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"I do," Esvele replied to the scrap of deformity before her. She closed her eyes and counted to three, giving Zygfrek some time to assuage her concerns of judgement. With the practice of years, she looked to a side, keeping Zygfrek in corner of her eye, rather than focusing on her, much as it irked Esvele to be unable to read her body movements. Esvele liked to think that she'd always paid little mind to the twist of Zygfrek's body... but it was true that she thought herself a much more repugnant wretch than Zygfrek, and that the only times she shared her bed was in the throes of her curse and a great deal of alcohol.
"It isn't from who he suggested I seek out, but it ought to do. I procured it just last evening and applied the unguents The Abbott gave me, so it ought to be in fine condition yet. I have it wrapped in a brown sack, bound with twine, between a chest and a crate, under my bag of candles, in the wagon I've been travelling with at the Blue Water Inn... I'd suggest you see if you could fetch it from there yourself... though I suppose that might turn out troublesome, even with some bribes and my name on your lips, wouldn't it..."
Esvele bit the joint of her thumb. "I may run into some trouble and miss the dinner bell, is why." If anything, paranoia was something the two of them shared. Esvele considered her paranoia perhaps more reasoned than Zygfreks... but then, she figured most people would think that about their own particular dysfunctions. "Let me give you some silver. I'll leave it in the alley behind the inn - you'll know it by the unguent's smell. I'll place the Lord's mark on a wall nearby, though it may not last if I leave it early." The nun raised a finger, and a reddish gold disc of spell-light hovered in the air. "If I fail to return, you'll have to wait or take it from the cart yourself. The silvers should buy you some cooperation if you tell them you're there for something from me and mention my name, no?" She held her hand out, 5 silver pieces in her fingers. She wasn't entirely sure Zygfrek would actually take them... or if that plan would actually work. Still, it would be worth setting up, just in case.
When they approached the coffin maker's workshop, things seemed... odd. Quiet. It couldn't be time to break for midday's meal yet. She sent Nevermore to circle, as she often did, bidding him report if he saw anything strange - either on the roof, or in the back of the building, or perhaps in the workyard that she might have missed.
"Coffincraft is just carpentry. The trade ought to be decently busy in Vallaki, yet I hear no hammers or saws. We ought to have asked how long it had been since the trade - our fellow might be gone."
Esvele let Yari lead the way, instead pulling a candle from her hip satchel. "In the dawn, beauty reigns, and the way is clearer," she recited aloud, and invoked the holy word that caused it to begin to glow.
"It isn't from who he suggested I seek out, but it ought to do. I procured it just last evening and applied the unguents The Abbott gave me, so it ought to be in fine condition yet. I have it wrapped in a brown sack, bound with twine, between a chest and a crate, under my bag of candles, in the wagon I've been travelling with at the Blue Water Inn... I'd suggest you see if you could fetch it from there yourself... though I suppose that might turn out troublesome, even with some bribes and my name on your lips, wouldn't it..."
Esvele bit the joint of her thumb. "I may run into some trouble and miss the dinner bell, is why." If anything, paranoia was something the two of them shared. Esvele considered her paranoia perhaps more reasoned than Zygfreks... but then, she figured most people would think that about their own particular dysfunctions. "Let me give you some silver. I'll leave it in the alley behind the inn - you'll know it by the unguent's smell. I'll place the Lord's mark on a wall nearby, though it may not last if I leave it early." The nun raised a finger, and a reddish gold disc of spell-light hovered in the air. "If I fail to return, you'll have to wait or take it from the cart yourself. The silvers should buy you some cooperation if you tell them you're there for something from me and mention my name, no?" She held her hand out, 5 silver pieces in her fingers. She wasn't entirely sure Zygfrek would actually take them... or if that plan would actually work. Still, it would be worth setting up, just in case.
When they approached the coffin maker's workshop, things seemed... odd. Quiet. It couldn't be time to break for midday's meal yet. She sent Nevermore to circle, as she often did, bidding him report if he saw anything strange - either on the roof, or in the back of the building, or perhaps in the workyard that she might have missed.
"Coffincraft is just carpentry. The trade ought to be decently busy in Vallaki, yet I hear no hammers or saws. We ought to have asked how long it had been since the trade - our fellow might be gone."
Esvele let Yari lead the way, instead pulling a candle from her hip satchel. "In the dawn, beauty reigns, and the way is clearer," she recited aloud, and invoked the holy word that caused it to begin to glow.
Casting Light on my candle.