Post by perspicacity on Jul 8, 2017 7:57:32 GMT -5
A tall red-haired and freckle-besotten woman pauses outside the doors of the Blushing Maiden to tie a small string around one finger. Entering, she uncharacteristically greets Andrio, the barkeep, offering him a slight wave before turning on heel to angle for the reception desk. Gertrude Harlaw seemingly pays the ornate woven tapestry mural covering the breadth of the inn no mind as she advances to greet none other than Lord Thiombar at his reception desk.
"M'Lord Thiombar, you are looking hale this day. May I secure a room and, well, hm, perhaps ask something of thee?"
"Of course," Dhedluk's Lord and Innkeep replies. "We have several rooms free.... What did you wish to ask of me?"
Gertrude shifts her staff to the other hand, better to display the string tied around her finger, clears her throat softly. "Well, if it is not inconvenient, I should like to make some sketches of your wondrous tapesty. There's so -much- of it, perhaps a few days work?" She idly adjust the platinum leaves serving as a cloak pin.
"My tapestry?" Thiombar queries, casting a glance along the ornate arboreal mural. "Why would you want to do that?"
"Ah, well, I'm something of a historian and its a quite compelling piece. I'm working on a history of Amedahast and in my researches I've some upon some notes in regard to her great appreciation for it." The Ginger Mage replies. Smiling faintly, she continues. "I'm trying, you see, to put myself in 'her shoes', so to speak, to gain a fuller appreciation."
The Lord of Dhedluk nods. "Well, well, I don't mind you making some sketches, certainly, if you'll share the result. If you're going to put it into the history books, I should like to read it."
Gertrude clears her throat, nodding. "Ah, well, I'm no great artist, the sketches are more for reference...." She replies. "But as to the book, certainly, I'll happily share those results. Let's say, for now, perhaps a three-day, in regard to the room?" Offers up a pouch containing ten times the usual sum for such a stay, lofting one nearly invisible brow a fraction.
"Certainly." Thiombar replies, offering up the suite's key. "I'll see that no one disturbs your work."
"Splendid." Gertrude replies, taking the key with the string-laden hand, smiling warmly. "Your kindness is exceeded only by your wisdom and discretion."
The tall mage then proceeds up the stairs, pausing at their top to bolster her sight with a powerful spell.
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One bell or so later, the mage descends bolstered by several spells, she favors Thiombar with a nod then takes out a sketchbook and some charcoals. Over the next few days, Gertrude is a common sight on the first floor of the venerable inn, pacing the length of the mural, systematically sketching and mapping small portions, jotting down myriad annotations, inspecting in-depth, several small portions. She assigns each great elk, hunter, horn-blower, great owlbear and elven archer a coded name and number. She tackles the intricate mural in small portions, in equally intricate detail, examining, at times, shielded with a Mind Blank and others without the abjuration. Her inspection is patient and thorough, unflagging for hours at time, broken only by short moments spent on ablutions and brief meals before returning again to her meticulous investigation.
"M'Lord Thiombar, you are looking hale this day. May I secure a room and, well, hm, perhaps ask something of thee?"
"Of course," Dhedluk's Lord and Innkeep replies. "We have several rooms free.... What did you wish to ask of me?"
Gertrude shifts her staff to the other hand, better to display the string tied around her finger, clears her throat softly. "Well, if it is not inconvenient, I should like to make some sketches of your wondrous tapesty. There's so -much- of it, perhaps a few days work?" She idly adjust the platinum leaves serving as a cloak pin.
"My tapestry?" Thiombar queries, casting a glance along the ornate arboreal mural. "Why would you want to do that?"
"Ah, well, I'm something of a historian and its a quite compelling piece. I'm working on a history of Amedahast and in my researches I've some upon some notes in regard to her great appreciation for it." The Ginger Mage replies. Smiling faintly, she continues. "I'm trying, you see, to put myself in 'her shoes', so to speak, to gain a fuller appreciation."
The Lord of Dhedluk nods. "Well, well, I don't mind you making some sketches, certainly, if you'll share the result. If you're going to put it into the history books, I should like to read it."
Gertrude clears her throat, nodding. "Ah, well, I'm no great artist, the sketches are more for reference...." She replies. "But as to the book, certainly, I'll happily share those results. Let's say, for now, perhaps a three-day, in regard to the room?" Offers up a pouch containing ten times the usual sum for such a stay, lofting one nearly invisible brow a fraction.
"Certainly." Thiombar replies, offering up the suite's key. "I'll see that no one disturbs your work."
"Splendid." Gertrude replies, taking the key with the string-laden hand, smiling warmly. "Your kindness is exceeded only by your wisdom and discretion."
The tall mage then proceeds up the stairs, pausing at their top to bolster her sight with a powerful spell.
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One bell or so later, the mage descends bolstered by several spells, she favors Thiombar with a nod then takes out a sketchbook and some charcoals. Over the next few days, Gertrude is a common sight on the first floor of the venerable inn, pacing the length of the mural, systematically sketching and mapping small portions, jotting down myriad annotations, inspecting in-depth, several small portions. She assigns each great elk, hunter, horn-blower, great owlbear and elven archer a coded name and number. She tackles the intricate mural in small portions, in equally intricate detail, examining, at times, shielded with a Mind Blank and others without the abjuration. Her inspection is patient and thorough, unflagging for hours at time, broken only by short moments spent on ablutions and brief meals before returning again to her meticulous investigation.
