behind the counter and two young women moving about the tables.

Several patrons are already inside huddled around tables.

It’s not dark yet so obviously they aren’t terribly busy yet.

The older man hollers a polite greeting to Jamir and says they have halfling seating, gesturing toward a side wall where indeed shorter tables and chairs are present together.

ooc: how is Jamir dressed again? armed?

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Jamir
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Jamir wears a traveler’s outfit, complete with low level magic items (cloak, belt, gloves, bracers, ring…). He has a backpack, a dagger at his belt, and he carries a staff (which would be a club to a human).

He is not, at the moment, attempting to pass for a child.

Jamir looks at the tables, and explains

I’m with a friend, a human. Is there some way we can put together a table where we can both sit at ease ? And a couple of ales would be nice. We’ll also be wanting a room for a few days

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One of the young women answer’s him, “Of course. Of course! Choose any open table you wish.”

None are halfling and human, but Jamir is not unaccustomed to sitting in “human” sized chairs.

The same young woman brings over a pair of ales, one in a smaller cup for Jamir.

“You mentioned a room. Do you want a private or you want to stay in the hostel?”

When Jamir explains his preference, and that a single room with two beds is best the young woman tell him 20 pennies a night. Upon inquiry he discovers that in Ptolus coppers are called pennies or jacks, and sometimes jennies or bobs.

The young woman shares a small, but polite, chuckle at his inexperience with Ptolus and asks whether he would like a meal, bath or any other luxuries during his stay?

OOC: when jamir wants to appear like a human child, what does he change?

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Jamir
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Now that is a trick question. I guess it’s mostly the way he acts (rule-wise Jamir has a huge bonus even without using props or a disguise kit), and probably not wearing so many obvious magic items or a backpack.

“Well, we’ll have to ask Belie, my companion, but sign me up for a meal and a bath right now.”

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A few moments later Jamir spots his friend entering the front door. Belie spots him and makes his way over to the table and grabs a seat facing the door. He’s still sporting the drab appearance Jamir noticed him adopt when they arrived.

He thanks Jamir for ordering the ale and gulps it down quickly.

“Horse is stabled. I’m ready to eat.”

The rogue orders a hearty meal of beef and potatoes.

“After all that time on the road with trail rations and that caravan cook’s food, if it can be called that, a hot meal sounds fantastic.”

Belie thanks Jamir for arranging their accommodations.

“I’m also ready for the comfort of a proper bed. What do you say nephew, do we spend the evening in the common room to catch entertainment or do we retire early?”

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“Let’s retire early. We have much to do tomorrow, to get properly settled in the city.”

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The duo enjoy a meal, Jamir a bath and both rest comfortably. Belie does set a few homemade traps to make sure their slumber is undisturbed.

The morning dawns to a delicious smell wafting up from the kitchen.

haha! I just read the following in the book. while classes like Rogues are tailor-made for urban adventuring, DM’s will discover that spellcasters truly sign-in City Adventures. guess we picked good classes. 🙂

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Belie yawns quietly as he stretches his muscles awake.

Immediately he checks the traps he set, noting none were activated.

“Well my friend. That breakfast smells wonderful and I would really like to sell some of this gear we recovered.”

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“I agree, and maybe make some purchases, get some information. I could do with a new set of clothes.”

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The two of them arm and armor themselves then head down and order breakfast.

Not long after a familiar young man slinks into the inn and rushes up to their table.

“Mornin sirs! Could i guide ya somewhere today?!”

His eyes are bright with desire to earn another coin.

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Jamir
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“Good morning ! Today we are looking to sell some weapons, armor, and a few other trinkets. And perhaps meet with some other enterprising adventurers, if you know of any.”

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A look of panic crosses his eyes then he tells Jamir not to leave and rushes off.

He returns after a bit saying he knows right where to go to sell.

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Jamir notices the boy’s antics, but merely smiles. After all, knowing who to ask is almost as good as knowing the answer.

“Excellent. So, boy, what do we call you ?”

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“My name is Lionel. I’ll wait until you done eating then we can be going.”

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Lionel explains they have to go a great way to the middle side of the city. It will be a long walk and difficult riding a horse because of the crowds. He suggests they could hire a stage to take them if they wanted to avoid the crowds…

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“What do you say, Belie ? Me, I like the crowds just fine, how else can one truly experience the city ? and we are in no hurry.”

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“Just keep your hand on your coin purse… Let’s go.”

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Having to re-writ everything I just did on my phone. Stupid website. 🙁 I’m writing everything in gmail from now on so I can copy/paste

Lionel waited for Belie and Jamir to finish eating then he rushed out the Welcome Inn and proceeded to lead them down a confusing twist and turn of the city streets.

The streets were already busy with people bustling about their daily affairs.

Sights and smells came at them from all directions. On nearly every street there were carts with people selling pastries, meat pies, meat on a stick, and more.

Shop owners were outside crying their wares, while some had front doors open and they could be seen working on the inside. Nearly everything one could imagine existed here in South Market.

