A Land Far Away

The City of Luskan

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Baldur's Gate in late summer, within the Sword and Stars Inn



As the first rays of dawn breach the sky, a dark-clothed female figure plods down the steps into the common room. On her shoulders lies an overstuffed pack, under which she visibly struggles. A little bleary-eyed, she motions vaguly to the attendant on duty, muttering something about breakfast.
At the bar is seated another, sipping slowly from a cup of steaming tea as the first figure descends into the room. As she spots the newcomer, she smiles and scoots over to the new arrival. "Morning, Madeleine." Unlike her companion the seated figure doesn't appear to have much in the way of luggage, just a small satchel at her side.
Madeleine grunts in return to the seated figure, barely offering even a nod of acknowledgement before she begins her breakfast, a modest steaming bowl.
"They say you start to enjoy waking up early when you get older, Zova" -- she snorts -- "Clearly they're lying."
"I think the subtle joy of sleeping in never really fades with time," Zova chuckles, taking another sip of her tea.
"Anyway, good morning, Zova. Let me wrap up at least something of a breakfast before we head off. By chance -- you ever travel via this method before?"
Zova offers a playful smile and winks, "And yes, a few times now."
"Oh, perfect -- then there's nothing to explain. Hopefully we won't end up in Neverwinter rather than Luskan but, such is Beshaba's gaze at times."
"Is that a thing that can happen? I hope that doesn't happen!"
Madeleine smiles wryly, "I've ended up in one or two ... awkward arrivals. But with sufficient preparation it should be highly unlikely."
"Well ... I trust you, of course. Just don't drop us in the ocean, I suppose."
"Oh - worry not if for some reason we do end up landing in the middle of the sea I've prepared for that possibility -- just hold on tightly."
Zova offers another playful grin, "I will do my best to follow orders."
Madeleine gulps down the last of her tea and shoves aside the half-finished breakfast, "Ready?"
Her companion finishes off her tea and pushes the cup away, standing up, "Ready."
Madeleine pauses, looking off, "Let's ... mm, head into the corridor so as to raise fewer questions. It's less a problem here but in Luskan, well ..."
Zova nods, moving to follow alongside her, "I have never been to Luskan. Is casting prohibited?"
"Ah - which I suppose I should say, ever since the Lord's Alliance took it over things have been a little tense: prior to that the pirate lords and the Hosttower were primarily in charge -- their agents are still around but mostly in hiding."
Madeleine adds, "Just... keep your eyes open: it's not always the safest of cities."
Zova responds, "I'll keep that in mind."
Madeleine meanders over towards the hall, away from the main room and flips open a weathered leather-bound tome.
Zova closes the door to the hall, standing nearby.
Tracing a few patterns present in the book, she murmurs softly before meeting her gaze with Zova.
Zova puts a hand on Madeleine's shoulder. She knows her stuff for this, apparently.
Madeleine manages a quick nod and then concludes the incantation with a few sweeping gestures -- as the spell finishes there is a crack of energy being discharged and ...


An unseen force jerks the pair of travelers into a new environment -- the sun, which just moments ago was starting to peek its rays above the horizon has entirely vanished, offering only a dim foggy haze of pre-twilight hours. The two find themselves beside an enormous structure -- a temple of some sort -- decorated with engravings of snowflakes onto its stones.
Zova is looking up ... and pops her lips, "So ... not to tell you what Luskan looks like ... but this looks a lot like a Aurilite temple."
Madeleine blinks a few times, Ah, yes - we've made it then - this is the Winter Palace - one of the main temples in the city."
Zova interjects, "Really? Huh! Egg's on my face, then."
"Not always the cheeriest lot within -- but it does make for a good point of reference in this district of the city. A little further on west-ish ... well that is to say, when the sun actually shows you can see the needle the water tower in the center of the city."
Madeleine continues, "Meanwhile I think my sister probably should be waking in not too long -- I sent word to her that I will be arriving with company last night -- the children are probably still asleep so I'll ask once we get there that we remain somewhat quiet."
"What time is it over here? I didn't think the sun would be in a different position ..." Zova looks up at that, then back to Madeleine.
Madeline briefly smiles "Ah, well ... funny thing when you travel long distances, especially west and east: since our motion is instantaneous and moving away from the dawn we get to see dawn again. We might be able to catch up on some sleep, even."
The monk chuckles at this! "A new city! I don't think I will be sleeping much today, at any rate."
"Well, feel free to wander the city if you please but do be careful, the locals are a little mistrustful of strangers. Meanwhile -- we really ought to head off towards home."
Madeleine motions towards one of the side-streets by the temple and begins walking off, "This district here is referred to as the Reach. One of the quieter sections of the city -- local tradesmen and such make their shops nearby -- you can see their shops, closed still.
Zova responds "I'll mostly be following you for the duration of our stay, worry not. I'm not looking to get into trouble in the middle of a city across the land from home."



Stopping by a signpost that announced the shop of a tailor, Madeleine pulls out an old iron key and works to unlock the door, gently pushing it open as she motions Zova to be quiet. "Shh ... looks like no one has awoken yet."
Zova nods, stepping into the tailor shop once the door was open. She snatches the ioun stone orbiting her head out of the air, tucking it into her satchel as she looks around the interior.
Madleine lights up one of the nearby candles and then promptly locks the door again behind them -- the shop isn't too ornate, rather run-of-the-mill, a few outfits are displayed along with numerous bolts of cloth, pins, needles and other tools of the trade.
The monk doesn't seem to have trouble navigating in the dark before the candle is written -- she doesn't stray far, but does walk around, looking at the displayed outfits before looking back to her host.
"This is Gareth's shop -- my brother-in-law," Madeleine informs.
"I was about to ask."
"Elise helps out where she can -- come, let's head upstairs where our chambers actually sit."
Zova nods and walks behind her.
Madeleine continues, "She'll probably be shortly making breakfast for everyone."
"Ah -- I don't want to impose."
"Not in the least! She's a wonderful cook -- not to mention resourceful and inventive: not always easy to get a variety of ingredients here in Luskan."
"Oh? Its a trading port, no?"
"It is but the options still don't match with those further south like Waterdeep or Baldur's Gate." Madeleine unlocks another door at the back of the shop revealing a staircase that leads upwards -- a soft light is visible at the end of the stair.
Zova quiets down a bit more as they pad up the stairs.
Madeleine whispers loudly as she climbs, "Elise, are you up?"
A voice responds from above, shushing, then a hand waves at them to proceed upwards.
Zova follows her companion, and eventually the two reach the lighted section.


The candle illuminates the modest central room of an apartment -- a woman with bright blonde hair and similar resemblance to Madeleine busies herself beside the fireplace as it comes to light, a large meal cauldron sitting nearby.
"Esteban kept waking last night ... finally got some rest," the new woman, presumably Elise, murmurs as she pokes at the flames coming to life "How was the trip?"
While waiting for a response to her question, the woman glances back at Zova for a moment.
Zova speaks up, "Ah - it was well! Had a start when we ended up in front of the temple, admittedly. But -- " she puts a hand on her own chest, bowing her head quickly. "I'm Zova. Thank you for letting me into your home."
Madeleine smiles briefly looking between them, then Elise continues speaking to the monk, "Well, sit down at the table Zova." Elise motions to a table with a few chairs nearby as Madeleine begins sitting down and unpacking her things, "It'll still be a while yet before breakfast is ready. Porridge -- don't have anything against that I hope? Madeleine said you come from out east -- they have that there too?"
"I think porridge is nearly universal, miss Elise. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Don't worry yourself: my husband Gareth probably will be trundling out of bed before long too once the smell of cooking hits his nostrils -- he was fortunate enough to sleep through most of the little one's muttering."
Zova moves to take a seat across from Madeleine; she takes off her satchel, hanging it on the back of the chair.



Elise continues, "You two have any plans for the day? By the way, Madeleine -- Rose has been in a bit of a sour mood recently. We went for a walk yesterday and she saw a little doll on offer at the market which I told her she couldn't have. Threw something of a tantrum right then and there -- needed to nearly drag her home by her ear: fortunately Fabien talked a little sense into her."
Madeleine sighs wistfully, responding, "I'll have a chat with her."
Zova looks between the two -- opening her mouth once ... then closing it before she makes a comment on that particular case. She quietly mentions, however, "I am not sure we have plans? I look forward to meeting Rose, but otherwise, I am at Madeleine's mercy."
Madeleine offers, "I was thinking we could take the children for a walk about the city -- maybe even little Esteban, at least for a short while. But yes, mostly was just hoping to spend some time with Rose."
Zova speaks up, "Also, Madeleine - just say the word, and I will make myself scarce so you can have time with your daughter."
"By the way ..." Madeleine slips a small clinking sack towards Elise.
Elise looks towards Madeleine with a sigh, then pulls it towards her, "You know, if we make a show of all this it'll paint a target on our backs."
Zova looks between them, tilting her head.
Madeleine frowns, "I've told you before I want our children to grow up and have what we didn't."
Elise rolls her eyes and heads back to her cooking -- it's obvious this is an age-old argument that has yet to conclude.
She leans over to Madeleine -- she doesn't ask aloud, but she is obviously prodding.
Madeleine mumurs softly in response, "Elise worries -- and admittedly for good reason -- that keeping more coin in the house, being a little more open with our wealth will make us a tempting target to the remnants of the pirates and thieves that are still in the city. Not that I disagree but I don't think our family need suffer and ignore the good fortune I've had getting coin down in Baldur's Gate."
Zova nods a bit in understanding, "Alright, that is understandable." She leans back to sit normally, taking in a sniff of the porridge from where she was sitting.
Elise looks to her sister, "Breakfast should be ready soon -- Madeleine, fetch some bowls for everyone?"
Her sister nods and begins laying out place settings for six.


