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Right, that… that could be afforded. Even if she'd had to go scrounge it up herself… well, maybe not here, out in woods, but if she was back in Costa del Sol… of course, that wasn't a problem for once; the funding they'd liberated from Mizutani meant that they'd been able to bring along enough to fund this particular excursion. That was surprising, moving goods was generally the hard part and she hadn't thought they had all that long…

Although, they did have a major criminal contact and various more reputable ones, so maybe it wasn't terribly surprising. Had they been ripped off…? That was a separate question, when it came to it. For now, they had all the money they really needed, and this was definitely worth spending it on. She had a brother to catch, and Arton's arm was all… ew. That was bad.

"F-F-Fine…" the mystrel said, digging into her coat and steadily counting out the required funding. Now she saw why it was her job to carry the money on this trip, aside from the obvious "you have lots of pockets inside there, right?" aspect; if Arton was paying, he might just reject it out of concern for the Blight or something.

If her expectant stare was a bit too sharp and unblinking, that was only fair.
Lannessa nodded, leaning over to check the contents of the pot, "Walk over. There are numerous ways a learned mage might choose to allow themselves to walk on water, but the simplest are easily within reach of a novice in the school. As long as your magicka is sufficient, then we can cross the lake and follow the Red Ring Road."

The elf frowns as if the ''endurance'' aspect had escaped her notice. "Of course, as a magical novice, both your stamina and your attunement to aetherial energies may be too low to maintain this over the entire journey. A tutor, assuming they didn't insist you take a safer path, would recommend potions to compensate, but I don't have any. Maybe…"

You are treated to the sight of the elf searching through her robes for something, eventually producing a smooth palm-sized piece of blue-green glass, fixed inside a metallic lattice. "This is a Welkynd Stone. Ayleid creations, but getting them out of the ruins can be challenging, and their secrets have been almost entirely lost to the modern era."

She sits back with a smug expression, "Most mages only know how to feel the magicka within and draw it all at once, destroying the stone entirely. Of course, this destroys the stone, and they can do nothing with the excess. But I learned the secret to only taking as much as I need. The stone won't simply regenerate, but it at least isn't destroyed… and I'm sure a single stone like this is enough to take even the most inefficient novice across the lake."
Fujiwara no Mokou


Honestly, she'd been getting out of her depth here… sure, there was something up with the orb, but that was almost a given when it came to anything from Gensokyo, and taoism wasn't anything she knew in detail. Maybe, to some degree, she had experience with working out what any given item might be used for from a danmaku perspective, but that was just exposure to Kaguya speaking. The obvious thing to do was just to touch it.

What was the worst that could happen?

Before Mokou could reach out and presumably find a new and exciting way to get herself injured, the hermit responsible for this place came back… and the jiang shi. The downside was that… ah, the half-ghost was going to jump to the fighting. Not a bad idea, fighting first and asking questions later was just how you got things done. But maybe they could avoid that? This room wasn't huge, and things still ached from being cut apart earlier.

The easiest way to delay her was to just get in the way. She might attack anyway, since Mokou would be fine in the long run, but maybe it would work?

"Looking for you. You two make six of us from Gensokyo."

And the hermit was the first one that might have some idea about getting back, or at least communicating.

Tyaethe and Fiadh


Pinpoint its heartbeat? Hmph, that was easy, it was literally the reason they had such good hearing. Now that the construct was moving rather than quiescent—

Oh, what was this? She couldn't really point out the location, and she wasn't in a good position back here to attack what had now become amusingly double-ended, but surely one of the mages could work out how to target things if they knew… "The heart is moving!"

That just left the mouth that had transformed out of the wounds she'd inflicted down on this side. Endlessly dividing but not healing… well, if she wanted to make it easier, then, she just had to further smash it apart and reduce its mobility, right? First: armour. Second…

Well, anyone looking down to the other end of the serpent would see that Tyaethe was basically just lashing out at whatever part of it got close. Punching, kicking, actually getting enough distance to swing her sword—whatever worked. That, and focusing so much on attacking that it clear knocked her into a tree. But she seemed fine.

Fiadh had decided to be sensible for… perhaps the first time anyone might remember, dropping off and carefully hiding behind a tree. Of course, that tree hadn't been in that spot when she started; the Niyar seemed to have made it shuffle along and bend so she had a good view while still hiding.

The applause was probably for Fionn's acrobatic climb onto the snake. Or maybe she just really liked people jumping to the rescue?
"So, we could circle the Imperial City..." the elf starts, flicking her bottle open and taking a drink, "But that's a long enough walk on its own and highly visible. Or, we could just go straight through and hope the assassins aren't watching. I doubt they would recognise you, especially after some equipping."

She takes another drink and then looks out over the lake, "We could also cross the lake. There's no bridges up this side, but there should be boats and fishermen... or we can just walk over."

That statement alone is baffling. "I take it you have had no prior magical education?"
Miina Malina


Was… was that even a real amount of money? How could you even go about carrying it? She had only carried a tiny fraction of that before and it had been noticeable, and they obviously hadn't come in here carrying sacks and sacks of gil, so how could you even think that anybody might possibly have that much to spend? Maybe there was some special coin that only rich people had, but that didn't seem useful if you couldn't get change…

Maybe it would be quicker to jump to threatening him? Except then he'd have no reason to give the right answer and it would be trouble to come back after they were sent on a wild goose chase. So… theft was out because it would be impractical, violence was a last resort…

She could be honest, but honesty to someone like this was just going to get her swindled worse for being desperate. She needed something that convinced him and would hopefully lower the price. But they were talking about a healer, so… maybe that would do it. White magic, white magic… a light was pretty simple, she could just light her hand up like this and—

"I w-w-want to learn from her," Miina stated, lifting her hand up as evidence, "I know s-some healing, b-but practice can only t-t-take you so far."

At least, if she seemed suspicious or evasive, it wasn't any more than normal.
Tyaethe and Fiadh


"Oh? This is interesting, that's not a common monster," Tyaethe mused, looking at the reeling snake's direction, then giving a shrug—and charging at it. So what if it was a giant wooden snake? From a certain point of view, dragons were just giant snakes that had limbs.

That didn't make sense but she was sticking with it. It existed, so it could be cut. Now, this didn't mean that it would be easy—sure enough, just swinging in passing didn't do more than cut divots into the bark, and maybe get its attention in her direction, as splitting up was easy. Hmm, the head? But that would be such an obvious weakness, and giant tree monsters weren't normally biological…? Ah, if it had anything more obvious, her eyesight would be such a liability. Or she could climb it…

Still, a huge monster. This was what she was good at fighting.

Fiadh, meanwhile, had dropped further down Fionn's back and was now looking wide-eyed at the enemy, swallowing before saying… "Umm… this one might be unique. The Moonlit Queen may be unhappy with intruders barging into her home. Now, that sounds very lonely to me, I'd never have met darling, but…
"Probably."
You return to find a small fire burning within an inscribed circle, and some carefully positioned rocks to prop the full pot on. As soon as the food goes in, the elf has reached into that not-space again and pulled out a bottle of wine. At least that is a fairly normal drink, though the smooth bottle and actual label suggests it's not the cheap, watered-down leftovers that get served throughout the Waterfront. She pauses, then pulls out a second one, handing the entire bottle over. "I don't have any cups."

"Now… I am Lannessa, and as you can obviously tell, I am a mage with some experience, particularly for travelling. If you have any destination in mind, and I'm sure you do, then the first challenge is crossing Lake Rumare. How best to do that rather depends where you need to head."
I, too, am curious what this new idea is.
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