The Tavern

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Myhkul

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Sitting in the tavern, Isawda quickly writes a note in the fading light. The tavern offers poor light but a solid table and a sound roof to keep the paper and quills dry.
The letter is addressed to the Fatespinner and will be sent to the city with the next available trusted traveler.

"My Lady.

I am pleased to report that we were able to gather the Guild members for a brief meeting, despite the many charges on our members time during the recent fury of activity around the Breach.
All members attending most generously tithed a silver, despite the fact the we have yet to create a market for our potions. While many call on our members for both combat and recovery healing by spell and potion, few have shown an interest in purchasing those potions. The tithed funds were placed in the Guild strongbox.
Despite the lack of paying customers, Bota and Thistle continued to put our workshops to good use in producing the potions that help sustain the Breach.
Training and scribing was arranged and completed for all guild members who expressed a need and an interest.
No guild member identified themselves as ready for a promotion that would require your attention.

I remain,

Isawda
Keeper of the Inner Circle"
 
Re: The Tavern (Sept 2 early evening)

Walking into the Tavern, the Colonel looks around, "There is someone here, good day Isawda, may I join you?"
 
Re: The Tavern (Sept 2 early evening)

Standing and nodding, Isawda responds somewhat slowly. (No internet in Thompson :oops: )

"My pardon Colonel, my thought were far away, and I did not hear you enter."

"Please sit, and let me buy you a refreshment."
 
Re: The Tavern (Sept 2 early evening)

"I was going to offer to buy you a drink, but since you asked offered first, what ever they have locally will work." taking a seat.

"I was looking for the metallurgist that was rescued a fort night ago. It's been more then enough time to return to Calanhelm with the escort that Mar says he sent with him. "
 
Re: The Tavern (Sept 2 early evening)

Isawda's welcoming smile disappears.

"And yet he has not, I presume?" This is grave news, as the King himself has declared the metallurgist an import part of his plans."

Isawda absently picks up two drinks, with little attention to if they be wine, mead, or cider. Placing one within the Colonel he idly sips the other.

"Is there any news from along their travel route? And if I may ask, how strong was the escort assigned to this vital task?"
 
Re: The Tavern (Sept 2 early evening)

"No idea to either of those questions. That is mainly why I've come here to look into it." Reaching into his pocket the Colonel pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Isawda, "Also, would your potions makers be able to fill this order?"
 
Re: The Tavern (Sept 2 early evening)

"Colonel, as always the Earthweavers stand ready to answer any need of the King or kingdom."
Accepting the paper, Isawda glances quickly down the list.
"With Bota much occupied, our greatest potion master is not available at the moment."
"The the rest of us can certainly bend our lesser talents to the task if that does not change."
Pausing to review the page in more detail to see which potions may present the greater challenge...
 
Re: The Tavern (Sept 2 early evening)

"I'll take what you can produce."

Finishing up his drink, "I thank you for the beverage. Have you seem Mobeus around? Maybe he's seen the Metallurgist." With that the Colonel stands giving Isawda a nod of his head before leaving the tavern.
 
Sitting back down, Isawda pulls a new set of pages toward him. Apparently it is time to being planning the use of the Guilds potion workshops again.

With that he begins to write a brief note to each member of the Guild that is likely to be in Parsons Breach. At least one of the workshops must be used to produce as many of the best available healing potions. And that needs must be done by one of the best of the guilds potion makers.
 
As he finished the last of the letters, Isawda rubs his hand to ease his cramped fingers.

"I wonder if the metallurgist the Colonel seeks might have some use for those odd pieces of metal we found.
Gathering them up just to pile them near (Or as near as I was getting!) the Arcane circle seems like little return for the effort it had taken to obtain them.
Hopefully Mobeus is putting them to good use."

Standing and stretching, Isawda gather up his weapons and heads out of the tavern. Time and past time for another walk around the commons to insure that all was well in the Breach. Or at least no worse than usual.
 
Outside The Tavern

Standing outside the tavern and breathing deeply of the cooling air, Isawda wracks his brain.

Who among the guild was the strongest potion master? His own skill, limited to the third circle, was enough to comply with the requirements of the Guild. Many of the guild held the same rank for much the same rank.

Thistle. She was at least one rank higher than that! But was there another with even greater skill? Blast! It was time and past time to ask guild members to provide him with some information on the skills they could bring to bare on tasks for the guild.

Unless another stepped forward, with greater craft in brewing potion, Thistle would be the best choice to fill the commission from the Colonel.
 
With a nod, Isawda makes his decision.

As none have stepped forward and asked for use of the second workshop to produce the potion that the Breach needs, he will make it available to Clover. It is time and past time that she had her chance to take advantage of it increased capacity. Her alchemy servers the Breach well, and her potions will do no less.

And letting the workshop sit idle, when the Breach stands threatened from some many sides, is simply not an option!

With that he begins to search about the Breach. He has not seen Clover recently and wonders where she might be passing the time...
 
Turning from the departing Fatespinner's messenger, Isawda heads quickly for the tavern.

As he walks his eyes sweep the commons looking for familiar figures. Who would be most likely to be aware of status of Fredric's will and possessions... It should have been presented to the Magistrate for execution, but....

Stepping into the Tavern, he call out for those most likely to know...

"Mobius! Hamish! Vaegar! Are you about?"

If they, are not here, perhaps a quick trip by their cabins might yield success.
 
From behind you, Vaegar enters the Tavern, A bag is slung about his shoulds and he seems to be more bundled up then usual.
"Seems Fate has it in store for us, I might never get a chance to leave this place. What can I do for you, Sherriff?
 
Mobeus looks to Isawda from the mound of paperwork he is preparing within the Tavern and looks quizzically for a moment, "Yes Sheriff? What seems to be amiss?"
 
Hamish ambles from the kitchen, stuffing something into his mouth. "Whaff if all the welling aboot," he says in a spray of crumbs.
 
Bowing slightly to the Matistrate and the Squire, Isawda pauses.

"I am not sure if the matter is ... amiss, so much as not yet property and fully resolved."

"There are some loose ends as a result of Fredric's departure. I understand that he had a will, but I have not seen of it, or heard that it has been passed over to the Magistrate for execution. Nor has it been turned over to any of his Guild for resolution."

"I ask because the Fatespinner has charged me with insuring that his spellbooks are returned to the Earthcircle. From there they were granted to Fredrick, and there it is only right they return. Earth magic can be to easily perverted to allow them to be left at large."

"Have either of you heard or seen aught of the document yourseves?"
 
"The Homeguard turned all of Freddy's possessions over to the Magistrate and to your lot in the Earth circle. If his spell books were not there then they were lost with him in the Dark Reaches," Hamish explains. "Now I think we need to be about it and hie our arses back to Calenhelm for the winter. You lot may be able to use the portal but, there are a lot of folk who are hoofin' it back there and I aim to make their trip as safe as I can."
 
Isawda hears Hamish response with a frown.

"It was not Fredrick's usual practise to carry his spell books with him when he expected trouble."

"While I know you word is beyong question Hamish, were there any others involved in gathering his pocessions?"
"Pehaps they ... forgot ... to turn over all that they found."

"if not, I am in for a long cold winter, as the FateSpinner has bid be gather those books before I traveled to Calenhelm."
 
"Garridan was in charge of retrieving Freddy's stuff. I saw no spell book but he should be able to confirm things for you. Now, if you don't mind, I've a long trip to prepare for. If you wish we could speak to Garridan I'm sure he's in our quarters packing." With that Hamish turns to leave.
 
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