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[b]Coinage:[/b] 8 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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[b]“Deal. Make the change.”[/b]

Unhooking the coin pouch from his belt, Isidore tossed it towards her. It wasn’t as if she was subtle about how much extra she was making him pay, but he wasn’t in the habit of haggling with doctors. You don’t piss off your surgeon, after all, and the value of money itself…well, it was unlikely that those 50 silver coins was going to buy him anything that would him with the archdemon issue.

Unless feral beastwomen could be tamed with coinage alone.

Without pause, Isidore dropped his bag to the floor, leaned his halberd beside it, and proceeded to undress. The blood had coagulated around the rags that was his shirt now, and he grimaced, sweat beading down his forward, as he tore them off, reopening bloody gashes and burns. His clothes really were good for nothing other than bandages now, even though his pants at least offered some meager modicum of modesty. For that, his treatment was a bit more careful, pulling it down and stepping out of the pant legs one by one. It may have been cold, but his flesh was still inflamed; exposure to the air only caused more stings of pain to jump all over his body.

Yeah, looking down at himself in all his bloodied, bruised, broken nakedness, Isidore could certainly conclude that he got fucked up. His knee was a dark purple splotch that twitched out at a strange angle, while portions of his chest and abdomen looked like the raw sort of meat one would see at a butcher’s shop. His left hand, swollen and blackened, could hardly exert any strength, stuck in a claw-like position, and as for his groin…

…well, it was certainly more hairless than he remembered. Was this body of his younger than he had imagined? Or had it been the fault of that sanguine lightning that Isidore emerged like this?

Striding into the pool, he said, [b]“I’ll leave it to you…”[/b]

He trailed off, giving the lady space to introduce herself.