Re: IC: We Are Hirelings
A vial of with a small amount of blue, faintly glowing dust is found at The Smiling Spirit. Leyna cups it in her hands like it's a holy relic.
"This is Ember!" she says with obvious excitement. Her mood immediately brightens; all of her malaise melts away.
She immediately shifts into academic mode: "Ember is a supernaturally efficient and clean-burning fuel, and a catalyst for enchanting permanent magical items and effects! Some mages have even claimed to be able to harness greater raw power by directly incorporating Ember as a focus or component during spellcasting..."
It belated occurs to her that she should probably be lying about this and not promoting its value, but she has little capacity for deceit, plus a scholar's dedication to facts.
She clutches the vial to her chest, like a long-lost treasure that's finally been found. She looks around for the safest place to store it, then settles for stuffing it down the front of her shirt.
"There, well-cushioned," she pats it, perhaps exaggerating. "Cushioned, at least," she allows as an afterthought.
Her mood for the rest of the morning is considerably improved, and might even involve humming to herself while she's burying the dead.
She takes Rebecca's dagger but leaves the rest of Rebecca's and Urvan's possessions to anyone who can make better use of them.
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Out on the trail, Leyna halts and tries to study the figure approaching them:
- Giant, or a more traditionally-sized humanoid?
- Male or female?
- How are they dressed? Like a huntsman, a warrior, a mage, or otherwise? Armed and armored?
- Has the figure noticed the adventurers?
- Do they have a discernable facial expression, body language, or overall demeanor?
She holds her tongue and stands her ground, confident in the team's superior numbers (even if Alonder is on goatback), while she waits for the figure to notice them, or for someone else to say something first.
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