Session 36: The Spice Merchant Report
General Summary
The city of Our Fathers Mercy is a fairly modern town. Created originally as a fishing town, it quickly grew because of its well established trading port, to become a major trade hub between the different oceanside countries. Between brothels and trade to culinary wonder, there is no limit to what the party finds themselves capable of doing.
The party splits up for a short time, with Ayame taking some time to visit the shops and gather some basic supplies, Ragia looking for information, Eleanor looking for healing potions, and finally, Nahemah, looking for temple.
Nahemah searches the town, finding that plenty of temples have been erected for all sorts of deities within The Pondarac Pantheon. Between temples of Tutella, a library in dedication of Venichis, and even a shrine to Fifi, scouring the town, they find not a single temple dedicated to Rhamnasia. She is disheartened by this, but spends her money elsewhere to collect an Armiger's Panoply, that will arrive on the 17th.
Ragia, meanwhile, is looking up more information about this merchant that the party heard of. She gets the inspiration to search the government office, and ask about a trader that came into town recently. She became extremely lucky, and even found an old logbook of the vendor, including spending habits of 30 years of his career within the town. She also discovers his name. Ornable Frobisher, as well as an updated hand drawn picture of the man. Intrigued about the book, she pays 3 gold to make a copy of the pages she need from the log, paying attention to twenty years of trade history, including for entries classified as "Ancient Debris."
Eleanor Primrose easilly manages to find some potions, and overhears in a bar she "happened" to pass by, of a traveling merchant in town, who was trying to go around the trade guild, paying people to swap their loads with one another in town, but seems to be doing so everywhere in town. She holds herself back at the bar, and simply fills a flask, before moving to find everyone else.
The party gets back together, with Announcing that she found a deal on an inn for 1 gold each at the tavern "Your Grace," Owned by the temple of Taganum.
"So this city is more religious then I expected it to be. I didn't see a single place of worship for Rhamnasia however. I did manage to blow through all of my money for now." Nahemah says with a hum.
"Is your goddess the only one missing in this town?" Ragia says.
Nahemah thinks to herself about all the different deities she saw throughout the city. For The Pondarac Pantheon, there were many temples, shrines and businesses owned by different churches, but her own goddess is absent from the city in its entirety. The more she thinks about it, the only other ones missing are individual gods of the hearth, such as Fifi, and other small community divines. "It's quite interesting..." Nahemah says. "I've yet to see a place like this. Usually at least a small shrine or the like." She says with a hum.
"I didn't find out much." Ayame says. "I've just been figuring out more ways to make money while we are here, picking up some supplies as well."
"I went and got a few potions in case we get into a fight again." Eleanor says.
"Money is important." Nahemah says with a nod. "As I said, I spent all my money already..." She says with a sigh.
Ayame perks up slightly. "You can set up a shrine in the wagon if you wish!"
Nahemah gives a nervous chuckle. "A shrine in the wagon would be amazing, but I can't afford to set it up at the moment. Not until we figure out what to do for money here."
Ragia pulls out a few pages that she had copied. "Well~ I found logs about a merchant dealing in 'ancient debris', might be a good lead."
Ayame looks over the pages from above Ragia. "Yeah, that does sound like something... Does it say the merchants name?"
"Umm..." ragia says fluttering through her papers.
"Well, I found out that some folks have been seeing some sorta travellin merchant that's been paying merchants to swap their loads and such around town. From the sound of it, they're kinda hard to pin down." says Eleanor.
"So which merchant do you wanna track down?" Nahemah says.
"Well" Eleanor replies. "They could be the same merchant for all we know. Or just some sorta troupe of em in matchin outfits. My only lead sounds difficult to track though so we should just start with Ragias."
"Ahh! here it is, even have a drawing of him. His name is Ornable Frobisher."
Ayame giggles slightly. "Quite the name."
"Sounds like a gag name honestly." Nahemah says. "It must be an alias."
"Sounds like a drink that would ruin my life more than for a night." Eleanor ponders.
"Any idea of where he might be Ragia?" Naomi says to the kobold.
Ragia studies the latest transactions while showing the party a picture of him. Nahemah studies the picture slightly. "Huh... he looks like a Mr. Frobisher that's for sure."
"According to this, he hasn't sold anything in a year, selling fruits to trade for some dyes and fabric." Ragia says with a hum, scratching the underside of her chin in thought.