Elise glances back to her visitor, "So what brings you here, Zova? By the by, breakfast should be ready soon -- don't have any tea on the boil yet but we have some apple juice from yesterday there," she indicates towards a corner used as a pantry, "... if you care for some."
Zova's eyebrows go up at the mention of apple juice! "I don't typically indulge in juice! I look forward to it. And, ah. Madeleine invited me to have dinner with you all, and it was an offer I could not pass up. I also had a gift for Rose, though perhaps another day might be best to give it."
Madeleine tsks, "Worry not -- Rose will have probably entirely forgotten by this afternoon about it all."
Zova nods, "I just don't want to make ill of any lessons."
Elise cranes her neck, "Cups are over there if you wish one, fetch some juice yourself if you wish."
Zova steps up and walks over to fetch cups for herself and everyone, pouring juice and bringing them back to the table. She has a seat thereafter, sniffing the juice -- not out of a sense of hesitance, but of real curiosity -- before she takes a drink. And makes an "Mmmm" sound.
Madeleine wanders over to Elise, laying a hand on her shoulder, "I'll go wake Rose and Fabien and let them know we're just about ready."
"I'll keep her company here, don't worry," Zova says to Madeleine with a smile, taking another sip of juice. She looks like a child indulging in candy.
As Madeleine wanders off Elise busies herself again with the cooking cauldron, stirring it, sampling it, and every once in a while adding something into the pot from an unlabelled jar or container, "So Zova, is this your first time here in the North?"
"This portion of the north, yes. I've traveled in and under Silverymoon a bit, but that's the extent of my experience. I've spent most of my time on the Sword Coast or on the Moonshaes."
"Silverymoon and the Moonshaes?" Elise shakes her head, "Quite the traveler you are then. Where do you come from originally then?"
"Rashemen, ma'am. Far to the east. Well. East of Baldur's Gate. South and then some from here, I imagine."
"Thought it was something like that ... not often I've seen someone who looked like your countrymen," Elise tastes some of what she is cooking and nods, "Well, Zova -- breakfast is ready if you care to bring your bowl over I'll ladle you some."
Zova immediately picks up her bowl and another -- to help out in another small way - as she comes over to offer, "If you want to sit and enjoy the fruits of your labor, I can ladle it out."
Elise smirks in response, "I appreciate it but I'm rather used to handling it myself, thanks."
"Sorry -- I'm not used to all this, is all," Zova admits awkwardly.


Meanwhile a little chestnut-haired girl, no more than five or six, missing a front tooth and rubbing her eyes sleepily, wanders into the room accompanied by Madeleine.
Zova looks over at this, smiling brightly. She moves to bring the bowls to the table to set them down.
Not far behind a blond boy some years older follows along with a big bearded man stomping in at the very end.
Madeleine smiles, indicating everyone to sit, "Zova, this is Rose -- Fabien, Elise's son and Gareth, her husband -- Come, no need to poke about at the fire, sit down Elise."
Zova extends her hand to Gareth before sitting down, "It is very nice to meet you all."
Gareth grumbles a quiet hello, shaking the newcomer's hand, then slumps down at the table.
Rose peeks up at Zova with wide eyes while Fabien comes forward a little more sticking out his hand to Zova in greeting.
She shakes Fabien's hand firmly in return -- not too firmly, of course, but enough to show she was giving the young man some respect. Before she looks to Rose, and subtly puts her fist in a hand and bows slightly.
Between bites Gareth looks at Zova and Madeleine, "So how's it there, down south? Just came in this morning?"
Madeleine scoops up Rose and Fabien into their respective seats and busies getting them served, not responding.
Zova takes her seat, taking another drink of her juice - gods she was so pleased to be drinking juice - and then a spoonful of porridge with another quiet mmm, "Yes, sir. Just this morning. It's fine enough: rainy summer, but nothing out of the ordinary."
Madeleine looking to Gareth adds -- almost chidingly -- "You've been in Baldur's Gate Gareth, you know how it is -- always something here or there."
Gareth grumbles, "Don't remind me ..."
He pauses, a far off look in his eye before continuing, "Those fellows who hire at the docks are absolute misers."
Zova wrinkles her nose as well, "I have no fondness for the for the folks down there, myself."
Madeleine responds, "It's a city as any other really, no worse than Luskan -- it still has its problems."
Gareth snorts, "At least they don't turn men into wolves and rats like they do where you are."
Madeleine glares at Gareth, as does Elise.
Zova licks her lips a bit at that, swallowing down a spoonful of porridge. Gulp "True. Though thank the gods there are those that can assist when such a problem comes up."
Elise murmurs, "Gareth, come on let's get you another helping ..."
Gareth grumbles again, "Nah, I have to head down and start getting the shop open -- folks will be starting to poke around soon asking to pick up orders."
Zova speaks up, "Ah - well, it was a pleasure to meet you, sir."
Gareth gives a nod to the woman then wanders downstairs, "Mm-hmm."


Once he departs, Elise mumbles audibly, "He's a little curt at times, sorry."
Zova replies, smiling, "Oh, nothing to be sorry for. He seemed just fine as far as I am concerned."
Elise gets up, "I need to check on our son, little Esteban, if you'll excuse me."
The monk bows her head, "Of course."
Elise wanders off, leaving the two kids, Madeleine and Zova at the table. Fabien peers at Zova with wide eyes, "Is it true you saved Auntie Maddie from being a monster?"
Rose peeks up at the conversation.
Zova looks to Fabien. She smiles, leaning towards him with her elbows on the table, "As much as I would love to take the full credit, I merely helped your Auntie meet the right people who could help her properly."
"Wooooow." Fabien nods, "Daddy says though that Auntie wouldn't have had that problem if she didn't poke her nose about with umm 'That Damned Magics' is that true?"
Madeleine sighs a little.
"Ah - well, I will not contradict your father, of course. Though what happened didn't have much to do with the fact that your Auntie is a spectacular wizard, I'm afraid. Just a very unfortunate circumstance that could happen to anyone."
Rose peeps up, "That's not what Uncle Gareth said!"
Zova smiles, "Well. At the end, its just good your mother was able to be helped. She is a very capable woman, and I'll do my part as well to make sure it doesn't happen again."
Madeleine nods, "Quite capable, thank you Zova -- really Fabien, Rose -- you needn't worry about it."
Madeleine continues, "... Meanwhile how were classes this week, children? Fabien, have you been helping Rose with her letters?"
Zova finishes her cup of juice, licking her lips ... and looking almost guilty as she goes to retrieve a second helping, sitting back down as they discuss schooling.
Fabien nods, "Yes auntie ... we went over some of what I needed to read for lessons, talking about the different temples and religions."
Fabien asks, "I remember when I was little in Baldur's Gate they had lots of temples there ... different then the ones here, why is it there isn't a temple of Gond here in Luskan? Auntie Maddie talks about it every once in a while."
"Different regions revere different gods in different ways, is all." Was the best Zova could really offer to that matter, "You don't see any temples to the Earth Mother outside of the Moonshaes, either."
Fabien nods a little, looking to Zova curiously.
Madeleine chimes in, "Baldur's Gate doesn't have a temple of Auril either -- so, yes, things differ from place to place."
Madeleine rises, "At any rate -- excuse me and Zova for a moment, children."
Zova's eyebrows raise at that. She takes a quick drink from her juice, in case she was not returning to it anytime soon and follows her companion.



Madeleine nods at Zova and pulls her into a side room, a bedroom packed in with bookshelves and a few dolls that obviously belong to a little girl, "How do you feel -- it's quite the crowd here at home."
Zova offers a laugh, "Quite fine, really! A little guilty on my own part for indulging in the food and drink, but it's been lovely. I promise, a little morning gruffness doesn't put me off."
Madeleine tidies the room as she speaks: "Thanks for your patience, Zova - meanwhile, did you have any plans for the day? I've been intend to spend most of the day with Rose -- maybe head to the market or have a walk in Close to enjoy the sunshine and nature."
She pauses a moment to pick up some assorted dolls and toys, putting them onto shelves and into bins, then sighs "I'll have speak with Rose about tidying as well ... She's leaving her toys all over."
Watching, Zova responds, "I did not have much in the way of plans today, I had just intended to spend it helping you as I could. Though obviously, if you need time with Rose, I can explore Luskan for a few hours."
Zova's companion pauses her cleaning to look to her, "Ah, if you don't mind then. Maybe we could meet at the Seven Sails for a meal in the early afternoon -- it's really a wonderful inn, finest in the city: prices aren't too extreme either. I'd stay away from the ruins of Illusk and generally south of there: ever since the departure of the pirate-lords it's been safer but there are still some ne'er-do-wells who tend to hang about there."
"Of course, that would be lovely. Enjoy your time with your daughter, Madeleine." The monk smiles widely.
Madeleine smiles, then puts on an upset look as she storms back out of the room holding a toy that was previously tossed haphazardly on the floor. The shrillness of her voice is clearly audible, even in the other room: "Rose!"
Zova covers her mouth to hide a laugh, finishing off her second cup of juice before she heads down to the door out of the tailor shop. As she descends and heads out the door to the street, Madeleine's muffled voice is still recognizable above the din of the noise outside, still launching an apparent tirade of sharp words at her daughter, along with some meek child-like responses.

