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"Yeah... I'm sorry about that," he said with a sigh.
"Besides, if there's anything I can do to return the gesture, all you have to do is ask," he added, tilting his head a little and smiling.
Freya raised an eyebrow, running a hand over her chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm maybe there's something you can do," she began, making Merren rather intrigued.
"And what would it be?" he asked.
Freya gently placed her hands on his chest, dusting off his shirt.
"After this whole thing is over, I want you to take me out to dinner," she said, surprising the half-elf quite a bit.
"Are you serious?" asked the other, blinking a little incredulously.
"Of course," she nodded, giving him a winking smile.
"Why? Don't get me wrong, it flatters me a lot but it also makes me very confused."
"Really? Aren't you a bard? Shouldn't you sing praises of joy at having caught the interest of a fine lady? ", Freya said, snorting a light laugh.
"Ehh I'm more of a storyteller than a seducer ...", he shrugged.
Freya rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly with a smile on her face.
"I like you, you're witty, sweet and selfless... things I appreciate in a person and I must say you caught my interest," she said, giving him a kind look.
"Oh... you're quite direct...", he observed, surprised.
"I'm not the kind of girl who pines for a pretty face, if I have something in mind I'll get it done, so... will you invite me to dinner?", she asked, tilting her head a little.
"Mh... yes, yes... certainly, I would be honored", he nodded, his cheeks painted with a light blush.
"I can't wait, good night," she said with a smile and then placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
Merren smiled widely, nodding once more and taking her leave by placing a kiss on the back of the paladin's hand, which caused her to snort a light laugh.
Luz and Amity, on the other hand, were in their room, the latter still shaking a little from the cold of the dragon's lair.
Luz covered her with a blanket, handing her a cup of hot tea while Ghost curled into a ball in her lap in an attempt to warm her.
"Thank you Batata," the witch murmured with a gentle smile.
Luz returned the gesture, sitting next to her as Stringbean snaked around her neck.
"I have to take care of my girlfriend, don't I?" she said, tilting her head a little.
"True," she nodded and then sighed, eliciting a worried look from Luz.
"Is something wrong?" she asked apprehensively.
"Well... I still feel a little guilty about what happened," murmured the witch, lowering her gaze a little.
Luz gave her a serious look, cupping her face in her hands.
"Hey don't say that, it wasn't your fault, that cheater caught you off guard and took advantage of it, it could have happened to any of us"
Amity sighed slightly.
"I know but... I would have liked to do more, if I could have resisted his grip or I don't know, teleported away with a spell or...", she said only to be interrupted by her girlfriend with a kiss on the lips, which caught her slightly off guard.
"Don't think about it, as my history teacher once said, "you don't make history with ifs and buts', which is a way of saying that what happens is determined by what has been accomplished, and not by what could have happened... so you shouldn't worry, but rather you should think about doing your best next time," she sai...
"So don't be discouraged, the next time we face that dirty vampire you will be better prepared," she added, eliciting a grateful smile from the witch.
"Oh Luz..." she murmured, hugging her warmly.
The Latina returned her embrace and then placed a soft kiss on her hair.
Finally they lay down for the night, resting their tired spirits and recovering their energy as the waning of the moon and the rising of dawn marked the twelfth day.
All of them woke up slowly, getting ready and having breakfast and then proceeding with the usual ritual of identifying and distributing the spoils gained from the previous battle.
"Okay, let's start with the simple things, adding up the money collected plus the gems and precious objects, we have an amount worth more than twenty thousand gold coins," Merren began, distributing bags of gold coins on the table and getting an impressed whistle from Luz and a surprised one from Amity.
"Woah, that's quite a sum," commented the witch of abominations.
"Yeah and I split them up so here you go," Merren said, distributing the proceeds to his companions.
"Furthermore, among the magical objects I found a Bag of Holding and a Periapt of Wound Closure, things that we already have and that we can therefore resell and divide the proceeds if you're okay with it," he revealed, obtaining an affirmative nod from the rest of the group.
"Now let's get to the interesting stuff," he added, placing a purple-pink censer with white clouds on the table.
"Censer of Controlling Air Elementals, summons an air elemental at your command once per day... and does basically nothing else, the only notable thing is that it doesn't require a bond... who keeps it? I find it tacky," said the half-elf.
In response Amity took it.
"This is mine, it matches my looks and whatever you think is ugly on principle I think is the exact opposite," she said with a smirk.
"Well, whatever," he shrugged and then showed an onyx statuette depicting a mastiff.
"Onyx Dog, you summon an onyx hound for six hours, it can see in the dark and invisible creatures but after the time runs out a statuette returns and you have to wait a week to summon it again," he explained.
Luz's eyes sparkled when she saw the statuette.
"Uhh magic doggo! I want it!", she exclaimed, quite enthusiastic.
Merren looked at Freya, who shrugged with an amused smile.
"All yours, the command word is "paw up" and to summon it you must throw it to a spot on the ground you see, have fun," Merren exclaimed.
With a broad smile Luz took the statuette and then followed the bard's directions.
When she threw the statuette it grew larger, animating itself into a large black mastiff that sat up, carefully observing its surroundings.
"Come here, you adorable drooling dog!", Luz exclaimed, opening her arms wide.