"Well, we have his name, so we can track him down. Maybe we find whatever fabric or dye place we can and hope it was them in this record thing?" Eleanor says absentmindedly.
With some quick agreements, the party makes their way to a handfull of different dyemakers throughout the city, before coming upon one on the outskirts of the city, at Colormen Mors just before nightfall. "Oh Ornable?" Mor Farbe, the owner of the business says. "It's been a year, but yeah, he bought some wool in town and a few different types of dyes from me a year ago. What of it?"
"Ah nothing nothing." Nahemah says with a smile. "We want to procure some specialty items from him is all." She says, lying through her teeth.
"Well you couldn't pick a better merchant. Ornable is a savant of finding anything and everything your heart could desire. I didn't think it was possible to get fruit this far north, but last year, he gave me some as a trade and my family loved it. I keep hoping he shows up for another trade, but I suppose it's unlikely. he knows the roads and making a profit between kingdoms better than anyone else." Mor says, obviously impressed with the man.
Ayame smiles, butting in. "Do you know how we could find him then?"
Mor thinks to himself for a few moments. "Well... You could ask for him at the traders guild."
"Oh that makes sense!" Ayame says with a chuckle. "Sorry, we arre new around here." She says with a smile.
Mor shakes his head and waves his hand dismissivly. "That's allright, the traders guild is far reaching and has many members. I remember him because of his great deals, but again, he hasn't been here in a year, so if you are looking for him, be prepared not to find him."
Nahemah bows her head to the colorman. "Thank you for the information." She says while Ayame gives him 5 silver for his troubles.
The party makes their way to the traders guild, long after dark has fallen with many a trader there, swapping stories and drinking. An older woman in her 60s is running the bar, while also dealing with paperwork while the party walks in. She gives them a courteous smile as the party enters, but goes back to her paperwork while Nahemah strolls up to the bar, putting a hand on the bartop.
Nahemah tries her best to act cute while she speaks. "Hello there miss! My compatriots and I have come to find information on the wherabouts of a trader. Do you know how we could get that information?"
The woman looks to Nahemah with a smile as a group of merchants at another table erupt in laughter. "Oh well when it comes to finding someone, it depends entirely on who you may be looking for. I know everyone that walks through my doors except for this, fine group of gentlewomen. How could I help you?" She says, pouring an ale for Eleanor, who looks about, feeling at home in the tavern.
Nahemah pouts and grumbles. "I would've liked a drink too... I don't look that young do I?" She mutters to herself.
Ayame looks to the older woman with deadpan seriousness. "Don't give her any alcohol, she isn't old enough yet." She says with a solemn nod.
Nahemah punches Ayame's arm. "H-hey! I'm old enough! I had my first beer at 14! it tasted like sewer water, but still!"
In a farawayy land, Rea Dai'Gishkin sneezes while getting ready for bed, suddenly remembering the time she shared her first "drink" with Nahemah, which was water taken from the river, dyed with caramel coloring.
Ayame grins mischeviously as her shoulder is punched, while Naomi looks to the elderly woman. "We're looking for a mister Ornable Frobisher." to which Ayame nods in agreement.
"Oh Ornable." The woman says with a chuckle. "That old sod? Is this about the incense he came asking about earlier?"
Naomi perks up at the new information. "Oh, incense? Yes, well... It's about his inquiry into the incense, yes. Do you know where he went? We'd like to confirm his purchase inquiry as well as talk to him about missed business opportunities." Nahemah says all of this, her innocent facade quickly cracking under the strain of her own companions seeing how much a liar she is when she wants to be.
"Well if anything, it looks like you missed a business opportunity with him. I gave him a list of twenty different suppliers just this morning. He said he was looking for something special, neccessary for a ritual for a client."
Ayame digs through her bag, producing some writing utensils. "Do you think you could write down that list of suppliers for us?" She says with a smile.
The older lady pours another tankard, and holds it out for Naomi for a brief moment before pulling it back and sipping from it. "Well now what good is that without something to trade for that kind of information?"
"Yes, we'd be very interested to swoop up mister Ornable first. You see, I am a Cleric and my partner here-" Nahemah says clasping Ayame's shoulder. "Is a spellcaster of some renown. We know exactly what he needs, and can supply it to him is all. Of course, if there's something that you'd need done that's... magical in nature, I'm sure there's a trade we could work out."