Jamir felt right at home. But Belie was more on edge than he had been in years. He constantly swiveled his head and eyes, trying to watch everyone and everything around them. The rogue’s hands kept going to belt pouches that no one else could see, and subtly checking his backpack that was also ‘invisible.’ Belie’s hand was never far from his rapier or one of several hidden daggers.

Thankfully, the more modest look of his apparel, and the fact they weren’t mounted today, helped them draw far less attention than the day prior.

The boy lead them down one street after another. The press lessened a little as the streets got narrower and the shops gave way to smaller, more modest homes. At one point Lionel stopped and pointed down a street that stretched on a ways. The buildings were obviously far rougher than where they just came from. Some of them even looked abandoned.

“That’s Longbottom. Don’t go there. Okay?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before he whisked away down yet another street leading them away from where he just indicated.

Roll a knowledge or intelligence check to track your direction and/or to determine/remember the route. Or if there’s another skill you have that better determines direction, that’s fine too.

Both Jamir and Belie catch the name of one street named Lower God Row, because neither could keep their eyes off the two walled in mansions that dominate the street.

Finally, they pop out onto a main thoroughfare which stretches beyond their site in either direction.

Here Lionel stops. “The weapon man is right in there.” He indicates a cul-de-sac of businesses off the main road. “Jacks please and I’ll go to his door with you.” He puts out his hand with a wide smile.

Belie drops three pennies into the boy’s hand seemingly from inside his sleeve, then they three cross the busiest of streets into Delver’s Square.

The cul-de-sac is more a circle than a square as the name suggests, but it is surrounded by buildings and the press of people is even greater in here than on the street. They see every manner of humanoid known to them, and some unknown, while standing at the entrance to the square. One minotaur covered head to hoof in metal plates, with a sword taller than Belie strapped to his back, strides through unopposed by anyone. An emaciated orc in royal purples robes strides by gesturing and speaking to himself. From the sky an obvious wizard floats down, touches the ground and walks into one of the shops.

Comprising the square itself and the area surrounding it in about a five- or six-block radius, Delver’s Square lies near the center of Midtown on Center Street. A fourteen-foot statue of a completely armored man with a tower shield stands in the center of the square before a round fountain. Behind the statue is a stair case that descends below the ground and disappears. Dozens of people make their way up and down the stairs as the trio stands to take in everything.

The boy weaves through the crowd straight to a red roofed building that matches many of the others in Ptolus. Stone bottom with a wood second story that overhangs the first floor by a bit. A sign over the door read’s Rastor’s Weapons.

Belie and Jamir enter the shop and close the door behind them. A couple other patrons are already inside, browsing the multiple racks of well organized weapons. But both sets of their eyes are immediately drawn to the  massive lion-man, litorian, with beads tied into his mane standing behind the counter speaking to another patron, obviously making a sale.

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DM:
Roll a knowledge or intelligence check to track your direction and/or to determine/remember the route. Or if there’s another skill you have that better determines direction, that’s fine too.

That’s a job for knowledge: local if I ever heard one. Of course I don’t have it (yet).

Jamir takes the opportunity, since the owner appears to be occupied, to browse around the shop. Not that he is that interested in the weapons themselves, being a sorcerer, but it pays to get an idea for what a shop sells even if one is interested in selling, not buying.

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Every weapon you can imagine is present on these racks.

Several of them are clearly magical as well.

All are in good enough shape, and some of them are downright decadent (luxurious).

The others in the shop are clearly adventuresome types. They are armed and armored as if prepared for a fight at any moment. One elf. One or or half orc, it’s so hard to tell, and a pair of humans.

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Jamir leaves the weapons to go talk to the customers.

“Hello sirs. Forgive me for interrupting, but I am just arrived in this city and I was wondering what it was that had you so armored in the middle of it. Is fighting common within the walls ?”

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The two humans turn and look down to speak with Jamir.

The bulkiest man in half plate armor spoke with a chuckle.

“Ha! Better not be fighting in the walls or the guard will toss you in chains. Nah. We’re gearing up to head down into the Dungeon lookin’ for some fortune. Just like ereone else I suppose. Plus, never know who might want a piece of you up here even. Guard does a good job, but thieves and assassins still around. Less like someone attack ya armed and armored.”

The other man chuckled as well and spoke next. He was wearing simpler leather armor with his long brown hair tied back and a short sword strapped to his hip.

“What brings you in? Are you not looking for some fun and gold?”

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“Fun and gold ? Yes, I suppose we are. But I hadn’t heard anything about a dungeon. We came to rest and resupply after some work as caravan guards and clearing out a spider nest.”

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Both humans and the orc are listening and want to hear more of the story. if jamir doesn’t continue they will ask him to tell them more…

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Well, it’s like this: Belie and I were guarding a caravan; well Belie was and I was just enjoying a free ride. We came to Valastan, a small hamlet most notable as a place where caravans stop on the way to Ptolus, to enjoy a night in a proper inn, avail themselves of a farrier, and so forth.

Well, it turns out the locals were uneasy, because a number of caravans had never arrived. Something was attacking them on their way, and leaving no survivors. Belie and I let ourselves be convinced to take a look.

