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[b]Coinage:[/b] 58 Silver, 5 Copper
[b]Carried[/b]
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[*]The (near-nonexistent) clothing on his back.
[*]Broken Hourglass
[*]Leather Belt
[*]Mining Goggles
[*]Leather Gloves
[*]Broken Lantern
[*]Pickaxe
[*]Knight's Dagger
[*]Dwarf's Polearm
[*]Rope
[*]Canteen of water
[*]Some preserved food
    Enough for two people to last a few days.
[*]Communication horn
    Made from bone, hollow and likely used for communication.
[*] 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.
[*]Dusk Ring
    A ring bearing the engraving of Shadow Elf royalty. One who carries it carries authority recognized by the crown of the Shadow Elves. Most who see the crest will be willing to show some manner of friendship and authority to the bearer.
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[b]Stored[/b]
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[*]A fur cloak.
[*]Knight's Longsword
[*]Knight's Shield
[*]Untanned boar skin.
[*]A small pot and a ladle
[*]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.
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His wounds had swelled by the time he reached Gloomhaven, the rudimentary ‘bandages’ that his carapace formed long having worn away. Every part of his body throbbed, especially his leg, each step shooting another spike of pain up his thigh and into his side. Agony was never localized, and even the cooler temperatures of the Urutha city-state hurt against the patches of his body where skin no longer hid meat. Perhaps the fight had damaged his hearing too; even when the guards first accosted him, then questioned him, their voices were indistinct, muted. Their gestures, at least, were clear enough, and the ring that he showed them, miraculously intact despite all that he had gone through, stopped him from having to fight his way into the city.

Was it so much a surprise though, that a lone adventurer and his dog would return in such a mangled state after venturing into the realm of demons? Or had they believed him to be tougher than that? Strange world, it was. Isidore still found himself unable to grasp where he stood in terms of power, unable to get a reading on the value of his violence. But there were only so many hours in a day, and so little time to accomplish what he needed to before the deadlines were to be met.

So, one step at a time, he trudged his way to the Temple, hardly registering the designs engraved upon the building, the vibrant garden that cast its bioluminescent light upon the stone. An austere setting greeted him, far removed from the warmth and opulence of the churches he had once attended funerals in. No places to sit, but in exchange, a chandelier was raised over a pool, while a similarly plain altar stood at the back. The floor was carpeted. Perhaps it was the tradition to sit on the ground while being sermonized to.

He was not left alone to observe the Temple though, and the voice of another drew his red-tinged gaze.

Ah.

Isidore massaged the bridge of his nose with his thumb. The extremes of the world were certainly getting to him. Sheer clothing hugging a lithe but curvy body so tightly that it looked near-transparent. A face so unblemished that in the curious lighting of the church, it glowed with the eerie brilliance of the moon. Limbs so supple, so smooth, that he had to question if he was looking at the fantasy of an artist rather than a living, breathing being. Neither a holy woman nor a doctor, by any of his own understandings. God, was she going to finish the demoness’s job and kill him the rest of the way?

Alright. That’s enough.

Raising his head and placing his hand upon the pouch of coin by his belt, Isidore said, all emotion effaced from his tone, [b]“Not a demon. Just a half-dead man. How much for your services, doctor?”[/b]