The hound faithfully followed her order, approaching the young witch and licking her face, which made her giggle a little while Stringbean hovered above it, looking at him curiously.
"Ok... the next item is the Robes of Scintillating Colors, it has three charges you can use to generate a dazzling aura that lasts a dozen seconds, it produces light and anyone who looks at you is stunned", explained the bard, showing a cloak with multicolored scales.
"Uh, it doesn't look bad... could I have it?", Freya asked, somewhat intrigued.
"Of course," the other shrugged, handing it to the paladin.
"Then we have a Studded Leather with a second degree protection enchantment, obviously for the two of us it is not comparable to our armor and are you wearing magical armor, Amity?", asked the half-elf, showing a fine red leather armor.
The witch shook her head, giving them a negative nod.
"Well, congratulations, now you have one too," the other said, handing the armor to Amity who took it with a smile.
"Then the Pipes of Haunting, this object also has three charges and I can produce a melody capable of terrifying anyone who listens to it, useful, I guess I'll take it since I'm the bard", he exclaimed immediately after, taking two flutes made of bone and decorated with skulls, ravens and owls.
"And finally, Oil of Sharpness, this ointment if spread on a weapon or five pieces of ammunition provides an enchantment comparable to one of third degree and lasts an hour ... and three of us here use weapons, who wants it?" , Merren asked, holding up a vial of gelatinous oil and looking at Luz and Freya.
"Mmm five arrows seems a bit low, you two can take it," Luz replied, still intent on getting licked by the dog.
"Take it then," the half-elf commented, handing the oil to Freya.
"Thank you, this will be very useful when we face the vampire," the paladin nodded.
After this, the group headed out of the inn and to the library, hoping to find information about Arcamennon's staff.
They reached the city library, a not too large building consisting of a single room illuminated by windows whose sun's rays fell on five rows of shelves full of books while rectangular tables with wooden chairs were arranged in front of them.
A counter was located not far from the entrance, a young man with short, rich red hair and a rosy complexion with freckles and green eyes behind thick glasses had his gaze fixed on a tome that he was busy writing with a quill.
He was dressed in a simple blue long-sleeved robe with a leather belt around his waist and ankle boots.
His gaze lifted, eyeing the four adventurers who approached him.
"Oh, good morning, what can I do for you?" asked the young librarian with a friendly smile.
"Hello, we would like to seek some information regarding a magical staff that we should recover," Merren began, placing his hands on the counter.
The young man adjusted his glasses with a curious look.
"Mh, what kind of magic staff? Do you have a description?" he asked.
"No, but not the name, the Staff of Arcamennon," the bard replied, eliciting a surprised look from the young librarian.
"Mmm... I've heard this name before," he murmured and then moved away from the counter.
"I'll be right there," he said, going to the back of the library where there were iron cabinets.
It didn't take him long to return to them with what must have been... newspapers?.
The four adventurers showed puzzled looks as the young librarian placed the stack of newspapers on the counter.
"During my routine cleaning I spotted an article from twenty years ago with that name among the newspapers... here it is!", he said, showing the newspaper with a news item relating to the staff.
Or rather, to his bearer.
The newspaper article told of how four heroes had stopped the mad priest Arcamennon from creating an army of undead that he would head towards Pearlpoint to subjugate it.
In addition to this, the place of his defeat was indicated, the Passes of Ocramoore.
"Mmm...Passes of Ocramoore, this will make its recovery extremely difficult if not impossible," Merren commented.
"And why?" asked Luz, perplexed.
"Because that place and the ravine it overlooks leads to a network of underground rivers that lead to everywhere in the Underrealm," explained the bard.
"Underrealm?" Amity asked back, raising an eyebrow.
"The underground realm composed of intricate tunnels and inhabited by dangerous and hideous creatures and the Drow, dark elves... and they are not nice people," he shook his head.
"Mh, maybe that's a good thing... if the staff is lost then Malakia won't be able to complete the ritual and if he ever manages to find it, I imagine it will take more than four days since the Underrealm is vast", commented Freya and then turned nod to the librarian and hand him a gold coin.
"Here, for the trouble," she said with a smile.
The librarian's eyes widened, taking the coin with a wide smile.
"You're welcome and if you need anything else, just ask"
After this the group took their leave, returning to Aluisius's magical emporium to sell any items and recover some materials.
Ultimately they decided that going to the druidic circle where Freya had been raised would be their best option, and informing the young bard of the village's teleportation sigils, the group prepared to set off to a new destination, a new goal in mind.
Protect the Tear of the Goddess, as they would be the last line of defense that would separate the Golic Steppe from the mad and ambitious aims of Malakia Blackwood.
The Drow city of Y'enhil was quite peculiar, an immense area of giant stalagmites and stalactites upon which the homes of the dark elves were erected in spiral formations.
At the base there were the infamous places, composed of ruined houses with purple walls and red roofs with structures typical of elven architecture, curved and twisted.
On the central part there were the tenement houses where common people and merchants lived while at the top, just near the tip there were the nobility of the Drow houses while at the top stood the temples dedicated to Arckowl, the Lady of Secrets and Dark Magic.
And in one of these temples, a cathedral with glowing purple walls and teal stained glass windows illuminated by the bioluminescence of subterranean fungi, a ceremony was taking place.