Guilding

[Anastasia]

Okay. Who are you aiming for then?

[Iron Dragoon]

Emily mentioned being there before so I was going to ask her, but likely focus on some sort of mage's association or an information broker as last resort.

[Anastasia]

Brightwater is as it always is as you walk down the streets with Emily. People come and go at good speed, commerce all around you. Buying and selling - goods and grain, glass and gold and far more beyond that. As you walk down the golden streets, "Well, I have people I can talk to, and Aunt Waukeen hasn't done anything yet so it should be fine," she says.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods. "What's your best bet to find a teleport redirection spell?"

Alyssa idly window shops as they go, looking for anything interesting.

[Anastasia]

"Oh, I know someone," Emily says, "I'll take you right to him."

Roll and post 1d100.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d100 Dune request Serith
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 28 > [d100=28]

[Anastasia]

Nothing too interesting or affordable on a glance. You end up in a nice shop, dimly lit and with sweet smelling smoke lingering in the air. Sitting in the back before a crystal ball is a red-skinned elf, wearing a loincloth and nothing else. His face is lean, jawbone and cheek bones visible. "I see...I see Emily has returned!"

The shop itself is decorated with this and that - a feathered staff, an iron greatsword, several heaps of books, a rack of scrolls, a table full of potions, that sort of thing. It's all crammed together, overflowing.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa tries to identify the shopkeeper's race while looking around the store.

[Anastasia]

K:Local. Any will do.

[Iron Dragoon]

I have no K:Locals.

[Anastasia]

You don't know who or what the elf is offhand.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa approaches the shopkeeper.

"Not to be rude, sir, but I'm a scholar, and I've never seen an elf with red skin. Might I ask for enlightenment about you?"

[Anastasia]

"Hi, J-" A stop there, "He's a fire elf. Anyway, this is Jeras." Emily introduces you. "Jeras, Alyssa. We're here for a spell."

The elf eyes you then goes on, "Yes, yes, Alyssa, who do you follow, for I feel the wind as you come close, the wind and the scent of the trail."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa bows to the newly discovered (for her) fire elf semi-formally, "I'm Alyssa Songsteel, and I follow the horizon under the patronage of Shaundakul."

[Anastasia]

"I thought so, I have a rare spell for sale that may appeal. Have you ever heard of Presip's Life Walk?" Jeras asks, squinting your way, "A lost treasure of spiritual arcana, a spell forged long ago and forgotten by most."