Zova steps out into a city street that was far busier than previously, the din of an open marketplace a few blocks off almost overwhelming -- hawkers calling out their wares in the bright morning, folk negiotiating and arguing loudly -- the general tumult of the start of a busy day in the city.
The monk wanders into the market, floating between the stalls as things begin to open and come to life, specifically keeping an eye for for some kind of toy or gift for Madeleine's nephew.
As she wanders she spots a few stands with toys: dolls and figures of painted wood and cloth (especially pirates and sailors), wooden swords and shields, clay whistles, little drums, and a hobby-horse or two and some little wooden boats.
Remembering Fabien's father seemed fond of sailors, Zova buys a set of sailor figures of painted wood, tucking them into her satchel for the time being as she continues to wander for things of interest.
Meandering through the rows of shopkeepers and merchants she sees the stalls contain lots of fresh produce from outlying farms: vegetables, fruits, milk, eggs, cheese and milk, meats, juices, beer and ciders, firewood, assorted trinkets, clothing and household goods. A little further off in one corner of the market are a collection merchants peddling finely-smithed crafts from Mirabar: statuettes, ornate jewelry, tools, cutlery, candlesticks, ornate coffers, even some arms and armor.
Zova stops to examine the clothes and jewelry, taking a look at the local fashions and buying a few articles to tuck away into her satchel before continuing on -- she considers that it would probably a good idea to locate the Seven Sails for later.
Asking about, a few locals point out the Seven Sails is in the direction of a large water tower the monk passed as she first headed to the market, the Needle: the tower is generally visible from most anywhere within the center of town.
Meanwhile as she inquires ans searches for the inn, life continues on in the city market: a number of merchants unloading cargo and ferrying it into and out of warehouses nearby, farmers are carting wares to and from the market by mule and donkey, even a few street performers playing music, dancing, juggling trying to earn a few coins here and there.
Amused by the antics of the performers, Zova enjoys the music and dancing, offering a few coins, and so spends most of the morning relaxedly exploring the marketplace.


The sun sits overhead in the early afternoon, it ends up being about time to head to the Seven Sails -- a tall structure made of massive timbers that looks something like a giant shark's fin -- there are numerous windows dotted along the outside, each with a little flower-box with colorful plants blooming in season.
A number of travellers bustle to and fro inside the inn, the smell of fresh cooking wafting from the open doors and windows.
A surprisingly charming tavern in this land of pirates and skullduggery Madeleine had described! -- Zova thought to herself as she hurried on in -- if the mage was not there, she could at least get a table.
As she enters into the inn, she finds herself within a rather luxuriant entry-hall, filled with fine draperies, chairs, sofas arranged a large hearth.
A clerk sitting at a nearby table quickly rises coming to greet Zova with a polite greeting, "A fine afternoon, madam -- looking to spend some time with us?"
The chamber is desolate except for the Zova and the clerk addressing her with the assorted tables near the chairs and couches seem more decorative than practical for dining.
A little surprised at the vacancy which she did not expect, Zova smiles to the clerk and inclines her head, "I was meeting a friend here, yes -- I'd like a table for two, if one is available?"
The clerk looks to the woman a little oddly, "Oh -- let me see, by chance are you Zova? Your friend is already in your room, waiting."
"Come, it's this way" Without waiting for a response the clerk leads on, directing her to follow as he heads up the stairs.
"We have a room?" Zova tilts her head slightly -- obviously unfamiliar with the process. She follows along though, however, affirming her identity indeed as Zova.
The clerk eventually stops ascending after reaching the third floor, then raps on one of the doors before unlocking it with his key.



"Here you are, Madam --" He opens the door for Zova and steps aside: Madeleine and Rose are at the dining table, Rose scribbling on a piece of parchment with some charcoal and Madeleine gazing off distantly, while watching her. The apartment itself is of a similar style as the inn, elegant draperies and furnishings, complete with a bedroom at the side and the main dining area where everyone is sitting.
The monk nods to the clerk before stepping within.
The clerk continues, "I believe your friend already has a menu -- I will wait here until you have decided and then the food will be brought up."
"Oh Zova, you're here - excellent," Madeleine perks up "Sit, sit."
"Oh, thank you very much." She nods to the waiter again, then smiles brightly, perking up a bit herself upon seeing Madeleine. She comes over to take a seat, "Afternoon, Madeleine. Little Rose."
"I hope you don't mind -- I took the liberty of fetching a room for the night here in case you wanted it. Doubtless will be crowded at the house and nowhere near as luxurious." Madeleine lifts up the menu off the table and offers it out as she speaks, "Here, if you wish to take a look -- the finest Luskan cuisine."
As she holds it out, Madeleine points to a specific item on the menu, "I recommend the brassla -- it's about as traditional Luskanite as they come: rice with a fine mince of ingredients, seafood and meats, all simmered and fried."
She adds "Oh -- and the salmon cream over asparagus: salmon-and-cheese sauce that is poured over cooked asparagus, really delightful."
Zova takes the menu, overlooking it: it's enormous, containing lots of assorted dishes, most concentrated on seafood with octopus, squid, fish, oysters, clams.
Smiling, she mentions, "It is not a problem at all. I don't want to cramp up the house any more than it needs to be." At reading the general description of the brassla, she nods, "A good recommendation. Closer to my standard fare as it is."
Madeleine then addresses the clerk, "Wonderful then -- sir? An order of brassla, some oyster stew for me, the fried fish for my daughter here and maybe an order of salmon cream to share. Anything else, Zova?"
"A cup of tea would be lovely. Green."
Madeleine blinks, "Oh, yes -- something to drink: what would you like, Rose? Milk or juice?"
Rose responds, "Juice!"
Madeleine nods, "A tea, juice, and a glass of white -- whatever you have on hand."
"A lady after my own heart." Zova winks at Rose and lightly nudges her with a smile.
Curly nodding, the clerk hurries downstairs.


Madeleine smiles, inquiring to Zova, "So, you seem to have found it here -- how do you like the city?"
"I like it. A slightly different feel than the Gate, but I enjoy the market place far more. Truthfully feels like more of a port city despite both of them being on the water," Zova smiles at this, leaning back in her chair comfortably.
"That it certainly is -- seems there are always merchants and sailors going here and there ... Rose and I took a little time to get prepared but we were in the market late this morning as well, after stopping at a few shops. Rose here was particularly enthralled at a puppet show," Madeleine smiles at her daughter.
Rose perks up with an excited look, "Ya, it was funny when they got all angry at each other and got in that fight!"
Zova looks to Madeleine briefly as she speaks, "Oh! Speaking of. Would now be a good time ...?"
"Good time?" Madeleine returned a quizzical glance to her friend.
"The --" Zova mouths 'gift'.
Madeleine blinks then looks between Rose and Zova "I suppose it should be ..."
Zova grins excitedly and looks to Rose, "So, little Rose. I brought you a gift!"
"Huh? The little girl looks at Zova with wide eyes.
"Don't say 'Huh' Rose, be polite," Madeleine chastises sternly.
Zova reaches into her satchel, producing the pot of paint and some brushes that she pays on the table. She taps the pot, and speaks quietly as to preserve the mystery, "This is magic paint, Rose. Almost anything you draw with it becomes real!"
Rose looks on with rapt attention, enthralled.
Zova opens the pot of paint, and takes out a piece of paper. She dips the brush in the pot, and then paints a small charm bracelet -- looking like it was studded with little ruby hearts. Clear it's nothing fancy from Zova's end, though the paints change color automatically as the strokes continue!
Finally, Zova puts down the brush ... pinches the paper ... and lifts, and the bracelet comes right off the page! "Tadaaa!" Zova exclaims as she holds out the newly-created trinket -- of course, the 'rubies' are just colored glass, but it certainly looks nice!
"Mommy mommy! Did you SEE THAT!!" Rose exclaims with glee.
The child grasps for the paints eagerly.
Madeleine tsks as she holds her daugher back, "What do you say?"
Rose ignores the question just going after the paints; her mother then sharpens her tone, "What do you say, Rosalynn?"
At that Rose looks up blankly at them.
Madeleine, frowning, asks, "Are you going to thank Zova for such a wonderful gift?"
Not really looking at anyone but the paints the little girl mutters, "Thank you, aunt Zova ..." before grasping madly to reach for them again.


