The Barrow Wight Slayers - Rags to Riches - Part Two

Domečar 1st, 1483 AA. Roccastra, Republic di Virella. Early Morning. 

     The group, after circling the town, find a few places to go. The first is called Cassian's General Store. It is a small building, which looks to be a three room house; one to sleep, one to sell, and one to store. The building itself is made of stone, with the front door being an oak door. There also sat a mullioned window, which had a construction like two stacked plusses. Through the window, the group saw a middle-aged man, who seemed to be a northern Imperial.

    They walk in, opening the heavy oak door, which swings inward. The man at the desk, who they assumed to be Cassian, has a thick and curly brown beard, with short straight hair, which is a slightly lighter shade of brown. The room itself has two tables, a counter, and two doors behind that counter. One of them is an arch which leads to a bedroom, the other is another door, with a lock on it. 

    "Greetings! Welcome to my shop!" He motions his hands around the room to various goods. On one table is an old gambeson and a slightly rusty nasal helm. On another table, various supplies for caravans, and on the counter, a stack of bread. General stores like this are common in backwater towns, as trade still flows, but someone needs to sell the goods after purchasing them.

    "We're looking for supplies; food and water for a three day trip. Also some rope, twenty feet." Argunijin says. Argunijin fishes a small pouch of coins from his belt. The man then counts the people, and gathers a small pile of supplies. He then counts the supplies. "A shilling and two pence for all of it." Cassian says. The group then pile their funds, putting money towards the group's food. 

    "What do you know about the lost caravan?" Thalyros says, putting his share of food in his bag. Their rations consist of a leather waterskin, some saltpork, and a few breadrolls. "We overheard that it had gone missing, and we got curious."

    "Is that why my shipment didn't come in? I was expecting a few wicker baskets and a half-dozen candles, but they never came. If it truly is missing, that would mean it will be a dark week, as most of my stock of candles are already gone. That might be where that crazy caravan hand came from, in the Church. Brother James won't let us talk to him. Well, in any case, I don't know anything about it's disappearance. It stops at the Dorsilva Trade Outpost before it comes here, so I'd look there." Cassian says. "Have a good day now, y'all."

    The group steps out of Cassian's store, and then heads to the Rathaus. The Rathaus and the Church that is in its basement is a stone structure where the current manager of the town resides. Curiously, unlike all other towns, this town has no Lord nor Manor. However, they are here to visit the Priest who lives in the basement. Thalyros goes in first, then the rest of the group. They see an inner area with a few pews, a lectern, and two doors at the back of the room. One of them seemingly leads to an infirmary and the other leads to the priest's bedroom. 

    As they walk in, a man in brown ropes with purple accents at the hems of the robes walks out of the infirmary. It is rather obvious he is a priest. He is shaking his hands, which are wet. He has a standard Anubian Sun pendant around his neck, which hangs just below his collar bone. In the center of it is a golden-brown amber.

    "Greetings, my brothers and sisters!" He says. He smiles at the group. The man, who is most likely the Brother James they had heard about, has the Anubian tonsure (which is more uncommon now then when it was mandated when the Church was first founded) and stubble on his face. His hair is the same color as his amber, and his eyes are a deep hazel. "What brings you into my Church at this hour?"

    "We are looking for a caravan hand, not sure of his name. Cassian said we might be able to find him in here." Thalyros says.

    "He is in the back room, but I can't let you see him. He is delusional." The priest says. "It is best to wait a few days, to see if his condition improves." He smiles, despite the situation he is describing.

    "Hmm, but have you considered that I am Thalyros Anubus? The Second Prophet of Anubism?" Thalyros says, smiling. He is very serious. His group doesn't even bat an eye at this, other than Levius, who loudly sighs. 

    The priest's smile drops, and he immediately starts yelling at Thalyros, who in response, just smiles. Eventually they are forced out, and probably will not return to that Church as long as the priest resides there. 

    "God damn it, Thalyros!" Levius says. "That was our only lead! Can you not keep your beliefs to yourself for one damned second?"

    "It is true though, so it isn't really my fault, if you think about it." Thalyros places his left hand at the edge of his lip, almost mockingly. "If he can't accept that I am the Second Prophet of Anubism, then he can take that up with me later. For now, however, it is mildly unfortunate."

    Levius sighs. "Fine. Let's go to the outpost, and if anything bad happens, it is your fault, Thalyros."