Well, we quickly found giant spider webs in the woods, so we went out with a couple of local lads to find the spiders and see if they were responsible. We tracked them to a cave halfway up a cliff.

Well, we entered the cave, and we found giant spiders all right, but not just giant spiders. It turn out there were also bugbears there, and both the spiders and the bugbears were under the command of a third kind of creature, some kind of shapeshifting beast that could take human shape, or elf shape, or a monstrous half-human half-spider shape, and they were spellcasters. They had built themselves a fort of sorts inside the series of cave, and done their best to turn them into a deathtrap.

We were careful, or at least we thought we were. Belie here is an awesome scout, and I know some magic, and the village people were quite hardy warriors in their own right. And we still got ambushed twice by the shapeshifting things pretending to be what they weren’t. Still, we lived to tell the tale, and they didn’t. 7 giant spiders, 6 bugbears, and 4 of those damn shapeshifting things.

And we recovered some of the loot. Some nice weapons, armor, various shinies… which is why we’re here, to turn them into nice gold piece and perhaps something more suited to us. Because bugbear-sized chain shirts would make a dress on me, and I’d still be tripping over the hem.

And, well, much as it was lucrative, I found out I don’t particularly like traveling through the wilds. Apart from that cave, we got attacked by harpies, and that was an ugly business. So I was hoping to find us some work in the city, where you can go to sleep in a proper bed inside of four proper walls and not have to worry about some flying monster carrying you away in your sleep.

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Both humans, the orc and the elf were all gathered in a half circle listening. The customer with the lion-man had finished and was also listening. And the lion-man was also watching and listening to Jamir’s tale.

The biggest and most armored human spoke up again, What a tale lad! That’s more excitement then we’ve had Delving for weeks! He gave a great guffaw and slapped his friend on the shoulder.

The second human looks the poor looking Belie over, who is wearing a wide smile listening to Jamir’s story telling abilities, and comments, “Indeed. Indeed. Maybe we should try the open road instead of Delving. Sounds more lucrative”

Finally the giant lion-person speaks up in a voice that sounds like a low roar indeed.

You said you found some weapons you want to sell then? Bring them on up and I’ll give them a look over”

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Belie nods to the on-lookers and makes his way around them to the huge man’s counter.

He spins to the right making his cloak billow slightly and making a show of shifting as his backpack seems to show from beneath his cloak (instead of appearing as if from nowhere) and he lays it to the ground.

21:08, Today: Belie rolled 26 using 1d20+16.  Slight of Hand.

Jamir sees Belie wince slightly as he opens the backpack and starts pulling things out of its impossible depths. He lays the following on the counter top.

3x Masterwork chain shirts
3x masterwork bucklers
3x +1 morningstars
3x masterwork composite longbows (+3 Str bonus) with 20 arrows each
Bracers of armor +2,
Ring of protection +1,
A golden vial with a ruby stopper (500 gp).
In addition, the silver-and-jade lamp in the room with continual flame.

“Forgive me my friend, but didn’t you say you wanted to keep the bracers and ring for yourself? If so, those are not to be sold Master…?

Belie leaves the word hanging in the air hoping the man-lion will fill the space with his name.

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Rastor, of Rastor’s Weapons here. Being as I buy and sell weapons I want nothing of the armor or the other items.

Rastor raises one of the morning stars in the air and swings it around through a few maneuvers, then repeats the process for the other two.

He picks up the strong longbows made for exceptional strength, strings each up, and pulls them back with ease.

The morningstars are magical with the lowest enhancement. I pay fifty percent of their worth, so I offer you 1,150 thrones a-piece. The bows are made for extra strength but they have no magic. I’ll give you 350 thrones a piece. That’s 4,500 thrones or 450 dragons to make your carrying lighter. I don’t haggle. That’s the price. If you want the sell the armor items take them across the square to Bull and Bear.

OOC: 50 coins weigh 1 pound

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Fair enough, we’ll take it. Is there also a store for magical wands and amulets nearby ?”

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“Across the way. Myraeth’s Oddities.”

The litorian counts out the Platinum coins, so named dragons onto the counter.

Jamir can tell Belie is frustrated that several other individuals are watching he exchange.

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Jamir takes the coin and hands it to Belie for safekeeping. He has no illusion about his own ability to protect it from pickpockets, if any is watching.

“Come on, let’s finish selling the rest of our stuff, then we can take out time browsing and selecting what we’re going to buy.”

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Belie replies, “Sounds good to me.”

They leave the weapon shop and head across the crowded “square” to the easily identified Myraeth’s Oddities.

Similar to Rastor’s store, Myraeth’s is stone for the first floor then then has two stories of wood topped by the same popular red roofing.

Walking inside proves difficult with the press of people. Humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, then against all logic a huge ogre stands watching over all.

The displays showcase wands, potions, rings, scrolls and more right alongside some “oddities” that range​ from Golden candelabras, to gemstones, silverware and all manner of trinkets and art.