The door to the chamber creaks open again: the server, returning back, carries a tray of steaming-hot edibles, a small plate of breaded fried fish and vegetables for Rose, a milky-white stew for Madeleine, and the large bowl of golden rice mixed with finely-chopped fried meats covered in a rich sauce for Zova.
On the side sit their drinks and a bowl of asparagus, covered in a rich, creamy pink sauce -- it all smells marvelous.
"Time to put the toys away," Madeleine commands, "We can play with them after we eat ..."
Rose clearly looks more than a little disappointed, but pokes at her food as it is served.
Zova smiles, putting the pot back in the paint and putting them aside for now, "Now, make sure you don't use it all. And anything you paint with these you have to run by your mother, or else I'll be very cross. Okay?" Zova smiles to Rose before turning to pick up her meal and pick at it with her fingers -- "Mmming" at the golden rice.
Madeleine passes Zova her tea and sips at her wine while munching on spoonfuls of oyster stew.
Rose, meanwhile, pokes at her fish with a spoon, her eyes fixed on the paint looking between the two adults, "Can I play with the paint after eating?"
Madeleine glances towards Zova, "I was thinking of going to the park after ... what do you think, Zova? If we go you can paint there."
"That sounds lovely. I didn't get to see the park, and I'm excited to see what you can come up with there, Rose." Zova smiles knowingly to Madeleine then nods to Rose. She takes another sip from her tea and sighs happily, "I have to say, Madeleine. I have eaten more today than I have in the last year. It's been quite wonderful."
Her friend chuckles, "Well save some room for supper: Elise is quite the cook! I figure we can head back at around five or six bells"
Madeleine munches on the oyster stew, then serves herself some asparagus, "How are you liking the rice dish? Try some of this creamed salmon asparagus by the way, it's quite succulent."



"Rose! Don't play with your food," Madeleine chides Rose as she's pushing about her peas and carrots with her spoon.
Rose grumbles a little, pausing, "Sorry mommy ..."
Rose sips her juice, pokes at (and manages to eat) a little of her food, and then begins drawing again on parchment she was scribbling on when Zova first entered, entirely ignoring the half-finished meal.
Zova takes a helping of the creamed salmon asparagus, taking a bite ... smiling as she closes her eyes with a hum of approval before eating the rest down. She looks to Rose, leaning over a bit to be a bit silly as she looks over her meal, "What's wrong with your lunch?"
"I'm not hungry ..." Rose mutters as she is drawing, looking over to her as-yet untouched present of paints eagerly.
"You want to get big and strong, don't you?"
Madeleine smiles, listening to the pair's conversation.
Rose sets down her drawing and looks at Zova, "I do ... but I want to play ..."
"Tell you what. If you eat up all your lunch? I'll paint with you too. And show you some other neat things when we go to the park."
Madeleine smiles, almost in relief as Rose peers eagerly between Zova and her food, then picking up her utensils and continuing to eat.
Zova leans back and picks at another piece of the salmon asparagus. She gives only the most subtle of nods to Madeleine.
Her friend murmurs, breathing a sigh, "I owe you."
Zova shakes her head just a little at that with a smile still, finishing off her lunch down to the last piece of rice she gets with her thumb.
Draining the rest of her glass once Rose and Zova finish, Madeleine asks, "Well then, shall we be off? Ah -- and by the way Zova, here's the key to the room if you'd prefer to stay here tonight -- either way it's already been paid for." She slides a large iron key over to Zova.
Rose peeks up, as Zova takes the key, "Are you leaving tomorrow then ... ?"
The monk looks to her friend, "Madeleine, I could have happily covered myself -- I hate to impose on you. But thank you." She bows her head, then looks to Rose and smiles "I am, little Rose ... but anytime you want to see me, and your Mother says it is alright, I am happy to pop in."
Madeleine playfully tussles Rose's hair, "Or maybe if Aunt Elise agrees you and your cousin can visit and see Zova in Baldur's Gate -- but only if you both behave."
The little girl nods faintly, "I promise I'll be good ..."
"Let's head out then, the wood is just on the other side of the market, not too far of a walk," Madeleine speaks as she rises.
She packs up Rose's drawings and her newly acquired gift and piles the empty dishes together, then leads Rose by the hand out from the room, signalling Zova to follow.
Zova joins the wizard and her daughter, locking up the room behind them -- it was her's for the evening, after all -- and follows out of the establishment to where the other two lead.


The group passes again through the market and then turns south along Reaver's Run, the main street of the city -- a large walled compound, slightly on a hill, with trees poking up behind it is visible on the right as they head down the street.
Eventually a gate is visible and beyond it, a thick wood with assorted trees, surrounding a grassy knoll.
Madeleine informs, "Here we are at the Close -- this used to be where the captains resided in their private wood before they were deposed; now it's more or less a public park. Really a wonderful breath of fresh air in the middle of the city."
She settles everyone down beside a knotty ash tree at the edge of the clearing, placing her satchel down beside her and pulling out a book from within.
Meanwhile a black cat peeks out from within the satchel and cautiously wanders out, much to Rose's amusement as her attention shifts to the feline, nuzzling it, "Cailin!"



Rose's attention is diverted by the cat as Madeleine looks up from her reading at Zova "Thank you for being willing to come visit, Zova -- it's something of a joy to be able to host visitors as I've felt a little disconnected for so long."
"Though even being able to see Rose every week or two ... it is hard to be separated too long," she sighs a little, patting Rose gently, "Still, despite the heart ache at times, it's absolutely worth it."
Zova sits down, relaxing as she stretches out her legs and leans back on her palms. The monk smiles before chuckling, inclining her head, "I was curious why you invited me out. I am glad it is helping you relax and connect more." Zova looks to Rose as she plays with the cat-familiar, "I can understand the sentiment."
"I ... suppose I've felt a little disconnected. Living two different lives: one in the south and one here -- and the hope to bridge that divide in some way ..."
"Does that make sense?" Madeleine looks inquiringly to her friend.
"It very much does so," Zova offers a sympathetic smile.
"Mmm, speaking of being connected ..." Madeleine eyes Rose as she is playing with the cat, "Have you thought about it, having a family?"
Continuing, Madeleine ponders, "I always worried it would make me tied down - restricted ... I suppose it does that but it is absolutely worth it. I can't imagine life without little Rose anymore."
"She's so precious ..." Madeleine sniffles a little as her eyes well up.
Zova nods a bit, "I have ... tried, in various ways. I will be the first to admit, things do not ... tend to work out romantically in my regard. Partners usually wander to their own destinies."
"You're a charming, attractive, independent woman, Zova -- perhaps those qualities aren't admired and treasured everywhere but I know they are here in the north. Perhaps it's the cold winters and how families are often apart while one or the other is at sea: people tend to be strongly independent and treasure that in others."
"If you are interested my sister is quite the matchmaker ..." Madeleine raises her eyebrows dangerously.
Zova snorts out slightly, shaking her head, "I make a try every now and then, but I think I'm going to try thr art of not trying for a bit ... I have much to focus on besides."
Madeleine smiles a little and nods, "Make sure to be forceful with Elise then if she brings it up: she can get a little pushy at times. I suppose she has seen herself as taking Mother's role -- the two were always a little closer, growing up ..."
Zova nods a bit to Madeleine with a smile, "I tend to become interested in bonds rather than matchmaking or the like."


"At any rate -- Rose, would you wish to play with the new present Zova gave to you? Madeline pokes at Rose whose ears perk up. "If you ask nicely maybe Zova can teach you how to use it correctly."
With the cat in her lap Rose looks eagerly to Zova.
Noting Rose's interest, Zova scoots over to her, "Why don't you ... draw a little toy for your cat, mm?"
Rose looks questioningly at Zova, "Like a mouse? Will it move around like a real mouse?"
"Oh, no. It cannot create living things. It would be a toy! Here, watch," Zova, getting the paints from Madeleine, makes a little drawing of a mouse. She pinches it out ... and it's a little stuffed mouse! "It's all about your imagination when you paint."
Rose gapes on with eyes wide in astonishment, "Wow..."
"Now you think of something! Anything you want. And hold it right there in that pretty head of your's." Zova taps her forehead playfully with a smile And paint."
"Mommy why don't you make anything like that?" Rose complains as she reaches for the mouse to tease the cat with.
Madeleine rolls her eyes but smiles "Seems like Rose will actually make good use of this -- unlike most of the other toys I've gotten her -- discarded in a corner after about half a day or so."
"Your mother can do some pretty amazing things." Zova adds with a wink.
Rose eagerly begins painting a little picture of a house, her tongue sticking out in intent concentration as she works: in the end it's very crude and childish but vaguely resembles the building where she lives.
She presents it proudly as she finishes then looks questioningly to Zova, "Now . . what?"
Zova leans over, adding a quick little addition to the drawing: a little drawing of Zova and a little one of Madeleine.
"Now ... just pinch the house right there on the paper ... and pull up slowly!"
Rose purses her lips in concentration -- in a look rather reminiscent of Madeleine's gestures -- then squeezing the corner of the page gently lifts up off the parchment.
As she does, a fully formed (albeit crude, as described) rendition of their house starts to lift off the paper, as if it were being stored in a hole.
Rose stares on bug-eyed.
"Don't stop! Keep pulling!" interjects Zova.
Rose keeps pulling carefully, mouth agape in astonishment and wonder, until the little house rests in both of her little hands.
"Wooooooooooow . . . did you SEE that Mommy?!"
"Tadaaaa." Zova pinches the paper to pull up the two crude dolls of herself and Madeleine, placing them down beside Rose, "And now you have people to live in it, too!"
Rose squeals in excitement as she reaches for them -- meanwhile the cat on her lap getting a little annoyed and trotting off.


