Disappearing Ink!

[Flumph]

In Espar, Ondrar's has closed his doors for the time being.   A procession of War Wizards can be witnessed trekking from Stormhaven to his shop.  Details about the matter are murky, but rumors seep out that

several of his scrolls have disappeared, replaced by blank parchment.

[mysticalkas]

While Delfin was in Espar assisting with a bug problem he catches wind of the occurrence. He makes inquiries to those that he meets about rumors they have heard. When he speaks to the War Wizards or other officials in the area, he questions about other occurrences like this across Cormyr or in other lands that people have traveled from.

[Flumph]

Any War Wizards asked directly about the matter are loathe to share any information, however, for the short time it takes for them to assemble and an Alarphon to arrive on the scene, they can be heard sharing speculations

as ambitious field wizards seek to present themselves as astute before their peers. From their verbal sparring, it leaks out that the scrolls themselves may not have been stolen, but their magic somehow removed, and

speculations as to how that was done are wild and varied.


After the Alarphon arrives on the scene, discipline is tightened and internal debate occurs only in privacy.

[PhatDorf]

The small female figure of Eranin passing by at her usual haunts notes the rumours... and immediately sets about penning a letter, and sending it their way.

[mysticalkas]

Delfin would try to join in on some of the conversations. He presents himself in a dignified manner while speaking to the War Wizards that he can. He would also stand to the side while the Alarphon speaks, listening intently to every detail of conversations he can. He would lend a voice to quell misguided rumors and speculations while trying to calm down those around him.

[Flumph]

While the War Wizards remain mostly tight-lipped about the matter, some notes are heard about 'using a tried and tested method', and sure enough, after a few days, Ondrar's shop once again opens its door. Visitors would be

hard-pressed to notice signs of this 'tried and tested method', but the more astute and learned of Cormyrian history would not fail to notice a small bowl of milk resting just inside the shop's door.

[mysticalkas]

Delfin would listen to the conversation regarding this making a small note of it in a journal. he would then refill the milk bowl and get a room at the local inn for the next few days.