Mira Rhelarwen (Jenara)- Private Thread

[Jenara]

"You are amazing." Mira grins as she starts to load the pouches with coinage. "Thank you again."

When they have finished loading Mira takes a pouch, hiding it as best she can. "Shall we stash this back at the inn?" She asks glancing around, it was a lot of money to leave laying around...

[TristenC]

Sure, that's probably safest, the halfling says as she helps bag up the coin. The pair make their way back to the Wayfarer's Rest, and find Guilliam and Erris speaking as she prepares to leave for Skald. The rest of the common room is sparsely populated in the late morning.

[Jenara]

Nodding to the pair she heads upstairs, hiding the pouches under her bed she mutters a few words, grasping the magic from the room she creates a small aversion, one making others think twice about entering the room.

"Back away, back away, hide yourself away.." She sings softly throwing a pile of clothes over and nearby.

"That should do it, I think i've made people less likely to come nosing around. Shall we go downstairs, I guess the others are out somewhere."

Cantrip: Cantrips [1d20] = 4 I trust that cantrip is ok, doesnt hurt anyone, doesn't change anything, just makes them think of looking elsewhere.

[TristenC]

[Ooc: lets treat it like a ward (Alteration). Do you want it to provide a reaction penalty or a penalty to searches? It will last about an hour]

Mira casts her cantrip and generally messes up the room to keep people from snooping about. The women head back downstairs where Erris says her goodbyes, I'll see you both in Skald soon. Don't get into too much mischief before then. I want The Broken Wheel to be the first inn outside of Harmonia to have you. she says to Mira.

Where to next? Elsa asks.

[Jenara]

(I'm thinking an reaction penalty, an aversion...)

"Of course!" Mira giggles lightly. "All going well we shall set out in the morning.. All my songs will be new again."

"Don't worry Guilliam, my performance tonight will be new and fresh, I have some ideas." Giggling once more she wraps an arm around Elsa. "If I needed to get this scabbard modified to fit my back, where might I go?" She asks Guillam. "I'd like to get my scabbard modified." She explains to Elsa.

[TristenC]

Your scabbard? I would think one of the smithies or leatherworkers should be able to take care of that easily enough. the inkeep replies.

[Jenara]

"I might drop by the Boars Hide. I get a feeling he might do good work." Mira suggests, bidding the pair goodbye they head off to the leatherworkers shop.

"I feel like I'm spending my life wandering.." She notes as they walk.

[TristenC]

Mira bids goodbye to the inkeep and his wife as she and Elsa head back to the seedier section of Harmonia. They re-trace their steps from this morning and turn West just before the Silver Scale then North along the Five Points intersection. A few doors down they find the dilapidated house with the broken sign and open the creaking front door, which promptly slams into a nearby table while only half-open. The entryway is crammed with stuff. While the room is full of dirty clothes, abused furniture and piles of leatherworking supplies and junk; it remains free of occupants aside from the two women...

[Jenara]

"Hello the shop." Mira calls in Harmoinan, "I was looking for some alterations, I don't know if you remember me." She waits keeping Elsa nearby, remembering Elsas reaction last time. "You could wait outside if you like..." She adds in common hoping that the cleric wont take the offer.

[TristenC]

In back! Lambrey's voice calls from the other room. Elsa looks for a path in the rubble and finds only a narrow way through that avoids stepping on practically everything. She leads the bard into a small kitchen, with a table piled with scraps of leather and small boxes. The windows beyond are open and unshuttered letting in cool air and light. Lambrey's bald head pops up behind one of the piles. Mira can now see that he sits stooped over the far side and not, as she had originally thought, actually one of the piles of scraps falling off... He is working on copying an odd looking crest onto the leather face of what appears to be a small person's spellbook... His eyes settle somewhat lower than her face as he squints in her direction. Back, eh... If you're looking for your friends, they've already gone.

[Jenara]

"Yes we are back, I've not come to find them, I've come to ask if you can make something. Well two things actually." Unbuckling the new sword she tries to place it somewhere, instead she unsheaves the blade. "This has come into my possession, and I'd like it to have a scabbard to suit.. Plus I'd like to adjust my scabbard to fit on my back. I came to you, because I think you'll do good work."

[TristenC]

Lambrey looks briefly at the bared blade and the scabbard it was previously in. He glances at her and begins to speak, but hesitates. Changing his answer he speaks, I’m sure I have something that size… what kind of detail do you want? When she mentions adjusting her scabbard he holds a hand out to examine it. I probably have a baldric sheath somewhere… though they aren’t often used on short swords… He holds the object up examining it… until Mira realizes he has positioned it just in front of her bust…The grungy man coughs again and begins looking around through the pile distractedly. After a moment or two he comes up with a pre-made scabbard blank. It is a little long for a short sword, but might be able to be trimmed down… I’ve another one somewhere… I can make that one work for the shoulder for a couple silver… What do you want on the new one?

[Jenara]

Saying nothing of his positioning she smiles, "That would be perfect, I was thinking of a Harp? Something like this." finding a spare scrap of paper she sketches something like the symbol below. "Could you do this? It would be perfect if you can."

[TristenC]

He glances at the figure and nods. Time and cost depends on how much detail you want.

[Jenara]

"If I wanted it for tomorrow?" She asks hopefully, "I'm leaving for Skald you see, so I wont be back for a little while, I'd really like something before then, even if its just a representation. Its a symbol that's dear to me, it reminds me of home. Seems apt for the blade somehow. With perhaps some slight scrollwork at the opening?"

(OOC: Basically whatever he can do in the time, I'm getting her to realise the sword might actually be of some importance, just taking her time over it, she will ask John soon, remember she dropped it pretty much after drawing it so she didn't get a chance to practice or test the weight at all.)