"Uhoh I'm worried Rose is going to be up all night painting and drawing on everything in the house ..." her mother chuckles nervously.
Zova reaches out to stroke a hand down the cat's back as it trots away, "Now, there is only so much paint in there, Rose. So make sure you use it wisely - and only what your Mom says is okay to paint, okay?"
Rose looks a little uncertainly between the new toy, Zova and her mother ... then nods.
Madeleine nods, "I'll give it to Aunt Elise and she'll let you and Fabien play with it if you both behave -- finish your lessons and do your chores."
Zova nodding at Rose, affirms, "Those are important. Following my lessons is how I got to be where I am."
Rose nods a little "Promise... cross my heart."
Madeleine turns her head towards the sky, "Well, we should think about slowly heading back home -- you can bring the house and dolls we made to show to Fabien and Esteban -- What do you think, Rose?"
Rose smiles and starts helping pack up the paints paper and toys.
Zova herself helps pack up whatever little things they have as well, standing up. With Madeleine's assent, she easily lifts little Rose up and on to her shoulder. Zova was a tall woman: it's quite the view for such a child.
Madeleine scoops up her cat back into her satchel, watching as Rose squeals in delight as Zova lifts her up.
Rose meanwhile laughs, peering around, "Thanks aunt Zova -- can you carry me back home like this??"
Madeline slings her bag over the shoulder again, folding her arms looking at Rose skeptically "Will you promise to eat all your dinner, Rose? -- even your vegetables?"
Zova laughs quietly, but nods, "So long as you eat your vegetables, like your mother says. Truth be told, vegetables are my favorite part." She winks.

With everything gathered the small group makes their way slowly back through the town as the sun is lowering in the sky -- through the outskirts of the market again, past the large water-tower in the center of town, walking by the Seven Sails inn once more, and then a little further back to the modest tailor shop where Gareth was closing down for the evening.
Gareth gives a gruff nod in greeting as they enter, "Gone most of the day, eh? Elise is upstairs and I think almost ready with supper."
An intense scent of cooking meats mixed with garlic wafts down the stairs into the shop itself.
Zova sets down Rose as they come to the shop's entrance so her mother could guide her in properly. She gives a nod to Gareth as they enter, "Indeed. Explored a bit of the city and the docks. It feels very different than the Gate."
Madeleine leads everyone up the stairs as Gareth is wrapping up for the evening. In the center of the apartment Elise is darting to and fro, directing Fabien to place settings at the table, dealing with pots nearly boiling over by the fire, cutting up vegetables in the kitchen, all while watching her little toddler Esteban and trying to keep him from getting himself into trouble.
Elise breathes a sigh of relief, "Madeleine! Mind watching the cooking for a moment while I get things prepared? Just make sure nothing burns or gets spilled. Thought I'd be done by now but Esteban was being fussy and troublesome ... We ought to be ready to eat fairly soon."
Madeleine jogs off to keep watch over the cooking while Elise continues to dart about the apartments, whilst Fabien prepares the last of the settings on the dining-room table: enough placing to seat seven.


Gareth makes his appearance heading up the stairs, settling in at the head of the table. Drumming his fingers impatiently, his gaze follows his wife who is still bustling about, busy with final preparations: pouring things into serving bowls and plates, carrying them to the table, setting and adjusting final placings. Little by little finally everyone in the household settles down at the table as the food is being presented.
On the table sits a hearty steaming serving bowl of seafood-stew with complete with assorted shellfish, fishes, onions, tomatoes, peppers, serving as the main dish. Beside that is a mound of boiled potatoes with a creamy herb sauce -- alongside sits another bowl of cooked vegetables: carrots, peas, and turnips.
A plate of piping-hot dinner rolls lies nestled between all else at the center of the table; numerous bottles of mead, beer, and juice lie littered across the table ready for everyone to quench their thirst after a busy day.
Elise nearly collapses into her chair and then smiles tiredly at her husband, "Well, Gareth would you want to do the honors?"



Gareth nods, then bows his head a little and speaks, "We thank our good fortunes this day for a feast we can share in good company -- that our family and our visitors are in good health -- that the shop is doing well -- and that our city is safe and at peace. And most of all thank you to my lovely wife for putting together -- Eh! Stop it Fabien!" he shoots a glare at the boy who is abscording with a dinner-roll as he speaks, "-- my lovely wife Elise who put together such an appetizing meal."
After a glance at Zova, he adds, "And, I suppose, Madeleine for bringing this foreigner to visit -- hopefully she gets to see some proper Northern hospitality!"
A hint of a smile plays on Madeleine's lips at the comment; meanwhile everyone begins to dig into the dinner -- Madeleine helps serve Rose an appropriately small portion and Elise assists little Esteban with getting some food a toddler can easily consume.
Once she finally has a moment to herself Elise looks towards Zova, "This was your first time to Luskan, yes? What have been your initial impressions -- I know down south it gets a bit of a negative reputation but I find it's really a lovely city ... what do you think?"
Zova takes the eating rather slowly, only needing minimal portions it would seem -- but enjoying every bite. After savoring a morsel, she inclines her head in response to Elise, "You hear quite a lot of things about Luskan in the Gate, but it is nothing at all like I heard. It is very vibrant, and unique."
Fabien, the older boy, looks to Zova and pipes up, "What do they say about it Miss Zova? Here they say Baldur's Gate and Waterdeep are 'filled with stuck-up rich types.'"
Elise shoots a reproachful look at her son for the comment.
"That is not entirely incorrect," Zova smirks at Fabien. "Well, the stories I heard, Luskan was ruled by mad wizards and pirates. Made it sound dangerous to walk the streets."
Garteth nods, "It's not untrue, Fabien -- Luskan could be a pretty rough place if you crossed a High Captain or the Hosttower. It's gotten a little better -- but those Lord's Alliance types want to make this a new Waterdeep and we here in Luskan are a fiercely independent lot."
Elise meets eyes with her sister, nodding, "It's why the two of us: me and your Aunt Madeleine ... left."
Madeleine affirms, "Agreed -- but Luskan needs men and women of good character to be involved in affairs, otherwise the pirate-captains and their agents will worm their way back into power."
Pausing to look to her brother-in-law, she continues, "It's why I've been pressing you, Gareth, to be more involved in the city guilds and councils -- this is a different Luskan than years ago and you needn't worry about painting a target on your back."
Gareth grunts a little in response, noncomittal.


The conversation dies down a moment as those assembled continue feasting on the meal, passing along the many dishes and bottles of drink -- Madeleine and Elise in particular attain a rosy-hued glow in their cheeks after a few cups of mead.
After taking another heaping of stew Madeleine pipes up, "Elise -- you really have outdone yourself this time: what on earth did put in this seafood stew to make it so savory? Mussels, fish. . . is this crab as well?"
Elise smiles, "It was mother's old recipe, just modified a little -- I still remember from when we were young. I think I remember she changed it up now and again with new ingredients too."
"In this case I dropped by the docks earlier today and chatted with the fishermen and asked what they had lots of: mussels mostly, clams -- some crab yes -- fish -- and an octopus too, though a small one."
There's a soft yelp as Rose wrinkles her nose, "Eww, octopus?"
Madeleine tsks, "Eat your dinner, Rose. Or no dessert." Shifting her gaze from Rose she smiles weakly to Zova, giving her a knowing look.
Fabien teases, "If you eat octopus it will grow into a little octopus in your belly and then eat you from the inside!!"
Rose blanches, pushing away her stew.
Elise glares at her son, chastising, "Fabien! Quit talking nonsense and scaring your cousin. Octopus is very good for you, dear -- it helps you grow up big and healthy, like your mother and I."
Elise then turns to Zova, "Does seafood not agree with you? I noticed you didn't take much ..."
"Ah... no, no. If we are being honest, I do not eat very much at all. Already being here I have eaten perhaps two weeks worth of what I normally do." Zova smiles brightly to Elise, bowing her head, "Which is my compliment to your cooking."
The monk then looks over to Rose with a smile, taking a spoonful of the stew, "Octopus is actually very delicious, despite how it sounds."
Madeleine glances to Zova with a wry smirk, "So that's the secret for your figure: just not eating?"
Zova glances to Madeleine at that wry look, smirking a bit herself and inclining her head, "I imagine it helps."
Elise rolls her eyes and rushes off to deal with the toddler trying to get himself into another mishap.


