| Balar: | {broadcasts} G'day Rhyslin, join me for an ale? |
| Rhyslin: | Good day Lord Balar, sure, I'll join you |
| Balar: | Lilac, joined me for breakfast this morning. |
| Balar: | She indicated you had some ideas regarding the haunting of Castle Darby? |
| Rhyslin: | Yes sir |
| Rhyslin: | It seems to me that the ghost may have been brought here by the leather Daneni used to bung the corks in her barrel |
| Rhyslin: | We've exchanged them, but the ghost still persists |
| Gordon: | 'ello m'Lord, Rhyslin |
| Gordon waves hello. | |
| Rhyslin: | Good afternoon Gordon |
| Balar: | G'morning Gordon. |
| Rhyslin: | Then there's the story that Macca told us of the faeries saying that the ghost would depart if given rest |
| Gordon scratches his beard. | |
| Balar: | Very interesting. |
| Balar: | It sounds like you are making progress. |
| Balar: | What are your intentions for a next step? |
| Rhyslin: | And the stories we've gathered of an ill-fated romance that might have involved Lenore, who is the person that seems to have become the ghost |
| Rhyslin: | If we are going to try to put the ghost to rest, rather than just exorcise her, to who knows what, we need more information |
| Rhyslin: | We've just about exhausted any source of information about Lenore's story--only she knows the ending, I fear |
| Balar: | I agree, you need information. |
| Rhyslin: | So, I've heard that there are ways to talk with the dead, a seance it is called |
| Rhyslin: | It should be easier when the ghost is already here, I presume |
| Rhyslin: | I don't think Lenore is evil, just trapped |
| Balar: | I'm afraid I know virtually nothing of seances or communicating with the dead. |
| Rhyslin: | Well, to be honest, neither do I, but I'm willing to learn if it can help |
| Gordon: | Hmm, ain't that er magic? |
| Gordon scratches his head. | |
| Balar: | You may wish to speak to Leyton. His divine path may have crossed with some knowledge of the deceased. |
| Rhyslin: | Well, it might be that |
| Gordon: | Talkin' ter spirits and stuff. |
| Balar: | Leyton is not the stuffy kind of cleric that disdains all magic so perhaps he knows something of seances. |
| Gordon: | Best not tell Macca of yer plans! {laugh} |
| Rhyslin: | Yes, after speaking with Andella, she did get across that this kind of stuff might be at odds with the Church though |
| Rhyslin chuckles | |
| Balar: | The church would probably not officially support such activities. |
| Balar: | And they might be downright hostile to such ventures. |
| Rhyslin: | Haven't spoken to him since his Faerie visit, maybe he's different |
| Rhyslin: | Yes, but I did think that Leyton might have a more practical view on it |
| Gordon: | Ain't seen 'im. He did send a lad for his ploughshares though. |
| Rhyslin: | I wouldn't want to talk to the Witchfinder about it! |
| Gordon laughs. | |
| Rhyslin grins | |
| Gordon: | I think we can imagine what the Witchfinder would make of it. |
| Balar: | I'll head over to the castle, Brother Leyton might be over there. I'll send him over to speak to you. |
| Rhyslin: | Thanks |
| Gordon: | Time fer a beer then. |
| Gordon stretches. | |
| Gordon: | It's been a busy mornin' at the forge. |
| Gordon: | Hello Joan. |
| Joan: | Welcome. How may I help you? |
| Rhyslin: | What you been up to? |
| Gordon: | Beer please, lass. |
| Rhyslin: | LOL |
| Gordon: | Horse shoes fer the Castle's farrier, few knives and a bit more work on that good quality steel we got in from Wickenburg via Valorde. |
| Rhyslin: | Beer please |
| Gordon: | Hopin' ter get an order or two in fer swords soon. |
| Gordon has given an item to Rhyslin | |
| Rhyslin: | Beer please |
| Joan: | I'll put it on your tab. |
| Gordon: | 'ello Brother! Just in time fer an ale! |
| Leyton: | Joan, could I have a glass of water? |
| Leyton: | Ok, perhaps an ale would be good. |
| Leyton: | Evening isn't so far away. |
| Gordon: | Don't want ter drink water. Dunt know what's in it! |
| Gordon: | Mind you, holy man such as you likely can bless it first! |
| Leyton: | Lord Balar said that you wished to speak with me? |
| Gordon has given an item to Leyton | |
| Rhyslin: | Good afternoon, Brother |
| Rhyslin: | Yes, it is a somewhat delicate matter perhaps |
| Leyton: | Should we speak somewhere more private? |
| Rhyslin: | Perhaps |
| Rhyslin: | Later, Joan |
| Gordon looks at Joan. | |
| Rhyslin: | Back room, or outside? |
| Leyton: | I've always enjoyed the outdoors. |
| Leyton: | Perhaps a stroll in the woods? |
| Gordon: | {loudly} It ain't the sunniest we've had, but it's nice enough |
| Leyton: | Or a view from the hill? |
| Rhyslin: | Yes, pretty nice |
| Rhyslin: | You are welcome to join in too, Gordon |
| Leyton points South East | |
| Gordon grunts. | |
| Rhyslin: | That way? |
| Gordon: | {loudly} Don't mind if I do. |
| Leyton: | {loudly} Come along my friends,. |
