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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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Before any spicy details could be imagined or sputtered out by Nesherit, Augusta swept in, her presence acknowledged with a nod from Isidore. After last night’s discussions, perhaps she had developed her own reservations about having made a deal so quickly with someone of such influence and prestige. Still, he recognized a favour for a favour and acquiesced, taking a bit of the preserved meat from his pack and feeding it to Octavia.

[b]“Good luck,”[/b] Isidore intoned, his gaze lingering briefly on her back as she left. After a couple moments, he returned his attention to the Uruthan prince. [b]“Treat her well,”[/b] he said, tone just a touch lighter than before. [b]“And if you lie, know that if she believes you, she’s only playing along.”[/b] Well, it was also a question of whether or not Augusta would simply make him obsolete as a royal and relocate him to some comfortable, isolated part of the world after the honeymoon was over. The dark-haired youth personally hoped that things didn’t go in that direction, but this engagement really was more [i]business[/i] than [i]romance[/i].

Perhaps the Queen knew of Augusta’s eyes and wanted it.

But such thoughts were unnecessary when he had no means to verify it, and as they neared the throne room, Isidore focused his mind upon the presence, his back straightening some more, his gait taking a more orderly, purposeful measure. Mentally, he reviewed the weapons upon his person again, halberd strapped to the side of his back, longsword at his left hip, dagger on his right thigh. His fatigue last night had prevented him from experimenting with the [i]other[/i] avenue of magic he wished to pursue, but he still had a new card in his deck to play if things became dangerous.

When Vasserasa spoke of an underground complex though, of demons sealed away, Isidore recalled the demon-flower rotting away in the depths of that prison and suppressed a smile. [b]“I am flattered,”[/b] he spoke, leaving more left unsaid. [b]“Has the Urutha’s relationship with the demons changed? Or does this involve the Elder Beast who continues to worm its way through this mountain?”[/b]