Psychie
Princess Psychie
Terra has Demon and Monster Lore of 84%. Lets see if she knows what this is, because I have no frickin' clue.
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Moloch turns to Eron and says, "A Glitter Boy? Hmmm. I've never tried to conceal something like that. While there are a few larger cloaks to be able to conceal larger beings, the Glitter Boy has many sharp points sticking out that could conceivably snag on and tear the thing, making it useless. Also, with the sheer bulk of the GB suit, walking silently is impossible, so the wearer of the cloak would only be able to be concealed if you stood completely still: any walking would be heard.""Would it work well with, say, a Glitter Boy suit? Or would it get caught every moment or two? Not too stealthy, to unravel oneself every other minute..." Eron suddenly wrinkles the air, looks around, then slowly turns towards Moloch. "There was more, you said. These talismans. Against the Dog Boys, and the like. Got a bit of magic behind these" - his hand points out the metallic studs that make him what he is - "but I guess it's of more concern for some others." The dragon and kitsune mostly catch his attention, though only for so long. "If there's a way to see the amulets in action... you probably don't have an unbiased dog boy at hand, do you? Can scent a lot, myself, but no magic sadly. See the invisible instead, so that's alright..." His train of thought comes to a sudden halt, he eyes Emma, and cloak, suspiciously. "Until right now, that is, saw nothing just now." He scratches his head, clearly caught off-guard. "Maybe... if you could turn it on one more time, that'd be most helpful, I believe. Just now I thought: I didn't see a thing. But really - I should have seen the whole thing, right? Guess I thought about cookies, and such... which makes me twice as bad of a choice for this demonstration, I reckon. I have the cookies safe and secure, though, so that's something, and I wrote the letter tonight."
Moloch turns to Terra and says, "Ah, those kind of crystals. Yes, there are some in my inventory. How many are you looking for?"Terra says, "I am thinking that Eron is referring to the power crystals that can enhance the damage of a melee weapon. I have several, but do not recall the name. Do you have anything like that?"
Now turning to Eron, Moloch replies, "I have many things in my inventory that might be of interest to a shapeshifter. They can come to see me to begin to discuss what might be useful.""That does sound very much like what I had in mind." The Crazy nods vigorously in response - then turns towards Zeph, Snowfall and the previous question. "And if there's a hoard to be built, the gems are a good start. Though having a lair would be a better first step, I'd reckon. In either case - first choice is yours, Zephiron. What's left should suffice to cover the bill."
He ponders for another moment, then tilts his head, eyeing Terra again. "There are some who followed us - followed you. Shifters - the worst kind, but still shifters, not just cats. Their kind fought their part of the battle, I've heard. So while we're here, discussing the treasure - perhaps some of it should go towards those younglings as well. I reckon they came with what they had; but what they had might not be enough. Think there were eight, counted them, and all. Gotta know how many cats lurk in the shadows. It wouldn't be right to let their numbers dwindle if there's the option to help them out." He shrugs. "They knew to keep their distance already. Perhaps in time, they'll also learn to leave their mark in the world. Maybe even in darker places than we'll ever visit. It might be cat piss on a holy tree - that wouldn't be good. But it also might be the mark of those who fight well, for good causes; and the world needs those, whether from cat, human or squirrel." He eyes their host. "Got anything for aspiring shapeshifters, used to the mundane weaponry of old? Nothing too expensive or fancy - the best will be in the right place, at the right time." Eron reaches for his pouch, as if to make sure it's still there. Though he'd know if it weren't. "But something to point them in the right direction. If that's something that sounds right to more than just me."