A small smile formed on the guard's face. "Ah, knew you'd be interested, and getting to the point quickly as well. Both admirable traits." The guard gestured for the duelist, not that the guard knew who he was, to follow. "Your horse will be fine here, we can come back for it after we discuss the nature of this endeavor as we will need to see the guard captain." The guard, assuming that Fiore would follow, began to walk with Fiore towards the street to the guard's barracks, the likes of which were quite small, which Fiore would see once they got there. 

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In the meantime, Lyrisa began to study the strange tome she received, hoping to find out more about what she needed for her... secret project. 

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Lyrisa Knowledge: 10 + 15 (Talent) = 25

Lyrisa Alchemy: 9 + 14 (Talent) = 23

Lyrisa Arcane Craft: 1 + 16 (Talent) = 17 - 5 = 12 (Not a Fumble)
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According to what Lyrisa remembers and understands from the tome, for the creation of a construct, something known as a 'Mana Crystal' was needed according to some of the translation notes in the text, most likely written by Ulrich, as it was written in a different language then somewhat roughly translated to the Galmin Tongue. Alchemically, Lyrisa would also know that certain special metals like steel were needed, but so were a few other strange metals and components, the likes of which were hard for Lyrisa's alchemical knowledge to comprehend. Still, according to other clues in the text, the 'crystal', as it seemed to be called, the likes of which Lyrisa had never heard of before, could be mined and was usually found deep underground, but where would be the hard part. Not only that, but the symbols and magics needed to power this creation were also a bit too complicated for Lyrisa to understand at the moment. 

Still, before the process itself could be worried about, gathering the necessary materials was needed, but more knowledge would also probably have to be acquired as well. From Lyrisa's knowledge of geography though she would still have a long way to go if she wanted to get to an adequate 'underground' area, probably such an area being a more mountainous one, but again, this that was just a long shot. 
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When Leifr entered the tavern it would be quite bustling. There was a decently skilled skald playing in one area, gathering the admiration, and occasionally tossed Talm or iL, of some patrons. Tavern wenches were walking about, serving up drinks and meals to patrons as there was the occassional arm wresting or dice match being had here and there. If it was information Leifr wanted though, even he would know that talking to the tavern keep was probably the best idea, and he was most likely the man behind the bar counter who seemed to be quite large, but not fat. 

No he was an incredibly muscular looking man with a somewhat rugged face and a black cloth tied over one eye, a few scars here and there on his arms or face, his white, somewhat dingy tunic being of a shorter sleeve variety, his laughter quite loud and his voice sounding like it could command a room as he talked with a few other patrons at the bar. 

All in all, it seemed like everyone was having a good time, and with the festival coming up, it was easy to see why.