The older woman taps on the counter. "Well, if you have the resources to make a decent profit from Mr Frobisher, then you would also have to realize that this information is quite valuable as well... Ornable Frobisher is one of the best traders of magical goods on the continent, and getting into his graces takes a lot of know how... and some coin." they say tapping on the bar again. Without hesitation, Ayame pulls out five gold and places it on the counter.
they pick up the five gold and write down a list of six different places within the city. "A note... all of these places will be closed by now, but more than likely any one of them he would have been too by now. Especially now that its dark out."
"Thank you. You'll find that there are no other competitors than us that are more reliable~" Nahemah says with a smile.
"Reliable with what exactly?" The older woman says, sipping at their drink.
"At getting whatever needs done, done." Ayame says heading out of the guild.
Eleanor sees Ayame heading out, and downs her drink like it was water, before setting it down on the counter. "Leavin already?" She calls out as the rest of the party also heads out of the tavern. "That was simple. We gettin a place to sleep then?"
Ayame gives a nod. "I have just the place, all take care of~"
The party gets a good nights sleep at Your Grace, with the majority of the party waking up and meeting each other at breakfast. Save for Ragia, who awoke from a false spider plopping onto her face, before her and Yara giggle at her marvelous prank, before joining the party as well.
Eleanor gets a drink for herself and a quick breakfast. "M'kay. We're all good to go merchant huntin' then? Wanna just start at the top of that list ya got Nao?"
Nahemah looks at the list for a moment. "I have a rough estimate of where the shops might be... But it'll still take us most of the day unless we get lucky. But... Yes, I'm ready to leave now." She says wiping her mouth of some jam from her breakfast.
The party leaves, traversing the town for the first hour, before finding an incense shop, a little stall by the waterfront, run by a bored dwarf that made their incense look like statues of different gods and saints from around the world. Awkwardly enough, Nahemah sees one statue that is obviously her mothers... with breasts three times the size they normally are.
"Wow, I didn't think people could make them bigger than the real deal." Ragia says with awe at the statue.
Nahemah bonks Ragia's head, staring at the statue of her mother with disgust... and a hint of jealousy.
Eleanor hums, casually examining the... 'bust'... "Welll... I suppose to each their own, Rea's plenty hot without this here upgrade though Nao, don't worry."
Nahemah glowers at the dwarf. "Ornable Frobisher. Heard of him?" She says bluntly, obviously annoyed.
"The trader? Was here yesterday. Was asking about some type of spice if I used it in my incense. turns out I never heard of the combination before. Frakincense, wyrmwood, sage, crushed fish scales and... blas I don't remember the last bit... either way I told him I didn't have what he was looking for and he wandered off. Care for a blessed statue of Tutella?" He says holding up one of his incenses. A statue of tutella, a bandage over her eyes while holding up her shield with one hand, her holy symbol blazing upon it. "I'm proud of this one honestly... so much detail with such a rough medium."
"How much?" Nahemah says, looking interested.
"One gold, and a blessing upon my humble shop from Rhamnasia?" He says, smiling as he notices the holy staff that Naomi constantly holds.
"Easy enough." She says giving him a gold and a small ritual around his shop. "This is said to ward off those with ill-intent."
"Bless you my lady!" The dwarf says picking up the coin and bowing to the cleric. "I've been a student of Rhamnasia since my home was ravvaged by ghosts long ago, and a cleric cleared out the home for me. I'll never be able to repay that debt for saving my families life."
After some pleasentries and pocketing the statue, the partyy moves on, ragia whispering to the party once they were far enough away. "Could be for a summoning... I'm starting to have a thing against summoners..."
"Hnn..." Naomi thinks loudly. "If its for summoning, we may have issues. Lets hurry on to the next shop."
On their way to the seccond shop, the party has quite a few people from blackwater stopping them and thanking them for their assistance, even one grateful pair of people gifting them lunch for the day as they approach. The second shop is a grand, magical place with various nick nacks and magical gizmos, operated by a plain looking halfling who is climbing up the walls to catch a wand that shot itself into the ceiling when the party enters. "Welcome to troublefinder surplus. I'm Homer, how can I help you?" they say just before grabbing the wand, falling from the ceiling with a loud "OOF!"
Nahemah runs up to the halfling, checking him for injuries. "Oh goodness!" she says giving his head a once over. "That was quite a fall! Are you alright? Here, let me check. I'm a registered cleric."