And elf stands behind his counter stepping from side to side answering questions, making sales and some purchases.

The people range from those in shiny armor and weapons that looks new, to those who have seen heavy wear and use.

It seems the proprietor is no respecter of persons as he addresses every manner of humanoid with the same politeness regardless of their outward appearance.

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“Well, this is clearly the right place to sell our trinkets. And perhaps buy something afterwards.”

Jamir attempts to get the elf’s attention.

“Hey, mister, we have some small items to sell !”

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The elf completes his transaction then turns his attention to Jamir.

“Master halfling, please step down this way.”

He indicates the far end of the counter and moves there himself. Jamir and Belie move together and Jamir immediately understands.

Before the counter is two steps that allow a shorter race person to stand almost eye to eye with the elf and access the countertop with no issue.

Belie stands beside his friend as he speaks to the elf with eyes constantly roving.

“You’re new master halfling. I’ve never seen you in my shop before. My name is Myraeth Tuneweaver and this my shop. What might your name and business be today?”

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“I am Jamir, and this is Belie. We’ve just arrived in the city, and we’re looking to sell some items we liberated from a caveful of monsters on the way.”

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“Well Jamir, you’ve come to the right place. Show me what you’ve got and we’ll make a deal.”

Belie once again produces the non armor items for Myraeth to inspect.

The elf is very interested in the continual flame lamp.

“This is quite a nice collection you have here. These flame items are very popular with the Delvers, but this one is quite ornate beyond it’s functionality.”

He looks over the wand, the metamagic rod, the bracers and ring then finishes with the gold vial.

“Well good sirs, all of these items are magical except the curious gold vial with the gem topper. Had you thought of a number you would like for the lot of these? And sir, I did not hear your name yet?”

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“My name is Belie. My friend here handles the negotiations​.”

The rogue politely​ addresses the elf, but immediately sets his focus on the other patrons and watching their own backs.

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“Well met Belie. I personally promise there is scarcely a safer place in the whole city than my shop. You can stand at ease. Kird will also not brook any theft or harassment.”

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Jamir makes a show of counting on his fingers, slowly.

“How about 650 dragons for the lot ?”

That is about half the total value, assuming the golden vial is considered portable wealth and sells at full value, and that the lamp is worth about 280 gp. Oh, and it includes two potions of magic fang I had forgotten about, worth 50 gp each.

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“I think that sounds fair. Would you like 650 dragons to carry around, or would you prefer gems totaling that worth? I’m also happy to give you store credit and hold that amount while you browse…”

There was also a potion of lesser restoration which Belie and Jamir probably wouldn’t want to sell, right?

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“Gems would be nice. I’ll probably be spending them right back with you, but I’m not quite sure yet so I’ll pass on the store credit. We need to be seeing about selling some armor first, you see, just to be sure how much we have to spend.”

And I need to decide what I want to spend my money on 🙂

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“Well you can’t do better for selling armor than the brothers Feek at Bull and Bear across the way.”

Myraeth hands over 7 gems. 6 worth 100 dragons and 1 worth 50 dragons.

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“Thank you sir, we’ll head there next.”

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The duo crosses the square once more to their final destination, the Bull and Bear Armory.

Only a single human, boy is inside the shop when they enter, sitting behind the counter.

Hello! Hello! My name is Iltumar Shon how can I help you today? I’ve never seen you before. Are you all new? Have you been in the Dungeon? Have you found something you want to sell? How did you find it? Tell me everything!

He ends slightly out of breath but clearly brimming with excitement.

3x Masterwork chain shirts 250gp x 3 = 750gp
3x masterwork bucklers 155gp x 3 = 465gp
Total of 1,215 sound right?

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“I am Jamir, this is Belie. We are new, and no, we haven’t been to the Dungeon yet. We’d love to hear more about it actually. But on the way to the city, we ended up cleaning up a cave full of giant spiders, bugbears, and some shapeshifting monsters, and we collected their gear. The bugbears had some nice chain shirts and bucklers, so we’re looking to sell those.”

That’s my count as well

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Iltumar’s eyes light up the more Jamir says.

WOAH!!! That’s so incredible! Shape-shifting monsters? I’ve never heard anyone talk about those before. What did they do? What could they change into? Did you kill them all?!

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Jamir
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“They could take the shape of humans, or in one case an elf, and also some kind of hybrid spider-human beast. And they could cast spells. Very nasty, and very much into ambushes. With their giant spider pets and bugbears minions they were taking out entire caravans, and leaving no survivors.”

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That’s so spire! You’ve had more action than many of the Delvers I talk to! Spire sir. Spire! Let me check out your haul.

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Belie produces the three chain shirts and the three bucklers.

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“Sirs. Wait a few sand drops and I’ll be right back.

Iltumar takes one of the shirts and one of the bucklers and disappears through a door into the back.

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While the boy is gone Belie looks to his friend, “I’ve never been in a city this big and yet this one little area seems to have almost everything anyone needs. Very interesting. I’m ready for some rest and relaxation after we kick this stuff off.”

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Iltumar
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He returns after just a bit.

