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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.
[*]Moonlit Water
	A type of holy water blessed by the Goddess of the Moon. Cures minor wounds and invigorates the body. Its surprisingly not a clear color - but a deep, oceanic blue. Seems to faintly glow at night. Not strong enough to harm demons.
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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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This felt like death.

This felt like baptism.

Holy water seeped past the scabs of his burns, into the rent flesh and open veins beneath, as soul-effacing miracles were performed by the holy woman who drowned him. The ebb and flow of cold waters sheared away the irregularities of his body, leaving naught but smooth surfaces in the wake of the tranquil tide. As if he had slept for three days and three nights. As if he hadn’t just delved into the bowels of earth and challenged an archdemon to a fist fight.

Footprints in sand, erased with the lull of the ocean.

Isidore wiped the water off his face, stepping out of the pool with tender steps. It was simply a difference of the absence of pain and fatigue, but he felt once more that the body given to him was too strong, too energetic. Breathing life to the furnace within his body once more, he dried himself off before pulling up his pants once more. His shirt, mere rags at this point, beggared no value and were still crusted with his blood anyhow. He gazed briefly towards the pool, then towards Folzerrie, before stuffing it around his belt. It was Gloomhaven. The dress of the people weren’t so far removed from simply being half-naked.

[b]“Good work, Folzerrie,”[/b] Isidore spoke, as he began to strap on the rest of his gear once more. [b]“Your skill justifies your cost.”[/b] He would return though, if he found himself in such a state again. [b]“But a chair could help.”[/b]

Isidore received the jar of consecrated water from her with a small nod, before exiting the temple. The Storyteller’s presence was everywhere, and as for himself…he remained undecided as to whether or not her continual influence, indirect as it was, came from divine clemency or unfathomable schemes. More to the list of [i]things[/i] he needed to accomplish then. The way to self-sufficiency remained far off still.

But for now, he had a blacksmith to visit.