"My father is the Lord of Blades, a faculty member here at the school.  He has very...strong opinions of organics, and tries to avoid doing things like you do.  So, he decided not to assign names to his children, and instead let us find them ourselves."

Jennifer gave a sigh of relief that Unit had accepted her apology and her chance to make it up to him. She popped back up from her groveling pose, to her smiling self, reinvigorated by the weight of guilt being lifted from her shoulders.

“Great then. Maybe we can plan out a shopping trip for the cloak tomorrow then? Lorenzo mentioned that he might know a place?”

she looked at the lizardman, trying to indicate that she wanted to talk with him on the matter privately.

"Just as well, mine's less shopping, more running through ruins avoiding deathtraps and screaming while carrying out relics anyway."

Kel and Creig enter the hall, laughing. "Did you see that old lady swattin' at imaginary tooth fairies?"
"I swear, I don't think ol' Raistlin is every gettin' off the toilet." Creig points at Lorenzo and winks. "Thanks, bud."
"Oh, yeah. Don't forget to throw away the flyers," Kel says.
"Right." Creig balls up a bunch of papers that had clearly been ripped off of something from the tear marks. They go into the room the vow of poverty kid previously entered and tosses the papers in a trash can.

Lorenzo shrugs lightly at Unit's question.
"Dunno until we get there.  I mean, sometimes it's traps, sometimes it's crazed tribal cultists who think if they pray really hard to a thing creatures from the Realm of Madness will grant them power, sometimes it's Karrnathi skeleton legionairres who missed the end of the Last War looking for old Giant magic, sometimes all the above and more."
He glances back towards Sarah, then to Jenn.
"That said, you wanna find interesting stuff, maybe get some extra coin before classes and Rush begin, dungeon delving's tried and true for adventurers."

Last edited by Eshkigal (3/09/2018 9:05 am)