“Sirs, I talked to the owners and they said they are willing to pay 500 thrones for the lot. The brothers said they would need a good cleaning and some patch work so they won’t worth as much.”

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Jamir
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*cough* did you mean 50 dragons ? a dragon is a platinum piece, right ?

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In reply to Jamir (msg # 69):

I meant thrones, which are gold pieces. Ha. Sorry.

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Jamir
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“Fair enough I suppose. We did, well Belie mostly as I recall, impale the previous wearers just a tiny little but.”

So that’s 50 gp less for each of us

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Iltumar
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Alright. Do you want dragons or thrones?

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Belie
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Belie speaks up and says they would prefer the 50 dragons, which he quickly puts away in one of his many secret storage spots.

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No, I had already figured the armor in the 9,800 gp. In fact, since I had figured at a slightly better price, it’s now 9,750 gp each.

“So Belie, I don’t know about you, but I want to talk to the magic trinkets guys about maybe finding someone to do improvements on my staff. I ran out of power far too quickly, I need to fix that. And I can safely say that I will not be buying armor for myself any time soon.”

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“If you’re saying you want your magic item modified then the only group that will do that is the wizards of the Dreaming Apothecary. Run across the square to Danbury’s and someone there can put you in contact. They don’t have a storefront or anything. They come to you. But they can do anything you want. Plus Danbury’s go great food and drink around a bunch of finger wranglers.” Iltumar smiles at his nickname for spell casters and handed the coins over to Belie.

This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 17:13, Sun 02 Apr 2017.

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Belie
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“Thank you young-sir. Please thank the owners for us as well, the brothers I believe? Jamir, after we head across the way I want to take a coach back to where we’re staying for added security. Even with all my magical protections, traps and contingency spells on my person, I still want to make sure we make it back with all our coins…”

18:14, Today: Belie rolled 34 using 1d20+14.  Bluff. NAT 20! 😀

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“You could spend some of it right now to lessen the risk, but if you want a coach, then we’ll take a coach. Let me do some shopping first, and we’ll go.”

Jamir heads back to the Magical Oddities shop.

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Myraeth smiles when Jamir and Belie walk back into his store.

“Twice in one day? I don’t often see that. I imagine you want to spend some of that hard earned shiny. What can I help you find?”

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Jamir looks around for a bit and then says to the owner, “I’ve heard of headbands that allow those that do what I do, to do so better, I want to say they are called headbands of alluring charisma. Now I’m not looking to allure anyone into anything, but I do think the force of my personality does tend to weave it’s way into the magic that I do. You wouldn’t have one of those, now would you?”

He pauses while the merchant begins to check his inventory and says, “Oh and I could use an amulet of natural armor as well. If you’ve got both of those, of course.”

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Myraeth lets out a long whistle as he hears everything Jamir is requesting.

“Wow. You have some expensive taste master halfling. I’m so sorry but I do not have anything of the sort at the moment. Are you familiar with the Dreaming Apothecary? They can custom make any magic item you might want, but it’s going to cost my friend. Here in the square you can go to Danbury’s and there is almost always a representative there who can give you a price idea.”

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Jamir thought for a minute and said, “I haven’t heard of the Dreaming Apothecary. I’m sorry you don’t have these items. I do hope I can find them at the Apothecary though. You wouldn’t mind pointing me in the right direction, now would you? I’m sure I’ll be back this way before too long with more wares for your shop.”

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“They don’t have a store front. Like I just said, go to Danbury’s just across the square and there is almost always a representative there.”

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Jamir looked puzzled, “Ok, but why would they call it an Apothecary with no storefront? Surely they don’t haul all those liquids and flammable materials around town with them, do they? Surely this grand city has regulations against such acts of foolishness.” He gives Myraeth a big smile indicating that he was, in fact, joking.

He bid the shopkeep farewell and then stepped out the door and made his way across the square to Danbury’s looking for someone carrying a suspiciously large quantity of liquids in a pack or case or something.

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Myraetch chuckled and smiled, “They aren’t that kind of apothecary.”

He bid them adieu as Jamir and Belie left the shop.

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Jamir and Belie made it across the crowded Delver’s Square. The large statue rose above them in front of the pool of water. Behind the statue was the stair descending below the earth which had people constantly entering and exiting.

Danbury’s had a large sign above the door making it easy to identify.

They entered and with the door closing, the noise of the bustling square immediately disappeared. Being mid day the tavern was not busy, but several people sat around talking, eating and drinking.

Artwork was displayed all over the buildling. Paintings hang on the walls and small sculptures sit on the bar or in niches in the walls.

A burly chested dwarf stood behind the bar and must have been on a stool or ledge because he was nearly as tall as a human would be in the same spot.

Unlike most of the taverns in town, this one seemed to be more refined. None of the patrons carried weapons or wore armor. Instead nearly all were wearing robes or loose fitting, fine clothing.

Shortly after entering a young man walks up to the duo and greets them. He hands them a small bronze token with the image of a human man’s face on one side—his eyes closed, as though asleep—and a female elf’s face on the other, her eyes likewise closed.