"Troublefinder ey? Now im interested." Ragia says, feeling cheeky.
"Nonono its fine, I'm fine, just a little fall." Homer says, standing up and loudly cracking his back with an off while he waves Naomi away. Naomi happens to spot that on Homer's cheek, an old scar looks like a tattoo was removed in the shape of a P or what in some cultures lable as the mark of a pirate.
"Well that's good to know. I'm Nahemah. We're looking for a Mister Ornable Frobisher. Do you have any info on him?"
The halfling shakes Naomi's hand, uncaring about such concepts like, 'personal space.'"Homer Troublefinder, only here for a few days, though I did have an old guy come in looking for some burny stuff, but the last guy who owned the place sold out over a week ago and we haven't found a new supplier, by the way, I like your earrings-" He continues to talk while constantly shaking Nahemah's hand, seeming both excitable and very friendly. "They remind me of a temple I was in around a river a few years back on the other side of Baal. My men told me 'its not right to adventure from the shallows onto a lake and up the river' but I told them otherwise, and it was still a good time save for stevenson turning cannibalistic due to some stale water."
Interrupting, nahemah buts in, "Uhh, thank you, they are marks of my Goddess. If you have any information on his whereabouts or what he wanted to purchase, it would greatly help."
"Burning incense," Homer says confidently. "But I haven't seen the stuff since I was down south along the desert having a pair of cammels tug along a sled through a henna plant while running away from some attack dogs, and someone was burning a few for luck... obviously it didn't work or the factory wouldn't have exploded, and the placement of that torch was very unlucky for them, but greatly lucky for me." he continues while still shaking Naomi's hand.
"A cannibal... from stale water?" Ayame says, murmering to herself while browsing the stores wares. She notices that the store has a pure trove of unmarked trinkets and bawbles. Cheap magic items, but nothing more than a hundred ggold at the most. Eleanor browses along too, but knows even less about the store than she does with dealing with friendly folks like homer.
"Ahh, so you know where he went then?" Nahemah interjects at the pause, still shaking his hand as well, smiling at the strange halfling.
"Honestly, he said he would look elsewhere, when I was talking to him about the time I fought a dragon, when a strange metal creature dropped from the sky and landed on its head, nearly killing me while I was being eaten by a bush."
Eleanor picks up a tube labled, 'Universal Solvent.' "Hey, what's this for exactly?" She calls out to Homer. "Ahh! It can get you out of literally any sticky situation. Even things like Sovereign glue and tanglefoot bags! It makes any absolutely sticky situation uh... nonsticky... Fifty gold!"
"Its magical lube." Ayame says with a deadpan tone and unamused face, while Eleanor clicks her tongue and pays the man.
"So, now that we've metaphorically greased your fingers a little, do you know where he went. Are you sure you dont know?" Nahemah says, grasping onto what little hope she has left.
"He said there was another place just a bit down the road from me that might have it... or something... I'm not sure, my hearing hasn't been that good since-" he starts off on another rambling story, something about being used as bait for troll fishing.
"Well it was a pleasure to meet you Sir Troublemaker. We'll be sure to drop by again." Nahemah said, lying as naturally as she breathed.
"Troublediscoverer actually." Eleanor corrects incorrectly.
"That's allright, I'll be open forever!" Homer says, knowing that the entire shop is an embezzling scheme only meant to help cover his getaway as soon as he gets up the funds to pay his crew.
The party heads down the alley to where Troublefinder directed them, a shop called Incantation. They find a very well organized shop, with incense lining the walls along with candles and a few mystical trinkets. Behind the counter, towards the back is a darker skinned woman wearing a shawl, meditating on a pillow. A few silver surrounds her, presumably to make change.
Ragia approaches the woman first. "Hey, uhh... We're in a hurry. Could you point us to where an old trader looking for specific incense materials went please?" Ragia says, setting down a few gold next to her pillow.
The woman opens her eyes, revealing her blindness as she looks off in the distance. "You will find the one you seek as I warned them before... With red hands they will find nothing but pain, and with one foe defeated they will not achieve their dream. You small one, are close to the source, as close as I am, and should you just peer farther into the heart of fire, you will find the one you seek."
Ayame holds up a coin. "If I give you a gold, will you speak in common?"
"I have spoken, and you seek not what I offer otherwise. come back when you want incense and not directions." She says, closing her eyes and returning back to her meditation.
