You dirty rat, change your clothes

Erendriel is now a good distance from various diggers and children chasing after them. She comes to the market, where she has a deal arranged. Coming up to one cart, with a small chest sitting on it, she smiles and nods at the shopkeeper, who shows recognition in return. The half elf in a red robe then drops into a squat inf ront of it, and begins staring intently at the lock.

Hun'rar is in the market with a basket looking for foods, several exotic fruits native to Am'shere folks his basket from the market. After all Alexandria is a melting pot of different cultures and people. When he sees Erendriel though he walks up and watches her for a little bit. "What are you doing?" he finally says after an awkward pause by way of introduction.

There's a break in the rain, so Seldan has ventured back down to the markets today, this time with a pack. He emerges from one of the shop, a parcel under his arm that is too big to fit in said pack. He gets just outside the door, looks up at the sky, and steps aside just enough to clear the door, then sets the parcel down and speaks a few arcane words. He places his hands palm-down before him and spreads them apart in a slightly curved pattern; a blue-silver-white disk of magical force forms in response to that motion.

Once the spell is complete, he lowers his hands, and nods satisfaction as the disk stays put, floating a few feet off the ground, waiting. He hefts the parcel onto it, followed by his pack, and turns to look around the square.

Erendriel reaches into her pack and pulls out a pick. She then summons up a Mage hand, and puts the pick into the hand. "Hi," she murmurs to Hun'rar as the Mage Hand begins to brandish the pick in fits and starts. "I'm training. Sari here is letting me practice with her locks. She makes and sells locks." The merchant, a young-looking elf, then smiles "She has agreed to use her magic to help me from time to time."

Hun'rar nods as if he understands but is hesitant to break Erendriel's concentration. "Never thought to use magic like that... but I don't know how to pick locks either. Didn't have any growing up." he adds with a shrug. "Can you do other things?"

Seldan looks back at the floating disk of force behind him, a warm smile on his face, and directs it to precede him instead of following, the better to see it at all times. He then makes his way down the street, directing it around the crowds, passing Erendriel and Hun'rar as he does so. It's a bit close, but shouldn't knock anything over.

Erendriel looks up. Well, she's keeping mindful of the mage hand, so she speaks a little slowly, so she says "Hello Seldan," as she sees him pass. Then a glance to Hun'rar. "I can do a lot of things with magic, but... you know, it takes practice to learn how to use Mage Hand to do very, um, fiddly things, you know?"

Hun'rar turns to greet Seldan "Hey, handy that." he says nodding to the disc. "Never though to learn the spell to make my shopping easier but I can see the appeal. How goes your sword practice?"

"Magic turned to serve, even in the small things, is a blessing." Seldan pauses as he is greeted - and by people he knows! Directing the disk out of the way, but within reach of a hand, he turns to study what Erendriel is doing as well. "I do not normally use it for shopping, but I find much of my clothing destroyed on Guild jobs." The lockpick draws a frown, but the merchant is right there and watching, and she sells locks, so he doesn't immediately comment, and it would seem that she is learning. He adds to Hun'rar, "I improve every day, I think. We shall see what happens when I return to face my instructors in the Kingdom."

Erendriel smiles as her eyes return to the pick moving very slowly into the lock. "I would wave but this is super hard," she says in a slow, even tone. "Magic is awesome. And the Inquisitor introduced me to to someone who... you know... can teach me how to use magic in totally new ways that I didn't even imagine. And Seldan, you couldn't even fix your own clothes? Must have been really bad." The merchant chimes in "You could lock your clothes while adventuring, and none could get to them."

Hun'rar grins "Wear heavier armor and use a shield, keeps your clothes intact." he notes despite the fact he is wearing well worn utilitarian clothes, breeches and sleeveless shirt. "Also there are magic items to help. Bracers of Many Garments, I believe they are called, let you appear to wear whatever you like as an illusion. Doesn't matter what's underneath." he adds as a suggestion.

"Heavier armor makes spellcasting more difficult," Seldan counters, "and a shield would keep me from spellcasting entirely. I shall remember the bracers, though. As for their repair," here he wears a wry smile, "would you care to keep clothing that was entirely buried under a story-high heap of animated compost? Locks do not save one's clothing from unfortunate encounters, my lady." That last is to the merchant.

Erendriel nods "That's right, I could never wear more than I have now, and like, I woudl not be surprised if his magic would be hurt by it, too. But I stay back from things as much as possible, unlike poor Malik who got attacked by a... whatever that was the other day."

Hun'rar grins "Ah, doing sewer duty jobs for the guild? Been on a few of those before." he says shaking his head at the memory of rivers of sewage. "Your right though, with my shield and armor I have a hard time pulling off most magic unless I augment my spells to not include hand movements or cast spells that are verbal only." he says with a shrug.

