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[b]Coinage:[/b] 8 Silver, 5 Copper
[list][*]The (shredded) clothing on his back.
[*]A fur cloak.
[*]Untanned boar skin.
[*]Leather Belt
[*]Knight's Shield
[*]Knight's Dagger
[*]Knight's Longsword
[*]Dwarf's Polearm
[*]Rope
[*]Some preserved food
    Enough for two people to last a few days.
[*]Roll of what seemed to be a mat of thick fur, likely for sleeping on
    Comfortable, but only one.
[*]A heavy looking fur/cloth blanket.
    Cozy, warm and heavy. Good for sleeping in colder climates.
[*]Communication horn
    Made from bone, hollow and likely used for communication.
[*]A small pot and a ladle
[*]Frozen canteen of water
[*] Map of the Under roads.
    A map detailing some routes used by the Dwarves and Shadow Elves to travel in their subterranean homes. Its not entirely complete, but it at least shows the routes to the two most notable settlements and several other places of note. Unless you travel off the paths, you probably won’t get lost.
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That was a strange doubt to have.

Did Rullphana have something similar to Augusta’s eyes, capable of discerning lies from truth? Or was the claim of having had less than a week to learn the arts of magic so outlandish that even liars wouldn’t speak of it? But more importantly…it may have been the wrong thing to say. The arrogant, especially those who rest their pride upon their experience and their powers, have a habit of becoming ever so spiteful when faced with a prodigy whose potential surpasses their own. He’d like to have a ‘good’ relationship with the Urutha mage as well; no need to mention how his own magical aptitude mirror’s Augusta’s.

And as for an examination that would last a few hours…

“[b]I’ll take you up on that suggestion then,”[/b] Isidore replied, turning towards the door. [b]“And Augusta, enjoy.”[/b] Hopefully neither party involved got into a fight once they went from spiritual studies to anatomical ones.

Following out after the great mage’s apprentice, he noted once more the singular gateguard. Vallanur. A name to remember, an individual with their own prejudices. Guards, cops, spooks, they were good people to get to know at a distance. The harshness of legislation and the rigidity of society was determined largely by how passionate the enforces on the streets were, after all. Maybe he’ll come back in a few hours with a drink. Chat with the man a bit.

For now though, it was Raezel, the literal child, who had been given the demon seed for safeguarding, and who was currently running off to who knows where again. Isidore still had the deal with the Dirithen to investigate, but considering the hearty earth of this cavern, so many times better than that miserable garden beneath the prisons, if the demon seed were to somehow find root here…

Didn’t need that strong an imagination to think of the apocalypse.

Picking up his own pace, Isidore caught up to the apprentice. [b]“Eager to return to the forge?"[/b]