"Eh? What's all that racket out there?" A grizzled voice called from inside the flap of the smithy. The Guild members heard a hammerhead falling to the anvil, and a burly Borderman tore the flap open and squinted as he stepped into the sunlight. He had on an apron and plain common clothes underneath it, though the scars and strange tattoos on his arms bespoke of a more colorful past. He glared at everyone, chewing on something in his mouth as he did so. "You going to stand out here all day?" 

Kayden had his arms crossed, his body still facing the group but his head had turned. "Sorry, sir. We'd like to conduct some business, but give us a moment. We're discussing...er, funds." 

He shrugged, and headed back into the smithy grumbling. Kayden caught the Halberd that the Drabarian had set down with a nimble hand. "Let's wait one second." He told Othiosiya. "Your thanks is appreciated, but don't worry. I'm sure you'll pay us back with how you use the weapon. We'll be heading to the Temple soon enough, but first..." 

Kayden set the butt of the Halberd on the ground. To those used to spear wielding, he seemed to know just where on the pole to hold it to equate its weight. He was learned in the art of polearms, if nothing else. "We already have an informant, Jackal. You've yet to meet her, I suppose. She's an Elf called Secret. Get past the sass and you two would get along famously. We'll probably see her before long. And don't take this the wrong way, but I still don't know you very well. That, and Lord Pembrook certainly does not know you. I could give you our Guild seal, but let's wait a bit. We have days yet." He said. 

The Captain gave Hobnob a nod and grin, but bit his tongue at Lis' snap at Hobnob. He couldn't say he was surprised, but he decided to step in. "Hey now, Hobnob served us well on our last mission. I mean, things didn't go according to plan, but when do they ever?" The young man said diplomatically, patting Lis shoulder and winking to Hobnob. "Glad you're here by the way. I'll grab some silver matchlock balls for you and your mates now that I'm reminded of it." 

He bade the companions to wait as he hefted the Drabarian's huge polearm and headed into the smithy to commission the weapons to be made within two days. There was a small discussion, probably about the costs of receiving the silver, but after a minute or two Kayden walked back out, hands on his belt as he stepped into the sun. "Alright, next up on our list is the Temple." He said, shielding his eyes with his hands as he looked upwards for a split second at the sun. "It's close to lunch time. We'll head over there and head back to the Guild after that. Call it a day afterwards." As the others turned to ready themselves to leave, Kayden leaned down to Lis and asked if he could speak with her when all of this was done. He gave a wink, and then hailed everyone to follow him.

With that, the companions headed out of the town square, going northwards. First it was forward, then left after passing three streets. As they moved, many of the people gave them a wide berth, for most of the Mercenaries were armed or intimidating in their manner. Othiosiya received a few looks of both suspicion and awe. Even Kayden got a few people muttering about him, though he also got a few girls giggling his way. As if one cue after the giggles, they also passed a brothel where various rogued women called to them from the second story windows, promising a good time for a fair price. Hobnob received the usual "wait, what" from the looks of things, with a few kids asking if he too was a kid like them. After awhile they found themselves in a smaller section of stores and shops where many sold fish, fresh from the eastern river, or trinkets from far away. One man had a jewelry shop, calling to Lis with a bejeweled necklace in his hands. "Pretty necklace for a pretty lady?" 

Finally, after Kayden had to ask directions once or twice as the group milled about or were engaged by the local populace with questions, they made it to the Temple district. To the left, the more peaceful deities had various busts where the locals were drop offerings and give prayers, and the more martial deities were on the right. A true Temple loomed at the end of the street, however. It had the Symbol of the EverGod, and priests gave blessings at its fore. 
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The short shopkeep considered this strange person before him. "You speak speak much for a large one. Most large people who I know are quiet or stupid. Of course, I don't know you very well, so perhaps the second option isn't out of the question..." He almost seemed to be speaking to himself for a moment. Suddenly, he pointed an accusatory finger at the Skayleigh. "Do not think I am a fool! You simply wish to scope this place out for a burglary later, yes yes? No...No you would not. Or you would be asking for more...that you would. Fine!" 

He scuttled back behind his desk, and rummaged through various boxes and casks before he found a smaller container that would hold a ring. "I have here a ring to make your likeness of a human, but that does not seem to be your wish. But yes, I can provide you with a Skayleigh illusion, give or take a few weeks to ship it. But it will not be cheap! I also do not know if it can...hide your arm. I am no mage, simply a seller of magicks, yes yes? But hmmmm...twelve hundred gold seems to be what I would consider. Including Tax of course."
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