| Leyton: | {loudly} Under this tree here? |
| Rhyslin: | This will be fine |
| Leyton: | {loudly} It will shelter us if we have rain. |
| Gordon: | {loudly} Yeah, this is a good spot. |
| Leyton: | Ok, so what did you wish to discuss? |
| Gordon unstoppers a small casket of ale and pours himself another mug. | |
| Rhyslin: | I've been thinking about the Ghost, Lenore, and I'd like to try to contact her spirit perhaps via a seance |
| Rhyslin: | This might be delicate since it may run afoul of Church doctrine |
| Rhyslin: | Not to mention that I don't really know how to do it |
| Gordon laughs. | |
| Rhyslin: | We thought that maybe you had some knowledge on both accounts |
| Leyton: | A seance? |
| Leyton: | Indeed, I'd avoid notice from the official church for such an activity. |
| Rhyslin: | Yes |
| Leyton: | Do you have any skills in speaking with the dead? |
| Gordon: | {loudly} Didn't young Katie talk ter the ghost? |
| Leyton: | Oh, so you don't know how to conduct a seance? |
| Rhyslin: | No, but I am willing to learn |
| Gordon: | {loudly} Seems that choosing this tree was foresighted. |
| Leyton: | My friend, I do not deal in the black arts of magic, but I know a person that you might wish to consult. |
| Leyton: | Ah, a gentle storm... the Lord refreshing the world for us. |
| Gordon raises his eyebrows. | |
| Rhyslin: | Yes, I thought to talk with her, but I think I'll need to speak with Lenore directly to get the infomration I need to free her soul |
| Gordon: | {loudly} ...or castin' judgement on our doings.. |
| Rhyslin: | I'd prefer to think the former |
| Rhyslin: | unless a lightning bolt comes down |
| Rhyslin: | Who is this person that you speak of, Leyton? |
| Leyton: | Ah my friend Gordon, some think the Lord a judgemental master... I prefer to think of him as wonderous and mysterious but loving of his creatures. |
| Leyton: | Along my travels I once met a woman named Agnathia. |
| And lo! The two men and one dwarf stood staring into space for four long hours at the very mention of the name Agnathia! | |
| Gordon: | So who is this woman, Brother? |
| Leyton: | Agnathia, is neither stunning nor homely. |
| Leyton: | Agnathia is perhaps what you'd call a "traditional witch". |
| Gordon rubs his beard at the mention of the word "witch". | |
| Rhyslin: | Keep that from the Witchhunter! |
| Leyton: | She deals largely in tarot readings and other prediction types of magic. |
| Leyton: | You'd be surprised the tolerance the church can have for those that don't stir up trouble. |
| Gordon: | Ah, a fortune teller! Ain't they got one at the Fayre? Well, it were Melody in a horse hair wig, but yer know what I mean! |
| Rhyslin: | Would she know of seances then? |
| Gordon: | She was lookin' into peoples palms. |
| Leyton: | There is a difference between your common fortune teller and one that actually practices the arts of magic in relation to such activities. |
| Gordon nods. | |
| Gordon: | Yeah, doubt Melody knows anythin' of real magic. It's just another act. |
| Leyton: | If you want to have a prayer of a chance of success conducting a seance, I'd suggest you seek out Agnathia. |
| Rhyslin: | Where does she live> |
| Gordon: | She told all the girls they'd marry rich and beautiful husbands and all the farmers that their corn would grow tall as houses {laugh} |
| Leyton: | Agnathia was living in a small house on the outskirts of Wickenburg the last time I saw her. |
| Gordon: | Mmm, Wickenburg. |
| Leyton: | She stays well out of the politics of Bishop Waleran and other such people. |
| Rhyslin: | It's been a bit since I've been to Wickenburg, looks like a trip is in order |
| Gordon: | If you was goin' to Wickenburg, Rhys, you could have a word with Elric, too. He definitely seemed to know somethin' about Lenore and all. Remember it was his inn she used to haunt. |
| Leyton: | Aye, I hope you can make it safely. |
| Rhyslin: | Would you know her enough to write me a brief letter of introduction? |
| Gordon: | That's a good idea. Assumin' she can read. |
| Leyton: | Hmmm... ok... yes, she can definitely read. |
| Leyton: | She's well educated in some aspects of magic and clearly is able to read her tarot cards with ease. |
| Leyton: | We've had several interesting discussions of magic and divine nature. |
| Rhyslin: | Just so she knows it isn't a prank or something to trick her |
| Leyton: | Neither of us has "converted" the other, I suspect we both enjoy the intellectual exchange. |
| Leyton: | Ok, give me a minute to write a short note. |
| Leyton: | Ok, take this note to Agnathia and she should be willing to speak to you. |
| Leyton: | Mind you she does charge for her services so a bit of coinage will loosen her tongue if you know what I mean. |
| Rhyslin: | Luckily, I'm not wanting for money right now |
| Leyton has given an item to Rhyslin |