Gareth, wrapping up his food, leans back a little in his chair and lights up an old clay pipe, "Really hit the spot, Elise."
He takes a few deliberate puffs, looking between Madeleine and Zova, "So when are the pair of you heading out again, tomorrow?"
Madeleine looks towards Zova a moment, "Yes -- likely just in the morning soon after I can prepare for travel. I'll be able to stay a little longer next time."
The monk nods her thanks to Elise as the meal ends, then looks to Gareth, "Indeed. I must thank you all again for your hospitality. I hope I didn't put you out much."
Elise smiles, "Not at all -- always good to meet the friends of Madeleine. Gareth do we still have any of that dessert wine? Would be cozy to settle by the fire and have some after-dinner drinks."
Gareth nods a little while contemplatively puffing on his pipe, "Should be a bottle somewhere ..."
After a pause he rises, glancing about casually, "Wouldn't mind a sip or two -- feeling a little parched."
Gareth heads up a rickety ladder up to the attic making something of a ruckus as he is evidently searching.
Madeline and Elise busy themselves with cleaning the table, awaiting Gareth's return -- eventually he descends again, a dusty glass bottle tucked under his arm, "Found it."
Taking another couple long puffs on his pipe, he uncorks the bottle and fills up four minute stemware glasses, passing them along to each of the adults, "Drink up."
Gareth and Elise meander over to the fire, settling in chairs by one another smiling at each other, sipping.



The children, meanwhile, are drowsily half-napping by the fire next to their assorted toys and play-things.
Madeleine takes a sip gazing at the sleeping children with a distant smile on her face, "It's funny ..."
"I remember when mother and father used to do the same thing -- after a dinner when guests were visiting, we would just sit in a pile while the adults chatted about the politics, merchants in the market, or other such boring things."
"Now we're doing the same thing -- whatever happened to us, Elise? Promising we would never become old and boring." Madeleine laughs to herself.
Elise smiles fondly, "I remember ..." She pauses to softly sigh, "Remember when Stephanie would scold us? Madeleine you used to always get mother and Stephanie so cross --"
Madeliene and Elise meet eyes, silent for a moment. Madeleine speaks up, quietly, "They would be quite the grand-parents now, I'm sure."
Again an extended silence. "And Stephanie -- I ..." she lets out a soft breath, "Poor Stephanie. You know it is possible, Elise ... with enough coin -- we could ..."
Elise presses her eyes closed, "I don't know Madeleine -- you know already what I think about such things. Let them rest: I know it's hard but to toy with such things is --"
Madeleine swiftly interupts, hardening her tone: "No Elise. Just straight-out no. We cannot accept things as they are -- the reason we are here together is because we actively made choices, without looking back. Think about it: you would still be in Amn, wouldn't have met Gareth."
Eyes smouldering, she continues, "I intend to follow this to the end, despite what time may have passed. Rose deserves it."
Elise's features darken into a frown.
Gareth, silent, merely glances between them, puffing his pipe.
Zova quietly looks between them ... looking to Gareth ... then back to Madeleine as she sips from her tea, much in the same way he just puffs his pipe.
Elise snaps at her sister: "You might have become accustomed to toying with life and death but that isn't natural Madeleine. You know that -- you speak of father and mother. They'd be horrified hearing what you busy yourself with now -- corpses, skeletons, other monstrosities -- just like those in the Hosttower!"
Madeleine slams her fist on the side of her chair: "Don't you dare bring mother and father into this --"
The argument is quickly cut short with a sharp unhappy wailing from a newly-awoken Esteban.
Gareth just smirks as everyone's attention is turned to the children stirring awake and rubbing their eyes at the noises.
Madeleine groans and helps her sister attend to the children, still the pair still giving one another dark looks.


As they go to tend to things, Zova looks to Gareth, settling in more comfortably now that the argument has ended, "A heated topic of conversation, I assume?"
Gareth only offers something of a vague shrug, "Comes up every now and again. I've told her -- Madeleine -- before, that such work has few advantages and many disadvantages."
"The arcane arts or adventuring in general?" The monk takes another sip from her drink as she tilts her head.
He snorts, "Well, to be honest I'd say both but it's the Necromancy in particular that she's dead-set against. If it were something else with magic -- if she dabbled a little more in enchantments for fabrics and garments it could be something indeed to see. I've heard there are many fashions with magical garments down south and also out east, like in Silverymoon."
"No, no it's those ghoulish interests she has -- the whole adventuring bit doesn't help either, though: there have been countless times folks have asked questions -- about her specifically -- and here in Luskan you learn first-hand that you keep your head down to avoid trouble."
"Hard enough to keep the little ones safe without ..." He indicates over towards the other room, where Madeleine and Elise were ostensibly putting the children to bed.
He frowns a little "Not to mention what she is planning to do with all that coin she's trying to amass. Absolute folly -- half of what I heard about the man leads me to believe she's better off without him and trying to find a proper new husband."
Gareth hardens his expression, looking point-blank at Zova, "Leaving her and the baby? What kind of man does that."
"I tell you: those Southerners -- may be fancy with words and social graces but when things get tough I'd rather have a Northman by my side."
Zova's eyebrows go up, as if things are suddenly clicking into place all together, "Oh ... she is intending to ... yes, that makes much more sense, now." Zova inclines her head slightly before finishing off her tea.
Gareth continues, "The sheer amount of coin she said she's trying to gather? Well, damned it -- we could buy a damned manor if we wanted to."
He shakes his head, "But that's family -- watch them make stupid mistakes."
Zova turns to look back towards Gareth, "Is ... that something you would want? For you and your family, that is."
He squints looking at the fire, "Something we'd want? A manor? Well -- to be fair I'd prefer being able to get more Amnian silks: the prices I pay are damned highway robbery. The sea-captains in town love the stuff -- mostly to impress their lady-friends but it's rather tough to get your hands on them. Good material to work with too -- supple and delicate."
Zova chuckles, inclining her head, "Its rather easy to obtain where we are -- right on the border of Amn, and all. If you'd like, we can make an arrangement and have some sent to you when Madeleine visits?"
Gareth nods, "I've mentioned to Madeleine she should do her wizardry-nonsense in fetching bolts of cloth: now that would help the family."
"That does seem a good use, if she is already traveling back and forth anyway."
He tsks in return, "Maybe you might be a more effective messenger than me -- I'd be glad for the word if you could convince her at least to remember."
She inclines her head, "I will ensure it, worry not."


After a moment of silence Zova chuckles, putting a hand over her face and rubbing down once, "... I have made quite the fool of myself, Gareth. I wish I had seen what her intent was with her adventuring sooner."
"Eh? He squints at her, "Whatever do you mean by her intent for adventuring?"
She waves a hand slightly, "I made a foolish request of Madeleine before we came here."
He smirks, "Madeleine and foolish requests, well ... not too be too forward but the two go together more often than not... Still, her heart is in the right place. And she does what she can to help."
Zova chuckles, "Well, knowing what I know now, it seems insensitive. But, such is the benefit of hindsight."
"Did you know that husband of hers? Joachim or whatever it was?" Gareth inquires.
"I'd worked with him a time or two some years ago, yes."
"Huh! He looks at Zova curiously, "Well now! Haven't met anyone who actually knew him other than ... well, Madeleine. Elise never even had a chance to meet the chap."
"I will admit, his choice of weapon left more of an impression on me than he did. So I am a poor source of information on the man."
"What were your thoughts? And eh, what's that -- weapon?"
"An enchanted bow with arrows that sang through the air."
"Sang through the air? Quite literally ... tossing death-bringing melodies, sailing into the sky?"
"Higher pitched. Like a ... scream, or a whistle. It is hard to describe, but it was really spectacular at the time."
He snorts, "Ayep. Sounds like a show-off. I think Madeleine tends to fall for the type."
Chuckling, he adds, "Being a little that herself -- but don't tell her I said that."
She chuckles a bit, "Well. To be fair in that regard, I can be too, sometimes. Show-offy. Something I am trying to curb for some time."
Then, turning a little more serious she nods, finger over her lips, "What was said is strictly between us, I promise."

Gareth puffs on his pipe a little more, "So, I noticed you didn't touch your spirits --" He indicates loosely towards the sweetened wine with an inquiring look, "Not much of a drinker?"
"Between us, still?" Zova meets his gaze.
"Huh? Aye, sure --" he nods, "Mum's the word."
She inclines her head, "Until the more recent past ... I was a terrible alcoholic. And a glutton. I ate and drank to excess, without a care for myself -- or others."
"I'm not proud of it. I eventually was able to push drink out of my diet entirely ... and restricted what I eat."
He blinks and studies her with clear surprise, Zova offering something of an embarrassed smile.`
"Certainly doesn't show. If I weren't a married man ..." he winks.
She barks a laugh at his wink, "You flatter me, Gareth. Thank you."
He looks thoughtfully into the fire, taking a few more puffs, "That said -- she's awful stubborn but Elise and I would like having her back here in the city, not on this fool quest of hers."
"Well, on that, I am not sure I can be much aid," the monk replies, "But I can at least promise she is being looked out after. And without shooting singing arrows through the air, I can assure you, I am no slouch."
"Not to mention Rose: she's been misbehaving now and again, claiming her mother said she could do this or that -- it's a bad sign, I tell you." Gareth gives her a serious look.
She nods a bit, "Rebelling without a parent. Mm."
"We do what we can but then Madeleine gets awful cross when we go against her will ... suppose it's that way with sisters -- you have any siblings Zova?"
She inclines her head, "One. She is back home, in Rashemen. She and I do not see eye to eye."
"... actually, much like the situation Madeleine is in."
He snorts a laugh, "Ah, see?"
"Mhm. My sister is far more traditionalist. Wishes to see me home."
"I tell you what though: visit her. Might be cross or angry for a bit -- but she'll appreciate it."
Zova considers this for a few moments ... then nods, "That is sound advice."
"I've no doubt Madeleine could probably help you with whatever magical gobbledegook needed to hasten the trip."
She laughs, "I wouldn't want to put her out. And Rashemen is dangerous among the tribes."
The tailor gazes into the fire, speaking ponderously, "As the years pass though, I see it clearer and clearer: family is what matters. Nevermind the place, or what business you're in."
"Glad I still have my younger brother around myself here in the city. He was always a bit of a meathead -- sailor who tended to get into his cups. But I love the lad and keep an eye out for him."
"I think he's got that air in him though: tends to sign up on this vessel or that, not one to settle down."
Gareth looks thoughtfully towards the fire. "... he's good with the kids, at least. Always brings them a little this or that from some far-off land."