"Avoiding closing with the enemy is not always possible, and at times, there is none other to do so. Still, my new armor is being crafted, and it should be ready before I leave for Bryn Myridorn." Seldan's smile fades at that, and even more at the mention of the inident the other day. "I was locked in one of the merchant's shops for that," he tells Erendriel. "I saw the whole thing. It might once have been an otyugh, but I cannot say what was done to it. I am sorry I could not come to your aid."

Erendriel smirks as she very crudely levers the lockpick in the lock, while the merchant watches. "You need to tension it," the merchant offers. Erendriel replies slowly "I can't yet... and I was there to help, fortunately. I hit it... four times. With real fire... not play fire."

Hun'rar watches the lockpicking, rather fascinated with the process. "Huh... normally unjust smash things open..." he mostly says to himself. "Also this doesn't involve fire, in surprised your pursuing it."

The three are standing around a merchant's stall, talking. Erendriel is squatted in front of a lock, with the merchant looking on; the other two stand and watch, and Seldan glances back over at a blue-silver-white disk of magical force that holds a pack and a fairly large parcel that floats nearby, waiting. "I have seen your real fire, Erendriel," he reminds her, "and it is impressive. That does not mean that even your play fire cannot hurt." He, too, watches the process of lockpicking. "There is much more to magic than just fire. If there be time, I would learn something of fire myself."

"What are you doing?" Kaydin asks as he walks over towards then, holding a bow in his hands. He puts it along his back and he watches the people do their thing. "Are we being crimminals now?" he asks curiously. He looks around then back at the group. "Do we hide from the guards and give each other funny codenames, like Seldan the rat?"

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Erendriel giggles. "It'd be hard for it to really hurt. More like... sting. I had to stink Mikilos with it once, when he was possessed, and we were trying to snap him out of it." She speaks slowly as she works the lockpick with a Magic Hand. "No, I am practicing a skill I will use for the good of all people."

Hun'rar laughs "Can I be 'The Dragon'? And your completely right, two paladins are watching someone steal goods in full view of the shopkeep." he says with a hint of sarcasm. "Locksmithing is a proper profession."

Seldan, however, isn't laughing. He whirls on Kaydin, but while one hand is clenched in a fist, it stays down at his side. He stares at Kaydin for a good minute or more before speaking. "If you would survive among the cityfolk, Kaydin, you'll think before you open your mouth. 'Rat', is it?"

"Rats are very dangerous creatures. Any bigger and they pose a serious threat to a natural ecosystem." Kaydin says as he nods to Seldan. "I am sorry for offending you." He says as he watches the woman work. "So why pick the lock. Did someone lose the key?"

Erendriel continues to use the mage hand to make small levers. Glancing up at the merchant briefly, she explains "Eventually I will learn how to... feel what I'm doing with the hand, and then I can do all sorts of tricks with it. But for now, I can just learn the basics. Might be weeks, or months, before I can actually open a lock with the hand." She then grabs the pick with her real hand, letting the mage hand vanish. "I'm learning, Kaydin, because sometimes evil people use locks to hide away things that don't belong to them, or that shouldn't belong to them."

Hun'rar nods "All good points. Been hindered by a locked door more than a few times when on mission." he adds with a nod "Do you practice with locks at home? Knowing how to do it expertly without magic would certainly hell as well."

Seldan stares incredulously at Kaydin, about to speak again and not minding the others, but suddenly the fist he'd made of his hand relaxes, and so do his narrowed eyes. "They are, but calling someone one isn't very kind. I should return and do some practice of my own. If you will forgive me...." He raises a hand to all, and directs the disk with a gesture, off into the market crowds.

Kaydin looks to the others and he watches the woman pick the lock. "Why not just break it down?" He says as he watches the people. "If it is stolen property then more likely the locked door needs to be dealt with other then picking it." He says as he looks to Hun'rar and gestures to his armor. "Do you speak draconic?" He asks curiously.

Walery sticks his head out the smithy door and looks around to see what's going on? He steps outside, stretching his arms over his head, and pats down his pockets absently, looking for something.

Hun'rar grins at Kaydin, putting down his shopping basket as he holds his hands up, long claws grow from the ends of the fingers as he takes a deep breath and exhaled a gout of fire from between his lips and engulfing his hands in red flame. "I have dragons blood within me, so yes, I speak Draconic." he adds with a wink.

Erendriel smiles. "Sometimes there are traps, " she xplains as she puts her lockpick back into her pack. "Sometimes it's better that the person can't tell anyone was there, or they'll looking for you. Sometimes it's important just to be quiet."

Erendriel goes abruptly quiet, speaking of, when she sees that Hun'rar IS BREATHING FIRE RIGHT THERE.

"So if I skin you I can get dragonscale armor?" Kaydin asks hun'rar and he looks to Erendriel. "He made a bigger fire then you did. Show him what for." He says as he watches the woman.

Walery finds what he's looking for, a small device of artifice. He takes a cylinder of what looks like paper from another pocket, applies his artifice device to it, and suddenly there's a puff of smoke. This seems to please him. The device goes back into his pocket, and he takes his smokebreak. Not as cool as Hunrar's, though. But he likes it.

