Tuck's Missive

[Trunkyboy]

"Uh, can I bring my frying pan?" Ihliels squeaks out.

[Brian]

"Yes," he says curtly.  "Good luck."  Then there's an implosion of smoke, and nothing remains more than a rising whisp of green vapor, twisting in a spiral towards the cieling.

[Corwin]

"Alrighty, then!" Kory exclaims. "Let's get those maps! And supplies! For great justice!"

[Brian]

The spiky-guy wanders into the room with a double armload of supplies.  Well, two spiky-guys with an armload each, really.  It's hard to tell if it matters with him, though.

"Here," the one on the left says.  "You will find these useful."

"I've also included rings which should help you find the chicken," he adds, producing a small black silk pouch.  "The jewels will always glow on the edge nearest your target."

[Corwin]

Kory glances at Ihliel doubtfully. Taking one of the rings, she tests it on her fellow demon to see if it works.

[Brian]

The gem on the otherwise featureless black band is blue, but one facet of the jewel is purple.  No matter how it's turned, the purple facet always seems to point south.

There's also a frying pan in that equipment-load, though it's not clear if it's for cooking or combat.

[Trunkyboy]

Ihliel shuffles over to the bundle and clutches his frying pan happily.

[Corwin]

Shrugging, Kory pockets the ring, before going through the mountain of supplies and picking out things she might need on the journey.

[Brian]

The spiky-one(s) regards Aella curiously.  "Did you plan to take anything with you?" he asks.

[Trunkyboy]

As an afterthought, Ihliels shuffles back to the bundle and gets some more items that would probably be of use to him, especially those of the shiny nature.

[CyMage]

"I think I got everything I would need..." She looked at the demon thoughtfully. "Unless you can provide something to help with stealth."

[Brian]

The spiky one thinks for a moment, and then hands Aella a pair of earmuffs.

[CyMage]

"Umm... Thanks."  She stuffs the earmuffs into a pocket.  "If you'll excuse me, I'll go get my stuff.  Back in a few."

[Trunkyboy]

Ihliel shuffles around the room happily clutching his frying, the other supplies hidden SOMEwhere on his person.  Then again he didn't chose much.