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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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[b]“A belief reinforced by your advisor’s interest in them,”[/b] Isidore responded lightly.

The work itself was certainly interesting though. He knew nothing about the value of fabrics himself, only that the more people paid for, the less they got out with each incremental increase in price. To have such creatures though, and not make any progress towards raising them like farm animals…either the techniques of the Urutha were lacking, or it was simply culture that caused them to harvest from the wild what could be raised in their own homes. As he contemplated this commission, Isidore pressed his thumb against his chin, dark eyes gazing upon the length of silk that was placed before him yet focused on the troubles of the work ahead. If Naraheim had been a slums or something, that would be his home ground, but dark ruins inhabited by demons and monstrosities? For work that required the touch of an outsider, rather than any elite already in Vasserasa’s employ? It demanded caution, and that did not even include the limited amount of time he had to pursue such tasks.

Three days. Complete the investigation or solve the problem in three days, so she had something tangible to announce at the ball. Three days, compressing the amount of time he already had into something much tighter, much more consuming. It truly was curious, how much faster this world moved. It was something that the Storyteller prepared him for, giving him the physical ability to bear such a world.

[b]“I am a stranger to these lands,”[/b] Isidore spoke, removing his hand from his chin and settling it upon the pommel of his sword instead. [b]“As such, I have requirements.”[/b] His finger began to tap against the steel. [b]“100 silver coins, to be paid immediately. Access to all information regarding Naraheim, demons, and silk-weavers. And a time piece, to keep on schedule.”[/b] With that same crisp, controlled audacity, he took the piece of paper and slipped it into the folds of his clothing, before examining the ring slowly, bringing it up to eye-level.

Framed by the contours of the ring, Vasserasa looked at once massive and minuscule.

[b]“If this is agreeable, your problem will be solved.”[/b]

And if it wasn’t?

Well, Isidore never had any real intention of refusing. This would be a good test, after all. A [i]true[/i] test of his capabilities in this new world.