Hun'rar shakes his head "My scales are not large enough for that, unfortunately. But I have acquired a taste for well done meat." he says picking up his basket filled with bread and fruits. "But I cannot talk forever, good day to you all." he says with a short bow and heads off.

Kaydin looks to Hun'rar and he nods to Walery. "How goes the armor smithing, friend?" He asks curiously as he walks over to the shopkeeper

Walery looks up, nods. "Goes all right. Just taking a break. The process isn't quite as streamlined as I'd hoped it to be. But I'm working out the kinks."

Kaydin nods as he watches the shop keeper. "I have no idea what the others are doing." Kaydin says as he gestures to behind him at erendriel as she seems to be picking a lock. He then looks to Walery. "What medium armors do you recommend for a ranger?" He asks curiously.

Walery hrms thoughtfully, drags at his smoking paper thing, and lets out a puff of smoke. "Well," he says. "A breastplate is traditional. It maximizes protection and mobility at the same time. If it doesn't give you enough mobility, you could go with Mithral armor. Technically, that's more of a light armor, but you have to be trained in medium armor to use it without hangups."

"I would love some mithril armor. The problem it is expensive. I am saving my money up for to enchant my bow so it will will grow in strength as I do." Kaydin says as he watches the armorsmith. "Do you work with mithril often?" He asks curiously.

Walery shakes his head, and says, "Not -that- often. But often enough. I've done it for myself, also. He's just outside his shop, having a smoke and talking to Kaydin, explaining, "It -is- expensive. And the magic you need to make it worthwhile costs a pile of gold also. You may not need it, either."

Morgan comes walking by as she hears the word magic, but she stands near by hoping its some one looking for help with magic.

Kaydin nods to Walery and he smiles. "Yea. Lets try and get my bow enchanted then I will see how much money I got left for armor." He says as he watches the man. When Morgan walks by, he smiles and waves at her.

Walery nos to Morgan, agrees with Kaydin, "You can always make more gold. And just hold tight til you get it. It's generally not a crisis. Nor such a must-have that you can't do without it/"

Morgan smiles and waves back when she walks closer to them "What enchments do you want on your bow, I can give you a amount you will need. But do know I can not do it untill the end of the month." said as you all can see the mithral headband of elven design she is wearing.

"An adaptive enchantment? I hear it will allow my bow to grow with me as I increase in skill and power." Kaydin says as he watches Morgan as he reaches into his pockets and starts pulling out his various coin purses. "I have some money, but I was told it would be about two thousand gold pieces which I am almost to." He explains to the woman.

Walery isn't nearly as knowledgable on weapons as on armor, remains quiet as he finishes his smoke. "Back to work for me," he says, and reenters his smithy.

Morgan nods "I herd of things like that but never found a item like that and never though of making one. But 2,000 gold is the market price to make a weapon at the simplest magical."

Kaydin watches the woman and he nods. "Right. I have a curiousity for magic, but I am not going to learn it unless I can become a master archer. I hope to become the best archer in the realm." He says with a smile.

Morgan nods as she thinks on that "Well do you want to be one naturaly or do you want to agument it with magic items?"

"I wouldnt mind augmenting it with magic items. I just dont know much about magic." Kaydin says as he watches the woman and he shrugs. "I dont think anyone is willing to teach me." He says calmly.

Morgan shakes her head "I am a wizard of the 6th circle, I could teach you about magic and all the items you need." she smiles and follows with "I am also the citys only curent Lore master, so if you need knowledge on most things come to me."

"I wouldnt mind learning. I love how magic interacts with nature. I often watch the spirits of the forest in awe." Kaydin says as he watches the woman. He then nods. "Does this mean I am your apprentice?" He asks curiously.

Morgan nods "Well bows are more of a physical thing but I can help you foster any magical help you need with. When I am in the city I am usly at the Arcanist guild or at my house." she gives a address in the midclass area."

Kaydin nods at the woman. "So I train myself archery wise and you train me magically. What do you want in return?" He asks curiously, studying the woman.

Morgan eyes glow a bright blue as she studys him for a moment "I see you do have a conection to magic that is different then mine. Yours is by blood so I can help you but not by much. But I ask for nothing now, but there will be things I need in the forest in the future. You could cut m time doing that by a lot."

Kaydin looks to the woman like she grew a second head. "A sorceror? Me? You must be mistaken. I am the son of a druidess, I barely have any magical talent. I cant even do magic yet." He says as he watches her. "Are you serious?"

Morgan nods "you have the potential in you, and since you came from a line of druids you might have Fae blood in you like I do. I know I am related to Sidhes."

"Wow." Kaydin says as he watches her. "So what do I got to do to become stronger?" He asks curiously as he watches the wizard. "Do I need to study and prepare my spells?" He asks curiously.

Morgan says "Well what helped me get to where I am I did a lot of adventuring. And you will know when you are ready for your magical training."

Kaydin nods. "I am going to go home and think on it." He says as he watches her and begins to back away and leave, moving slowly as he thinks things through.