“Good day gentlemen. These tokens make it possible for you to contact the Dreaming Apothecary and order any form of magical item your mind can conjure and your pocket book can handle.”

[Private to GM: The representative instructs the interested party to place the token under his pillow or bed when he goes to sleep that night, or otherwise very near his sleeping body. The Dreaming Apothecary will contact the character in his dreams, the representative says. He advises prospective clients to have the exact funds needed for the transaction in their possession or gathered in a secure place. What the representative does not make clear is that following these instructions essentially makes the character a willing recipient (no saving throw) to a powerful divination that tells the mages of the Apothecary his location and that he wants to be contacted. Further, the character willingly and automatically becomes subject to effects similar to detect thoughts and discern lies.
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Jamir nodded and took the token and said, “Wow, word travels fast around here. I’m actually quite sure I know what I want, it’s nothing fancy like a strange combination of a belt of dexterity and a wand of fireball though that would be an incredible combo, wouldn’t it? What I’m in the market for is a headband of alluring charisma, an amulet of natural armor and then an assortment of Ioun stones. Let me know what you have and I’ll let you know what I want.”

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“Ha. Interesting master halfling. Please step over here.”

He leads them both to a desk off to the side.

“The Dreaming Apothecary does not already have magical items. They are a group of powerful individuals who custom create magic items here in Ptolus and all over the world. You need only to place the token under your pillow or bed when you go to sleep. The Dreaming Apothecary will contact you in your dreams. You need to have the funds needed for the transaction in your possession or gathered in a secure place. Since you know what you want, the first contact will determine that price. If you cannot afford the cost, you can always contact later.”

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Jamir followed the young man and listened intently, this was a fascinating process. “Right, well that’s an interesting means of taking orders to be sure. I’ll be sure to put the coin under my pillow tonight.”

He looked to Belie, “Do you need anything else here? Or should we go take in the rest of the city?”

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“I’m good. I don’t think this is the kind of tavern I would get along in anyway.” He smiled with only the side of his mouth to show he was slightly joking, but a little serious too.

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Jamir thanked the young man again and exited Danbury’s with Belie, “So, Belie, where to?”

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“Well, I’m a bit peckish, and with all this gold, dear gods. We could retire for years. Let’s head back to the Welcome Inn and relax for a bit. I could go for a bath, a good bed, a good cleaning of all my clothes and maybe even a few new outfits. We have a thing few are ever blessed with in this life my friend Jamir. We have the blessed gift of freedom and free time. Tomorrow, maybe we dress to the tip, hire a carriage and eat at the most expensive restaurant in this huge metropolis?! What do you say?”

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Jamir giggled for a minute, playing up his childlike appearance and then said, “We’re in this grand city, our pockets filled with gold and all you want to do is go back and sleep? Don’t get me wrong, I’m beat, but come on man, there is daylight left and if we don’t use it we’ll regret it. Maybe we should go see about a job or contacting a guild. Don’t people do a lot of delving here? We just delved, maybe we can share our tale and earn ourselves a free drink or a new job where we can get even more of these shiny coins…”

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Belie laughed from his belly as he took in Jamir’s rant. “My friend, I’ve had my fill of caves for a while. I prefer the open air instead of crushing rock over my head restricting my escape. We’ve been on the road a long time. I didn’t say we would sleep, I said we should go spend some of that gold on fantastic food and entertainment. If you’re so anxious to go somewhere today, let us inquire about the best restaurant in town, and let us see about getting our clothing cleaned, possibly buying a new outfit…” He let the possibility of spending money hang in the air with his friend.

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Jamir smiled, “Fair point. You do smell.” He giggled like a little kid at his own joke, helping aid his current ruse of pretending to be a young human boy.

“Ok, let’s go back to the inn, clean up and find some of this delicious food you keep mentioning. I am pretty hungry now that you mention it.”

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The duo made their way out to center street where Belie summoned a passing carriage. He requested the driver take them straight away to the Welcome Inn. With a tip of his hat the carriage lurched forward after they entered and shut the door.

The way was slow with so many people congesting the main road, and the smaller road leading to the Welcome Inn, but they arrived safely. Belie has insisted on the ride due to the extra wealth they were carrying. He paid and tipped the driver enough that the man gave them a wide smile.

They headed into the inn together and straight up to their shared two bed, room.

“Knowing how easy it is to break into a room myself, I don’t feel comfortable leaving our wealth either. Ha. It’s so much easier to be poor my friend. None-the-less, how do you think we can safely store what we have?” Belie said all in a whisper. “Do you have any spells that can hide or store our wealth beyond thieving hands?”

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Jamir grinned at the question and answered, “Well as a matter of fact, let’s put all of the coins and gems into one bag. I can shrink that bag and carry it in my belt pouch.”

OOC: I’m pretty sure I can cast Shrink Item on a pack full of our money and then it will be tiny.
http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG…ells/shrinkItem.html

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Narrator
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Oh perfect! That will work!

Belie had gone down after shrinking their items and securing them on Jamir with extreme professionalism (Take 20+17 slight of hand = 37).

