The Perils of Precociousness
Day of Rule, 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
Perhaps Antonio will think you a fool for it, perhaps you shall live to regret the loss, paying more for a horse than one might for a galley in full sail... and yet it isn't for a horse, no more than Silver is 'a horse'. Megin is one who had come to you to be freed, possessed of reason and free will which priests said were only the province of men and in the dawn of time angels and demons.
The priests were probably wrong, you think as you watch a gnarled old fey with a bell on his hat like a jester, though the bell is curiously silent, lean down and place a piece of bread into a beggar's bowl.
Lost 1,300 Icari
Neither virtue nor vice are found only in the form of man and if one were to allow the nature of angels or demons to all that is not man in this world why then you would o bad of such dreadful company. No you are not wholly certain what it is that surrounds you in this place nor why it is that some beasts speak with the tongue of man. You could not say for certain what makes the clockwork parts that clatter all about turn, but you know enough to get out of the way if any of this folk were to turn a weapon on you and you know also that the pot over yonder that spills out smoke that smells of savory pottage belongs to a cook and a skilled one at that so you shall not resent them the use of arts unknown...
Your musings on the nature of the world are taken off track by the unexpected presence of a sin in your ranks, even if it was the sin of too much curiosity.
"Where did you get this?" Esha's words are low and urgent, her eyes fixed on a whisker-quaveringly guilty looking Swift Pebble.
"You said it was bad, that the Miller was bad, I was... I wanted to know what it did and then we can burn it promise."
'it' is an otherwise unremarkable grey powder that shines when seen out of the corner of one's eye. There's about a handful of it in the otter-kin's bag. A handful for you that is... for her it must have been quite a few surreptitiously stolen handfuls and the dust itself, the stuff of dreams.
Gained 8 Doses of Dream Dust
"We aught to give it back," Tom says at once, ever the stout soul in such matters. Stealing fits him as much as a lady's scarf a bear, but others are not so sure.
Zaia looks grim as a mourner at the foot of the grave when he speaks without breath.
"I doubt that one who deals in such dark incense would be inclined to take it back with a doffing of the hat and a 'by your leave'. At best he would ask for more coin in recompense, at worst there are worse things he could ask for as our new companion can attest.
"
By now Swift Pebble herself had caught the tenor of your concern and is contrite if not in a panic.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make trouble, I just thought... since he was bad and we were going away from here soon anyway we could take some of his too-many-things. Then, then Zaia-healer could look at it and learn new things and... and..."
What do you do?
[] Get out of the city and back to mortal lands as fast as you are able
[] Haste will draw suspicion, linger, learn and buy as you had planned to before this revelation
[] Try to make things right with the Miller
[] Write in
What do you say to Swift Pebble?
[] Write in
OOC: Yeah, so it turns out if you hire on someone who is by her own people's measure is young and curious to be the rogue of the group and teach her the skills to sneak into a place and steal stuff, she is going to sneak around and steal things from the bad people, just as much as she is going to dive into battle at the drop of a hat. If you guys had given some sort of warning then she likely would have taken fewer risks, but as they say hindsight is 20/20, the question is what to do now.