Eleanor and Naomi look to one another and shrug befor leaving the shop. "Well alright, hopefully this fella's not after something too dangerous." Eleanor says, rubbing the back of her head in thought.
"Lets just move on." Says Nahemah. "We potentially could find him at the next shop before we run out of time."
The party starts making their way back across the city towards the next item on their list when they come upon a peculiar sight. Fifteen bodies are lined up along the edge of the street, with cloth covering them as a pair of people, wit hthe holy symbol of Tempri Ino hanging from their neck, and one of Rahet, wearing a full, rotting pumpkin on their torso is brushing over the bodies with a wet holly branch.
The two of Tempri bring out thesixteenth body, an older man, with strange red markings over his face, placing him on the pavement as a crowd gathers about, murmurring about what might have happened.
Nahemah walks up and holds out her staff to show her religious affiliation. "Hail, what happened here brothers?"
Ayame whispers to Eleanor. "Is that... him?" She says.
Eleanor mutters back in response. "Hope not this seems a lil..." She says with a grimace and waggles her hand, Ayame nodding slowly in response.
"Please stay back while we clean out the building!" The cleric of Rahet says, preventing Nahemah from continuing on. "Its a bit of a mess in there and we want no-one injured... If there is something inside you require, I'll be more than happy to help."
"Please, I am a Cleric of Rhamnasia. While this city may not recognize her, you must surely realize that I am one of the few within this city that can cleanse this place of any undead taint and the lasting regrets of the living."
"Is a person named Ornable Frobisher among the victims?" Ragia calls out.
"With sixteen victims we haven't been able to identify all of them... but... I would be wiling to allow you to do your duties so long as you perform them properly... and maybe help to identify a victim if it helps us out as well..." The cleric says with a sigh.
"Thank you." Nahemah says, making her way to the bodies, taking a look at their injuries. Going from person to person, the gathered dead are all fairly clean and well kept humans, save for their causes of death. A stab directly into the heart of each and every one by a strangely serrated blade with multiple angles, like some sort of ritual dagger. Given that, their red patterned robes with emblems of dragons upon them, she quickly determines that, first, Ornable is not among the dead. But also, all of those there that are dead were part of some sort of red dragon cult.
"It appears a cult has their hand in this. I'd have the watchers and keepers of the city scan around the underground and any abandoned areas within the cityy... perhaps using detection magic for traces of conjuration and divination..." She starts to prattle on to the other clerics, going into a discussion of next steps with her clerical informants.
After Nahemah performs her own clerical duties to prevent the rising of undead from the bodies, the cleric of Rahet bows to her, giving her his approval. "Thank you... Is there anything else we can help you with?"
"Do you know any of these locations?" Nahemah says, showing the list of names for around the town.
Ayame speaks up, suddnly standing beside Nahemah next to the bodies. "We are looking for a man who we believe is associated with this cult in some way, but not necessarily as a member." She says as the cleric jumps in a light fright by her sudden appearance. "They go by Ornable Frobisher. Do you have any idea as to where we may find this person?"
The cleric ponders for a moment looking at the list. "I'm afraid my work does not permit me to memorize the names of most of the citizenry. I have enough of a handfull with the names of the dead but... The next one on your list here is right there." He says pointing just down the street.
Ayame nods. "Fair enough... but thanks... I suppose."
Unable to really do anything with the body situation, Ragia and Eleanor rush ahead to the shop. Seasons Tinctures is a normal looking store with incense and magical reagents in particularly labled bottls along the wall, with a drunk, portly man behind the counter, powderizing a creature that Ragia instantly recognizes as a homunculus. It is flailing around wildly while being dismantled as the man gives a drunk hiccup and wave to Ragia as the two enter.
"Umm..." ragia says, holding onto Yara as they look around the store. "have you seen ornable in here recently?"
"Im sorry kiddo," The man says with a hiccup. "Ran outta turntables las week n I haven gotten new ones in."
Ragia sighs, immediately walking out of the shop, and badgering Nahemah for the list, Eleanor taking a moment to eye the homunculus. "Pumpkin priest made me more uncomfortable honestly..." She says before returning to the group with Ragia. "This one's a bust too!"
Nahemah sighs at the lack of people able to help but checks on her list to find one more place, a incense shop simply labled, "Vale's Place."
