Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Corri
"...Ahhhh. I think I have an inkling now for what she must want."
Mrs. Aponi brushes aside what you assumed was a rather over-watered potted plant, but as she does, she reveals the bizarrely verdant nature of the rest of the 'room' and suddenly you feel like you've stepped into some sort of tropical jungle. A tiny spring burbles in the corner, filling the room with that ionised smell of spray and green growth; creepers hang from a great, crooked tree bent over but otherwise flourishing, bushes bearing soft blossoms and unmistakeably goblin fruits, whilst all about a number of large fluttering moths careen to-and-fro in dappled sunlight coming from a large open, window like crevasse in the wall.
"Please be seated. I have a feeling you have need of one of my little darlings."
To Lapwing
Mistress Jasmine purses her lips and sets aside her pen for a moment.
"An artificer - how queer, would you believe your friend Mr. Schreck asked me just the same thing this morning. My associate, Horatio, is staying with me at the moment, he is most skilled in craft some small (and not so small) items. My own skills lie elsewhere," she adds, caressing the countertop idly, "but I must acknowledge a fellow craftsman. He is dedicated to his work. If any here can help you, he can."
To Seth
The Wizened (a Soldier, possibly) gives you an odd look. "No, 'fraid not."
"...Ahhhh. I think I have an inkling now for what she must want."
Mrs. Aponi brushes aside what you assumed was a rather over-watered potted plant, but as she does, she reveals the bizarrely verdant nature of the rest of the 'room' and suddenly you feel like you've stepped into some sort of tropical jungle. A tiny spring burbles in the corner, filling the room with that ionised smell of spray and green growth; creepers hang from a great, crooked tree bent over but otherwise flourishing, bushes bearing soft blossoms and unmistakeably goblin fruits, whilst all about a number of large fluttering moths careen to-and-fro in dappled sunlight coming from a large open, window like crevasse in the wall.
"Please be seated. I have a feeling you have need of one of my little darlings."
To Lapwing
Mistress Jasmine purses her lips and sets aside her pen for a moment.
"An artificer - how queer, would you believe your friend Mr. Schreck asked me just the same thing this morning. My associate, Horatio, is staying with me at the moment, he is most skilled in craft some small (and not so small) items. My own skills lie elsewhere," she adds, caressing the countertop idly, "but I must acknowledge a fellow craftsman. He is dedicated to his work. If any here can help you, he can."
To Seth
The Wizened (a Soldier, possibly) gives you an odd look. "No, 'fraid not."