Hell conference (Moore, day 87)

[Anastasia]

"Oh. It's something to increase a dragon's breath," Gold explains, "A difficult realm of study, but I believe I've made a breakthrough today. It will make the breath much more powerful and without delaying its regeneration."

[Nephrite]

"Oh, that's quite handy." Moore agrees. "The market is probably rather narrow, though..." Moore says with a bit of a laugh. "Wouldn't most dragons be too proud to use something like that? Or is it simply for your personal use?"

[Anastasia]

"Personal use," Gold says, "True dragons use little to no trinkets, it's a sign of weakness. But one in ioun stone form, perhaps..." he murmurs, trailing off. "Ioun stones are acceptable."

[Nephrite]

Moore can't help but start laughing. "It must be tough to follow the unwritten dragon rules. Well, if you want any help making it, I'm happy to offer my services."

[Anastasia]

"Thank you," Gold says, "I may, but not today. I need to research and gather funds before I can embark on making it."

[Nephrite]

"If you decide to go somewhere dangerous for funds, I'll tag along." Moore says. "I think the message I've received from On High so far is to just try and take care of improvements for myself for now."

[Anastasia]

"I may," Gold says, "I may not. I will tell you if I do."

[Nephrite]

"Of course." Moore offers him a bow. "Please let me know if you need anything else."

[Anastasia]

"I will," Gold says.

Still at the helping people thing?

[Nephrite]

He doesn't have any grand quests to fulfill! Actually! He does want to ask Filbrez something.

He'd like to find out if he can procure an anatomical chart of a pit fiend for the crazy lich guy from a while back. But other than that nothing is on his radar.

[Anastasia]

Okay, make a quick Spot check as you go.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 61

[Anastasia]

Filbrez is in his office, going over a scroll of parchment and drinking a glass of water. He glances up as you enter, "That elf of yours is relatively competent," he says by way of introduction. "I'm not finding any errors in her math and her writing's legible."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles a little, then nods. "I'm glad to hear it, Filbrez. Who knew you were so easy to impress?" It's clear he's joking -- at least a little.

[Anastasia]

You get a long, unamused look. "If you're hoping to impress me by making me lose count of my math, you're succeeding admirably."