The party take hours to find the place, asking people about it, and the majority of the town fail to remember such a place. After some trial and error, they do find one person, who leads them to a wierd thin building on the outskirts of town, in the southern part, pushed away where nobody would notice. "Yeah some guy came in yesterday and bought Vale's entire stock, and even the building. He closed the store down too." the friendly stranger says, pointing out a sign on the door saying, "Store is empty, going traveling!" on the front door. The stranger waves the party off, continuing his route down further south to his home.
Ayame humms before attempting to open the door, finding it locked before squinting and finding a keyhole. "I'm going to take a look around inside." She says to the others, before looking to them with a smirk, winking at Eleanor. "Cya inside." As her body dissipates into a bank of fog before she appears on the other side, the fog forming her body again.
Eleanor sees this wink, pausing for a moment before she sighs. "Magics so fucking weird."
Inside, Ayame finds that every shelf, every scrap of paper have been removed from the store. Bare bones and empty, it was cleaned recently, and even in the back, the safe was opened and emptied. The last item remaining is a book on the counter, opened to a final page marked, "Entire stock, 900,000 gold, to Ornable Frobisher."
Ayame whistles. "Wow, impressive amount..." she says, taking the book and peering around the store one last time before turning into mist and forming back outside, showing the book to Nahemah. "this man has more money than entire cities."
Ragia looks a bit miffed. "A man walking with the dozen bags of holding needed to store all this gold and shop has to be easy to either trace steps or just... find in a crowd. How can we not find him?"
Eleanor looks over Nahemahs shoulder, to look at the number herself. "Fuck that's so much money, if this weren't a job, Id'd be tippin off my old guild for a cut. How does a trader buyin incense have more money than an entire town makes in a lifetime??"
"I'm fairly sure the incense is for a spell, not to make back nearly a million gold." Ayame says, remembering the conversation earlier about conjuration magic.
"Great, we're chasing a dangerous one aren't we." Nahemah says grumpilly. "If they have that much money to throw around then we're going to either run into some strong mercs or a crazy spell."
Eleanor shivers slightly. "Magic already seems wild to me, this sounds all sorts of dangerous. This fella could have a small army protectin him for all we know."
"True, but any one of the merchants would have mentioned that bit." Ayame says reasurringly.
Eleanor shrugs. "I've helped rob enough shady rich shitheads to know that the most dangerous ones try not to attract attention. Startin to worry we're followin someone who's trying to destroy a city or something..." she shivers at the thought. "Lets hope im wrong..."
Ayame waves her hand dismissively. "Meh, there are lots of cities. So... What should we do now?"
Eleanor scowls at Ayame's comment. "Thes a lotta folks in cities too. We should find this fella fast." She says right before she stares off into the distance for al ong few moments.
Ragia stomps on the ground, raising her fists skyward. "We'll find you Ornable Furbisher even if we have to dismantle the city stone by stone!" She shouts angrilly.
Ayame giggles a bit. "Yes we will."
Eleanor quietly makes her way to an alley, out of sight of the rest of the party for a moment while they talk about the next steps.
"We could just ask around?" Ayame says. "Maybe the neighbors saw something."
Ragia runs to the shop and starts pulling on a brick on the wall, still angry.
Nahemah sighs. "Did you two even talk to the guy in the last shop? You were in there for all of ten seconds."
"He was drunk, and playing with something way too creepy." Ragia says, giving up on pulling that brick and trying another, her weak arms granting no purchase on the masoned stone.
"He could've had info though?" Nahemah says.
"Then you deal with him, I'll keep watch outside the shop." Ragia retorts, giving up on pulling the brick.
Eleanor, finishing up her business, and wiping her mouth, clenching her hands to stop them from shaking, suddenly looks down the alleyway, seeing a man carrying a very full bag over his shoulder that looks oddly familiar. "Umm... Are you allright miss?" Says the older man as he steps closer, his yellow shirt and green cloak ruffling as he ajusts the bag. The light from the quickly setting sun revealing a face she only saw as a drawing. The one of Ornable Frobisher, looking directly at her, with a concerned look.
Rewards Granted
Nahemah spent 7050 for an armiger's Panoply, that will be completed on the 17th of Vamendour, 625
Character(s) interacted with
Mor Farbe: Owner of a dye shop in Our Fathers Mercy.
Created Content
Our Fathers Mercy
The map for the city has been created as well, and updated to show the different locations that the players have visited. This map is believed to be useful in future games.
Notes
Some sessions were missed, so this will go up until the full session on august 6th, 2022.
