[center][h1][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1432530][color=a2d39c]Marcus [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392744031378997248/394235344515760137/A-Marcus.png[/img] Lakeltia[/color][/url][/h1][/center][hr]The heat of the guild hall was quite welcome a change to the billowing winds that kept the rest of Vael Turog in their grasp, the half-orc needn't admit silently. He let out an audible sigh of relief as they could leave the elements behind, though before he had had any chance to move on, Scrapmouse had taken point and was waving something in the face of the local Guildmaster.

The goliath had nodded at her confirmation regarding the two earlier arrivals having something to do with this group, but only by the point he took the symbol into his own hands did his expression truly change. "One of the elite, I see. Your name was... well, it is not your name, but you are known as Scrapmouse, wasn't that it?" the man mused, handing the small emblem back to the gnome and brushing something away from under his nose with his fist. All the guildmasters tried to remember the elite symbols and who they stood for, but the important thing was their material. That was what told that they were indeed gentlepersons of great skill.

On request for his name, the Guildmaster shook his head. "It is not of much importance. I am just a Guildmaster here. I have not sought to better myself like my people, and so I do not have the right to a traditional name. I have also seen getting a new one to be much more of a bother than it is of value", he explained, Marcus's face quickly adopting the expression of surprise.

Another man that had chosen to abandon the traditional heritage of his people? He could not say that he knew how goliaths traditionally behaved, but it appeared this one was disowned. "So... Guildmaster", he began to request, but the large man was quick to wave his hand to dismiss the rest of it.

"These two hasty gentlemen have already told me. You seek information about where you can get clothes to endure the weather, and once you are done with that more information about the giants and the dragon. There is not much I can tell about the latter that you might not already know, but I will help you where I can. You seem capable enough to perhaps even return." The attitude the man exhibited had made almost a complete one-eighty as he had seen how an already renowned healer was in a group with not only an elite adventurer, but a Hammer of Grimjaws just as well.

"So let us begin with the clothes. Given many of the people that make it here already have their own, the only group that remains to whom they need to be sold to locals after wear and tear, or more prominently adventurers arriving through unusual means. We more than likely stock what you need. The question is, however, whether you want them to be tailored coats or more akin to heavy travelling cloaks? We have found that the people in who value their mobility prefer the cloaks, but they are not quite as warm as the coats. And of course, fitting a full plate mail under a coat would be quite the feat..."

Once that business would be concluded however, the Guildmaster would ask everyone to gather around one of the tables. He would just need to fetch something from his archives. Once everyone was settled, the man would return, now for the first time showing himself also from the waist down. His entire right leg had been replaced with a solid wooden carved counterpart, and his every step clacked against the floor.

A few scrolls were laid on the table, recorded from earlier adventurers for posterity was what he would tell before starting to turn away again. "My memory is not perfect, so it might be for the best for you to gather that information on your own from these records. They are the best we can offer." With that, he nodded and began clacking his way back behind the counter.

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The coats and cloaks cost 10gp and 5gp respectively. Marcus purchases a cloak for himself.

With the locals sufficiently impressed, the party has acquired a collection of records gathered from outpost sentries and those few who returned fro their journey into the den of giants and a dragon alike.
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