He asked the Schuk’s about the best restaurant in town and his jaw hit the floor.

“Jamir… They said the Aristocrat’s Table is the best in the whole city. But you can’t get a table unless you’re Noble and it usually costs around eight… HUNDRED GOLD!!!”

Belie sat down and simply couldn’t contemplate blowing that kind of wealth on a single meal.

“That’s disgusting. Disgusting! Do you know how many of the poor 800 gold would feed?!?!”

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Jamir shook his head, “Wealth is a strange thing. It makes people do crazy things. A bowl of soup amongst friends is better than whatever is being served at the Aristocrat’s Table in my book.”

Jamir thought for a minute, “Did you ask about a seamstress or a clothing store? Our traveling gear needs to be washed and mended or maybe replaced all together.”

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Belie shakes himself and focuses on Jemir’s question. “Huh? Oh. Yes. There is actually a bath house right across the street here. But the Row Bathhouse up town will also do clothes mending and cleaning while you’re bathing. So I figured we would head there. Then a couple places to buy clothes aren’t far from there. You keep things close to yourself and watch any hands…” Belie cautioned, raising his eyebrow at Jamie indicating keeping their valuables close.

“I’m carrying just enough coins to get our baths and clothes mended. “ He said at a normal volume, clearly for anyone listening to be dissuaded from robbing them.

He gripped his beautiful rapier and headed out the door.

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Jamir nodded in understanding of Belie’s commentary. It was a much to let others know that they were no easy marks as it was to warn Jamir, or so he figured.

“Thanks for taking care of the money, pops.” He hoped to play into the disguise he wore all too well, that of a human boy.

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“This place is so queer in that almost no one rides horses. Remember when we rode into town how everybody looked at us? Frustrating. I’m not a fan of all this walking. No matter…”

Belie let his voice and thought trail off as they made their way up Emperor’s Lane to Center Street, the largest avenue in Ptolus that led from one of the city to the other.

The streets were crowded as always. Criers of their wares stood all along the street selling anything and everything one could image.

When they reached the intersection of the two big streets a delicious smell wafted to them from a bakery across Center street. With their pockets flush with coin Belie couldn’t say no to a tasty treat today! The tables out in the yard around the bakery were full of people enjoying all manner of delicious treats. Most passerby’s couldn’t help but gaze on, some obviously too poor to afford such delicacies.

Ramoro’s was a freestanding structure with no other buildings touching it. It had the look of once being an upscale house. Now the building looked very old and ill kept. Despite its appearance, however, the smell meant mouth watering treats.

Belie and Jamir walked into the open door which let the smells waft out and joined the press of people ordering. Open racks displayed the various pastries, frosted and jellied rolls, as well as honey, fruit, and nut breads.

Belie selected a fruit filled pastry and kept it away from his new shirt and vest to prevent any spills or stains. He handed over two silver coins, leaving a bit of a tip for the delectable treats then they headed back out and went south on the Emperor’s Road.

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Feel free to RP ordering food or whatever you want.

After leaving the bakery Belie’s eyebrows climbed almost to the top of his forehead.

He leaned down while they were walking and spoke in as much a whisper as he could on the busy street.

“Jamir, something just occurred to me.” Jamir could hear the excitement in his voice. This also just occurred to ME! 😀

“We could go to the Aristocrat’s Table then pick someone to follow home and choose them as a ‘mark.’ What better way to redistribute the wealth they are blowing than to help them give it to those less fortunate than them?” His smile widened as his eyebrows fell back down.

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“Thanks, this is quite tasty,” Jamir says in between bites of the fruit-filled pastry.

He’d just taken a bite of the delicacy when Belie shared his insight, so all the halfling could do was smile and wink in the affirmative. The two would have to work out their own hand-sign short form if they stayed together for much longer, given both of their mischievous natures.

Once his mouth was empty, he said, “That sounds like a solid plan to me.”

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Belie smiled and nodded as the licked his fingers clean of the final remnants of sugar from the delicious treat.

They made their way up Center Street. Even more sights and sounds assailed the duo. People passed around them in a hurry. Others went the opposite direction on the other side of the street. People pulling carts. Animals pulling carts. People walking. And very occasionally, a stage coach.

People with carts parked along the main thoroughfare were hollering out to everyone to catch anyone’s attention.

Not to mention, in just this walk, they saw almost every known goodly race. Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Halflings, Gnomes, even some Orcs. Nowhere else had either Belie or Jamir encountered such a menagerie of the world’s sentient beings.

Before they reached the even busier Delver’s Square the Row Bathhouse came up before them on the right side of the road. A simple sign with the business name and the silhouette of a woman bathing hung over the door.

The two entered and were greeted by a middle aged woman with a pile of towels in her hand and a look of weariness on her face. She stopped mid stride and greeted them.

“Hello. Welcome to the Row Bathhouse. What’s your fancy?”

“Greetings miss” Belie replied politely, “We are in need of baths as our clothes need washing and mending as well. Do you have private rooms?”