Zova looks towards Gareth, "The air of adventure and wanderlust is a sweet one to breath, I will admit. Drove me quite a bit through my younger years."
"Ah-huh? Were you a sailor too?"
She shakes her head, "A mercenary. I was so determined to prove I was not a traditional Rashemi woman. I was so focused on making a name for myself - collecting trophies, and titles."
Looking into the fire she continues, "All things that matter next to nothing now."
He nods a little, "Thinking of settling down yourself then?"
Turning her gaze off in the distance Zova speaks in a quiet tone, "If I ever found the right person ... the idea has crossed my mind now and again. Opening a school. Teaching my art a bit."
Grinning at Zova, Gareth states, "You know . . . Xavier can be quite the gentleman if he tries -- he's wonderful with kids."
She smirks, inclining her head, "I shall keep such in mind."
"Ah, forgive me -- he'd probably have my head if I didn't at least mention him."
"Nothing to forgive. That is what a good brother does."
Pausing for a moment, Gareth speaks up, "And you mentioned some of your art -- what might that art of yours be, Zova?"
"Martial arts."
"Well now! He looks over Zova with an impressed nod.
"You a boxer then or something?"
The monk nods, "More or less. We call it the art of the open palm amongst ourselves. As well as a rather proficient staff fighter."
"With a dash of magical mumbo-jumbo I won't bore you with." She grins a bit, toothily.
He chuckles, "Those folk are quite popular here in the city -- always a fight or two in the docks most evenings. Some pretty big sums of coin being wagered too: I'll admit I sneak off to one every now and again even though Elise doesn't like it too much."
Gareth shrugs, "She seems to think well of you -- maybe she's just a little misinformed..."
She smiles at that, "In the Gate, we have this ... 'secret that everyone knows' type of arrangement called the King of the Ring. People go down to a series of warehouses, fight for coin and prestige."
Nodding to herself she continues, "I even won, one year. Once again -- much younger time."
Gareth nods respectfully, "Well, well! Prized fighter then. Still do it then, or not so much?"
Zova sits a little straighter at that, "I don't ... but only because it is unfair to them if I compete."
"Unfair? How's that -- best woman ought to win, no?"
She licks her lips once ... looking to make sure Madeleine was out of the room, then back to Gareth, "Can I continue to be frank with you, Gareth?"


Gareth scoots up in his chair a little, draining the rest of his glass.
Nodding at him, Zova speaks, "Before I met Madeleine, I had spent some years in the Moonshaes isles. Familiar with them and their woes the last few years?"
"I hear something now and again but ... not too closely -- what happened?
"Well ... a dead god had cursed the islands: terrible storms, famine. I'll save the boring details, but it was bad business. A few of us spent our time trying to counter-act that curse."
He nods a little at length.
"Secretly, that is. The Queen didn't want it known how bad things were."
"Oh, they got a queen then?" asks the tailor, apparently oblivious.
"Mhm. A powerful woman. Unified all the islands - farmers, northmen. All bow to her. And all were affected."
"But long story short, about ... two months before I came to meet your sister in law, we wrapped up that affair. And in the end, that dead god was not so dead."
Zova leans back in her chair a bit, doing her best to describe the circumstance without going overboard, "I beat that god dead again, Gareth. With my bare hands."
He stares at her at length with widened eyes, looking down at her hands, then drifting his gaze back up to her face.
She inclines her head just a bit, "And I swear to you on the hospitality you have shown me, I exaggerate not."
Gareth merely stammers, "I... I... see."
"So when I say its unfair to compete in things like that ... do you understand why I hesitate?"
Still a little flustered and dazed by the revelation he slowly nods.
"And ... the problem is, Gareth. I can't ... talk to anyone about it. I can't ... vent. Or explain. Because they ... treat me differently. Or push me up to a point where I can't talk to them at all."
Looking to him, the monk continues, "And I was hoping you are the kind of person I could talk to this, as down to Toril as possible."
He still just kind of nods at length, little by little then clears his throat, "Well, uh, I did have the captain of a galleon stop by my shop ... demanding gold buttons on his tunic ... so uh ..."
Gareth coughs once, "So I suppose I do speak with famous folk drop by now and again."
He still remains rather entranced, merely staring at her.
Zova smiles good-naturedly, "And I like hearing about that. You do very well by your family, and I am so humbled to be here."
He scratches the back of his head, nodding at length, "Well you're ... welcome to come by whenever."
Gareth blinks a few times, "And -- and if you're ever in the market for a new tunic or garments, just let me know."
He rests his hands on his lap, smiling sheepishly at her.
"Do you perform tailoring? Alterations?" inquires Zova.
"Of course!" he pipes up, blinking.
She reaches in her backpack, taking out fine silk robes, "I have never had these appropriate tailored. I never found the time, and anytime I try, I just ... well. I would be honored if perhaps you would."
He whistles, eyeing the garments and then turning them over in his hands, "Absolutely, yes -- I'll need your measurements first, of course ..."
"Of course." she nods.
"And Gareth? I would appreciate if Madeleine didn't know about what we just discussed. At least not now? I don't ... want to come off as trying to flaunt or impress her. I don't often get to make friends, and I hope her to be a close one in time."
"You mean the robes?" He winks, "'Tis no shame in having to alter your clothes."
Zova smiles brightly, inclining her head, "Precisely."


Meanwhile the floorboards creak as Elise and Madeleine slowly make their way back into the main chamber by the fire, speaking in hushed tones between themselves, Gareth still holding the robes in his hands appraisingly.
He speaks as they show themselves, "Ah, hello ladies -- children off to bed, stories read, ears washed?"
Zova looks over her shoulder with a chuckle at that.
Elise nods lightly, "As usual they were a little hesitant to head off with Madeleine around ..."
"Excitement, no doubt," observes Zova.
Madeleine looks between the pair, "They tend to be, a little. How are the two of you holding up?"
"Quite well. Talking some business, actually," Zova responds, smiling.
The tailor displays the robes in his hands, "Indeed, Zova is looking to have this altered -- we were about to head down into the shop so I could quickly take her measurements."
"I might also commission something more of the local style, as well, since he'll already have my measurements. For the next time I visit," Zova says as she glances to Gareth.
Gareth nods, "Absolutely -- feel free to look over what's in my shop and I'll make something you'll hopefully enjoy."
He rises, tucking the garment under his arm, "Downstairs, then?"
"Downstairs." The monk stands, inclining her head to Madeleine and Elise. "If you will excuse us a moment."
Madeleine's gaze follows the two as they descend, murmuring something quietly to Elise as she chuckles.
Elise rolls her eyes at her sister in return.



Gareth descends down the stairs and hurriedly lights a few of the candles in the shop, "Don't mean to take too much more of your time."
Zova smiles encouragingly, "Please, take as much of it as you want. It's nice to have people to talk to."
He takes a scrap of parchment and a stick of lead, jotting down a few notes to himself, then pulls out a measuring tape as he eyes his new customer. Gareth's tone turns rather business-like as he commands:
"Hold still, if you please -- raise your arms straight out to the side."
Zova, doing as instructed, holds her arms out to her side.
He then slides into what is an obvious routine -- proceeding to take a number of measurements of Zova's body: her height, her hips, her waist, her bust, arms, legs, and so on, noting them down one by one in his notebook.
Zova seems surprisingly patient throughout the affair, remaining mostly stock-still: as she is moderately busty and muscular, the tailor needs to correct a few readings after his initial inspection: apparently her loose clothes hide it quite well to the undiscerning eye.
"Now ... if you don't mind -- can you change into the robes? That way I can see where they obviously need adjustment on your frame."
"Of course."
"Feel free to change right behind the screen there --" he indicates to a screen on the far side of the room.
She takes the robes and nods, disappearing behind them a few moments. When she returns, she looks far more regal and imposing in presence within the black silk robes, moving to stand where she was before.
He nods a little, "Mm, quite the garments I must say ... now hold still again." Gareth fetches a few pins and slides them into the robe, taking more measurements with his tape and jotting down more notes.
"My favorite, in fact." she asserts as she is pinned.
He murmurs to himself, "We adjust here ... there ..." as he slides pins into the robe to tighten them in spots, "And I think this might be loosened a little ..."
He goes back a step and nods to himself -- then pulls forward a full-length mirror so Zova can see as the robes are newly-adjusted the pins, "There you are -- roughly what I was thinking of doing with it."
It's plain to see the robes have been brought in somewhat to be a little less voluminous but still retain something of its billowy nature; Zova looks in the mirror, admiring his handiwork. She smiles and nods her head, "It is amazing what a trained hand can do."
He nods a little, marking off the garment assorted places in chalk. "Good, good." He carefully begins removing all the pins from the robes, "Do you need it by tomorrow morning then ... ?"
The monk shakes her head, "I am sure we can delay to the afternoon. No sense in making you rush overly. I'd be a pretty poor guest if I came and you had to do more work in your evening."
Gareth furrows his brow, "Mm, no no -- I think I can get it handled before I head to bed -- plus Madeleine does get rather cross if you force her to change her schedule."
"If you're sure..." Zova smirks at the comment, "I can't have her cross at me. How much will I owe you?"
"Tell you what -- if you can manage her to fetch some Amnian silks then free of charge. Being able to change my supplier would be worth it and then some."
She nods firmly, "I'll fetch them myself and have her bring them. This I promise you."
He nods, "Done then. Slip back out of that and I'll get to it."
Zova heads back go slip out of the robes, bringing them back over to the tradesman. She bows her head respectfully, "I appreciate this, Gareth."
She glances up the stairs, then looks back to Gareth, "I will go say goodnight to the ladies before I wander to that inn."
Stroking his beard, "Ah, fair enough then."
"Good night. I'll see you in the morning," Zova bows her head before ascending the staircase to the apartments.
Gareth gives a quick grunt in affirmation as he gets to work on the dress -- meanwhile Elise and Madeleine are still by the fire, sipping wine and conversing in hushed tones.

