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[b]Coinage:[/b] 58 Silver, 5 Copper
[b]Carried[/b]
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[*]The (shredded) clothing on his back.
[*]Timepiece
[*]Leather Belt
[*]Mining Goggles
[*]Leather Gloves
[*]Lantern
[*]Pickaxe
[*]Knight's Dagger
[*]Dwarf's Polearm
[*]Rope
[*]Canteen of water
[*]Some preserved food
    Enough for two people to last a few days.
[*]Communication horn
    Made from bone, hollow and likely used for communication.
[*] Map of the Under roads.
    A map detailing some routes used by the Dwarves and Shadow Elves to travel in their subterranean homes. Its not entirely complete, but it at least shows the routes to the two most notable settlements and several other places of note. Unless you travel off the paths, you probably won’t get lost.
[*]Dusk Ring
    A ring bearing the engraving of Shadow Elf royalty. One who carries it carries authority recognized by the crown of the Shadow Elves. Most who see the crest will be willing to show some manner of friendship and authority to the bearer.
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[b]Stored[/b]
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[*]A fur cloak.
[*]Knight's Longsword
[*]Knight's Shield
[*]Untanned boar skin.
[*]A small pot and a ladle
[*]Roll of what seemed to be a mat of thick fur, likely for sleeping on
    Comfortable, but only one.
[*]A heavy looking fur/cloth blanket.
    Cozy, warm and heavy. Good for sleeping in colder climates.
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So the idea that devils flocked to lakes of fire persisted in this world too. Isidore clenched and unclenched his fist, feeling the hot blood coursing within his veins. A shame that these weren’t likely to be monstrosities birthed from a sentient weed then. Naraheim certainly sounded like an exceptionally dangerous place, just by nature though…but maybe he was being a bit too cautious about this as well. Dangerous as it may have been, the silk-weavers that lived in such areas were harvested on a regular basis, and his own unique constitution meant that a swarm of them wouldn’t be nearly so deadly. Which meant that the greatest danger came in the form of demons. Intelligent ones. More so than that wilting monstrosity within the depths of the prison.

Isidore committed those facts to memory, and resolved to confirm the rest with his own senses.

[b]“Good,”[/b] he responded, nodding once at Nesherit as he took the pouch of coins and strapped it to his belt. There was no need to check. Vasserasa knew the cost of dishonesty in this sort of work. [b]“I will take my leave then, Vasserasa, Nesherit. Good day.”[/b]
With that, Isidore strode off, Octavia eagerly scampering behind him. With fifty silver coins bouncing against his hip, the dark-haired youth had some rudimentary purchases to make.

Though there were a couple of snide comments about the inherent comedy of a human stepping into an Uruthan shop to purchase equipment favoured by Dirithen, Isidore still managed to acquisition his [b][i]goggles, gloves, lantern, and pickaxe[/i][/b] without much trouble. He deposited his heavier gear, especially his furred cloak and his longer-term camping gear, into his room within the queen’s palace, and had one of the attendants bring a meaty bone to keep Octavia occupied as well while he readjusted his equipment to better hang off his body. The first day would be for scouting out the locations that Nesherit told him about, and to try his luck with spotting one of those silk-weavers. The prince had mentioned they looked like butterflies, but if there were other species of butterflies in the depths of this mountain as well, that would make identification troublesome.

Ring beneath the glove on his right hand, Isidore finally headed for the gatehouse to the subterranean ruins under the city of Gloomhaven, his backpack a fair bit lighter than it was before. Whatever conversation between him and the guards would be kept to the bare minimum, and he would spare only a cursory glance at the timepiece that the queen gave him before plunging into the hot depths.
Isidore had his one night’s rest, and Octavia has had a chance to feast to her heart’s content.

Now?

It was time to get to work.