“Well but of course we do. They are might more expensive, but we’ve got some open for the both of you. It’s 8 copper for a simple bath, but ’twill be a full silver for a private room. 2 pennies for outfit cleanin’ and another 3 for any mendin’.”

Belie produced four silver coins seemingly from inside his jacket’s arm, handing them to the lady he asked they be led to the rooms.

Belie rolled 27 using 1d20+17.  Slight of Hand.

She asked them to wait a moment, after accepting the coins, and rushed to deliver the towels to someone down the way. Moments later she reappeared and lead them down a hallway on the first floor of the building to two rooms, side by side.

“You’ll find towels and all you need inside for a proper bath. Robes are inside on a hook. Undress and lay your clothing outside the door to be care for.”

Then she whisked away to the next task and the next customer.

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Jamir followed the lead and stepped inside, took off his soiled garments and donned a robe. He took care to fold his clothes and leave them outside the door and then he began to explore his private room.

He found all sorts of soaps and additives for his bath. He found one ball shaped soap and once he’d filled the but to his desired height, he dropped the ball in and watched as it not only dissolved but seemed to rapidly bubble and foam up as though it were enchanted with some arcane art.

He watched as the purple faded into the water and then took the robe off and eased himself into the still warm water, enjoying the sensation and release of the tension he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying.

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Belie likewise sunk into the bath just resting his head back and relaxing. The well-traveled and world-wise man commanded his magical rapier to change into the look of a back scrubber, which he sunk in the water beside him. The rogue would not be caught unawares and unarmed even while naked in a tub.

Nevertheless, he had nothing to fear. His brows shot up as he thought about Jamir leaving their wealth in his clothing to be discovered by some happy seamstress, but he trusted the halfling to make better decisions and settled down once more.

He could not remember the last time he enjoyed a proper bath. They had not the time when passing through the small town of … with the caravan. They had been preoccupied with their duties, then helping dispatch those strange spider beings. Shape shifters. Yuck. Frustrating quarry. Yet it had been a profitable diversion. One that led him to today, soaking in a pleasant bath. He smiled thinking about Lucie. A strong lady she was.

Ah. The big city though. He was glad to be among the land of the civilized once more. He thought back and couldn’t believe how long he had been on the open road and away from a metropolitan life. Fun times. Profitable times. Good people. Not for naught. Yet the press of city buildings instead of trees, then clatter of cobblestone instead of squishy mud and the noise of many bodies so close, all had him more at ease than in the wild. He was far less likely to ruin good boots here. Belie laughed at himself and his past companions.

A new life awaited. With Jamir’s skills combined with his own, the Rogue was very confident. Just how the halfling’s spells aided him in their travels here had him amazed. They had become fast friends. Likely only to be made more so during their stay in this great city. Opportunity rattled all around in the coin purses of the insanely wealthy!

Belie didn’t realize how long he soaked until the cold of the water started to seep into his bones. He stood and let the water drip off. Retrieving his “back scrubber” he toweled off and wrapped himself in the robe. Outside the door he found his clothes cleaned and stitched. It felt great to put on fresh, cleaned clothes.

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When Jamir finished and left his room in clean and mended clothing. He saw the lady running around with towels, soaps, robes and more. Then a gruff older human with a scraggly beard, dressed in ratty and dirty clothing sat on a bench in the lobby. He looked like a bath was certainly needed. The strange old man was queerly holding a wooden back scratcher.

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As Jamir left, he dropped the tiny shrunken bag containing all their wealth into the pocket of his freshly cleaned and mended clothing.

Seeing the old man with the odd back scratcher piqued Jamir’s curiosity. Approaching him, he sized the man up and then said, “Ho there, are you here to take in the baths. They are quite refreshing and very relaxing. I’ve just had one myself.”

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“Aye little nephew.” The old man chuckled in a raspy voice as the back scratcher transformed into a beautiful rapier…

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“Well aren’t you the trickster. Nice disguise. Off to dinner?”

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“HaHa. That just never gets old.” As Jamir watched Belie’s face transformed into his own one more and his clothing returned to what he wore walking in. His simple hat that nearly always adorned his head formed into shape once more.

“What’s next my friend?”

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“Come with me.” The halfling says and leads the way back out to the streets.

“Your idea earlier was pretty clever. Let’s go see if we can find a mark or two and see where they lead us. If we hadn’t bathed, I could have probably quiet easily played a beggar though that might have lead to a quick escorting off the premises. Should we dine at the restaurant and call it an investment or should we scout it out now for a good location?”

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“Apparently it’s quite hard to get a table. Maybe we could pose outside? I’m not sure. If we waited outside, like we were man-servants, then maybe we could then pick the nicest carriage and follow them home?”

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“Man servants will look suspicious. We need to blend in. Let’s take a stroll by and see what the area’s like and then we can make a better plan. Why don’t you make yourself look like a grandpa again, and I’ll play up the childlike appearance that I have and we’ll make a fine pair.”

Jamir mashed and mussed his hair a bit, and made a few clothing adjustments and looked like a young human boy rather than the adult halfling that he was.