Zova clears her throat as she arrives back up in the apartments, as not to interrupt: "I am about to head across town. I wished to come say good night, and thank you for a wonderful dinner."
Elise looks up apparently perplexed, "Hm, heading across town?"
"I am staying at an establishment for the night."
"At this hour?" Elise looks between Madeleine and Zova.
"This hour?" Zova asks, turning to Elise at her apparent surprise.
"Are you sure ... ?" Elise peers questioningly at her sister.
The monk smiles reassuringly, "You have already given me so much hospitality. No reason to have you put yourself out more finding me a place to sleep. It is fine, I promise."
Madeleine nods towards Zova explaining to Elise, "I retained a room at the Seven Sails for Zova -- and it's not too late, Elise, just a few hours after sunset."
Elise grumbles a little, giving her big sister a look but nods.
She continues, speaking to Zova, "It was wonderful meeting you -- you'll be by in the morning again, yes?" She rises, stepping forward to give Zova a light hug,
Zova steps over, having prepared to bow -- and ends up being somewhat awkwardly embraced instead. She returns it with a smile and a nod. "As Madeleine says. But I will be back tomorrow morning. I intend to say proper farewells to you and Gareth."
"And thank you, Elise. This was a treat tonight," says Zova as she gathers the rest of her things.
Madeleine rises, nodding to the two, "We won't have time for breakfast -- I intend to head out right about dawn."
Elise snorts, "At dawn -- what's a proper travel without a proper breakfast." She shifts her gaze to the monk, "And you're more than welcome here Zova -- please, come back again any time."
Zova nods, "I will most definitely take you and your husband up on that offer some day."
Madeleine smiles, then gives Zova a light hug as well, "See you tomorrow then."
"A pleasant evening, my friend." Zova steps back and bows, heading downstairs to finally depart.
The two sit down back at the fire -- as Zova heads down the stairs, Gareth is busy pulling out the seams on the robes, holding onto pins in between his lips.
He murmurs a something vaguely resembling a goodbye: "Mmmrph!"
"Likewise." She departs with a laugh, heading out the door and closing it behind herself.



Zova's trip back towards the water tower and the Seven Sails inn goes rather rapidly -- it's no more than a few blocks -- though the town looks far more sleepy at this late hour than during the day.
As she wanders through the streets she takes her time in her walking to enjoy the quiet of the city at night, eventually making her way into the inn.
The inn itself is equally sleepy as the street this evening: a lone clerk is downstairs and no other guests visible. Upon arriving Zova inclines her head to the clerk as she passes and heads up immediately to her room.
As she steps into her room she dresses down to small clothes and flop onto the bed -- far more comfortable than her one back home.
The night passes rather uneventfully: every once in a while her sleep is disturbed by the odd drunk staggering home, singing to himself, but that is all.


Zova awakens before dawn: a meditation and a few exercises has her up and ready for the day, collecting her things and wandering back the few blocks to Madeleine's house.
As she heads out of the inn the streets still clear, some dim lights are visible in the apartments above the shop and quiet noises coming from within. Alas the door to the shop is still locked -- but within the monk sees her robes neatly folded on the table.
Brow furrowed, she knocks ...
... and there is no response.
She purses her lips and scans the street to see if it is abandoned for the moment: there is not a single soul out -- twilight is just starting to appear in the sky, preceding dawn.
Satisfied with not being seen, she immediately leaps up, silently -- at the apex of her jump, she taps on the window lightly before she comes to land once more, without a sound.
After but a moment, the window appears darkened by someone, looking out.
Zova waves up towards her friend from the street in response.
The window cracks open, with Madeleine looking down and speaking hushed tone "Oh -- Zova! Be right down."
The earthbound monk gives a thumbs-up in return, patiently waiting at the door for it to open.
Meanwhile there's an obvious bit of tumult coming from upstairs as Madeleine heads down, soon appearing, illuminated by a candle within the dark shop.


Madeleine hurries over to open the door -- a half-eaten roll stuffed into her mouth: "Mmph," she offers in greeting as the door unlatches.
"So much for no breakfast," says Zova as she playfully taps the roll, heading inside.
Madeleine locks the door behind them, then sets down the candle as she munches the rest of her roll "There's something still in the pantry -- but yes, we won't have time for a full meal. I'm almost finished preparing -- give me a moment to wrap up and we can give our goodbyes and depart."
Zova nods as she picks up her robes. She flashes a fond smile before she tucking them into her satchel carefully, "That sounds fine."
Madeleine hurries up the stairs and calls down after, "I'll get everyone to head down to the shop."


There's a bit more bustling above the tailor-shop; not long after Rose wanders down the stairs sleepy-eyed along with Madeleine -- Elise and her husband follow shortly later.
Rose looks around rather hazily at both Zova and Madeleine, "You're going then, mommy ... ?"
Madeleine responds by squatting down to pick up her daughter and giving her a kiss on the forehead, "You know I need to -- I'll be back in a week. Listen to your aunt and uncle, Rosie. And be nice to your cousins."
Gareth and Elise look between each other, then towards Madeleine and Zova, then Elise breaks the silence, "Leaving from here, the shop, again?"
Madeline nods in response Behind the screen, "Rather not raise any eyebrows by doing it on the street, yes."
Gareth looks to Zova, "Suppose we should say our goodbyes then -- was nice havin' you. Happy with the robes, Zova?"
Zova nods, extending her hand to clasp Gareth's and shakes it firmly, "Thank you once again for your hospitality. And yes, they look perfect."
Gareth gives a nod as he shakes her hand, with Elise soon after stepping forward to offer a little hug as she speaks, "It was nice to meet you -- hope the children weren't a bother."
Returning the embrace, the monk laughs, "The children were a delight, worry not."
Rose meanwhile gives a little wave towards Zova, as Madeline heads behind the screen.
Zova steps over to Rose, crouching down and putting a hand on top of her head, "Remember. Paint responsibly, alright?"
Rose nods a little, peering at the grown-up with as much seriousness as she can muster, "Promise ..."


Madeleine looks back from behind the screen towards the others in the room, "Well, shall we?"
Zova stands and nods, bowing to the family once again, "Thank you, once again. Until we meet once more." She then moves to join Madeleine.
The group nods a little, then the adults head up the stairs, Elise taking Rose by the hand to lead her away.
Meanwhile Madeleine closes her eyes, places a hand on Zova's arm, and begins chanting: a soft crackle of magical energy begins to be audible as she progresses through the incantation.
She concludes the spell with a sweeping gesture and again there is a sharp crack of a discharge of magical energy as the two entirely vanish in a moment of disorientation.


A now-familiar unseen force jerks the pair into a new environment: the two find themselves standing on a bank next to a broad river, right beside a bridge and the walled gates of a city -- Baldur's Gate. The sun sits low overhead as the city begins stirring to life.
After a moment where the two get their bearings, Madeleine brushes herself off, looking somewhat distantly to Zova, "Well, here we are once more."
Zova tilts her head at Madeleine's look, but she bows her head, "Here we are indeed."
She pauses, then asks, "Are you alright?"
Madeleine rubs her eyes, visibly red, "I'm tired, Zova. Just ... tired."
She remains quiet for a moment then announces quietly, as if to no-one in particular, "I think I'll head back to the Sword and Stars to get a little more sleep."
"Of course ..." Zova pauses a moment, pursing her lips, "Madeleine, before you go?"
"If you ever need coin ... for your project. Or anything. Please, do not hesitate to ask. Or feel you are indebting yourself, or anything like that."
Madeleine takes a few steps, then looks back to Zova, offering an almost imperceptible nod as their eyes meet.


Zova remains quiet as the other silently wanders off