@Jollan@13org"Edge?! HAH! If just a few were enough I'd be home passed out in my bed already, waiting for tomorrow. Christ, what's it to you...", the old man turned to the one who seems to have joined him for a drink. Despite the drunken flush in his cheeks, his eyes were still sharp. His features were rough, a sharp and short beard that lined his jaw, along with a short matching mustache.
"Heeehhhh, from Escain huh? No guns like that around here, you'd need to special order those", the old man took another swig.
"It ain't about the 'good fight', I guess a foreigner wouldn't have heard. A bit hush-hush. Damn princeling's a slob is what! And now those Guard want to keep supporting him. Yeah good luck supporting someone who won't even get off his damn arse", there was a fair amount of frustration expressed in his voice, but there seemed to be some semblance of information regarding the political situation in Raelin. The country is run by a monarchy, with a council. Ultimately the Emperor is able to order or bring about change as they please, although a council was made to handle civil matters. However, the two are meant to keep one another in check... The problem became a bit more obvious, after learning this.
"But enough about that! Come on huh?! Let's see how much you can pack away!", the bartender then retorted as he handed the old man yet another flagon.
"Enough, don't drag the good man into being silly drunk in broad daylight. Should know better than that Colonel", so this man was... Decently influential.
"Oh shaddup! You killjoy!", now could be a good time to stop or... Drink? Probably.
@Seirei No Hai"Remarkable... A bandersnatch you say?", the professor that beheld the young mage's peculiar gem held it up against the light, he pulsed mana through his fingers occasionally, and in response the gem would flare up with heat and light. It's conversion rate for mana to fire was absurdly fast. So it seems he's found it's property already. This was professor Rolan, head professor of the artifacts department. He studied the gem carefully... He seemed to grab a book from the shelf and flip through it awhile, before he spoke again.
"Hmmmmm... This is a ritual gem...", he finally said. A rather direct answer.
"But... Where did you get this? When the use of dogma was outlawed, so too were rituals to call upon gods. These gems would be the catalyst to summon them. In this case... This gem has such a powerful fire, it is most absolutely related to Ifrit", he explained. The old man's eyes were sagging, it was hard to see his wrinkled squint as he examined the gem as he talked. He stood up once more, his long robes flowing behind him as he walked back over to Eawyn, handing it back to her.
"There's a lot that can be done with it, but you would need to ask a summoner about that. They are gems, so they can be turned into trinkets, or inscribed into weapons, for that you may need a blacksmith too. Or... You can find a buyer on the black market and sell it for a fortune too. A charged one like this would go for a large house", he explained. He smiled to her as he finished, "but I trust you won't do something so irresponsible now would you?" The professor then headed back to his desk and sat down.
"As a result, it is actually quite valueable. Do be wary on who you show it to", his advice came out rather serious. Still, it was not unreasonable, cults still exist for various gods, both malevolent and benevolent, though it was not the god that was the problem, but the lengths people would go to in order to serve their object of worship. Still, this left Eawyn with a fair few options... These were rare too, so she couldn't expect to just find another unless she really went looking. She can keep it this way to augment her spells, or maybe do something more with it.
@HeroThe young songstress caught the gaze of men as she waltzed through the establishment. The red and gold decor with finely carved wooden railings and pillars, amidst a variety of flags along the rafters representing some visiting nobles, against this, the stark and almost pure white Aria stood out far more than others. As she approached the front desk, the receptionist seemed to have been staring at her for a good solid minute, wondering if she was here for this or... Just visiting? In any case, as soon as her body language made it clear, the receptionist inquired to the possible customer,
"H-hello, ma'am. Is there anything I can help you with? Perhaps you would like a room? Or access to our buffet? We are serving specialities from Frinia today, if you are interested". The receptionist was a young man, well-dressed and polite, he stood there, awaiting a response.
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