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 Eryn Norwood's Travels, Flight
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 Posted: Oct 30 2015, 11:47 AM
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    As Eryn moved to the lowest ring that would take her out of the city, they became aware that they were being watched. Immensely closely, as it were, for a few cursory psychic fingers performed a perfunctory skim over their consciousness, as if checking that Eryn was the right person this invisible creature was looking for. Then it wasn’t so invisible, as a kadabra pulled itself from the shadows to grab Eryn’s attention.

    This way, it said into their mind. Your Trick requires your services.

    The kadabra was pale, its pallid skin blending in against the sun- and wind-blasted stone of Istin’s walls as it turned down an alley. There was a light touch in a corner of Eryn’s mind; nothing invading, more like a guiding hand on an elbow to ensure the kadabra was being properly followed. It took Eryn and Nimbus deeper into the mountain on which Istin was set, through a few winding passageways until the group stopped before a wooden door. A low-burning lamp was the only source of light around, and Eryn could hear sounds like from a tavern coming from the other side. The kadabra lifted a hand and shifted the lock’s tumblers with a few twists of Telekinesis, then pushed the door open.

    A cook barely looked up from where he was kneading dough as Eryn entered his kitchen. The kadabra floated forward to take the lead once more, maneuvering their group into the floor of some pub, patrons too busy and boisterous to take notice of a few more bodies. A two-cot boarding room on the second floor was marginally more quiet, and the din became an afterthought once the kadabra dulled the noise with an illusion. Sitting at a cheaply made desk in a far corner was a man in leather armors, who pushed himself away from the desk as they entered. The man and the kadabra shared a private look for a moment—sharing information, most likely, before he hoisted himself to his feet.

    Eryn caught a flash of the dual dirks strapped to the small of his back. “You are Eryn Norwood, then? My name is Markus, I work for Trictess Barker. I’m to collect the information you have on Holden and to pass along a message from our esteemed Trick Craft.” He waited for Eryn to speak, should they have anything to say about that, then handed them a parchment rolled up in twine and an old iron key. Markus stood in a way that suggested he would wait for Eryn to look at the contents of the paper.

    On the top of the scroll, someone had drawn an amulet round in shape, inlaid with a seven-pointed star. It hung from a silver linked chain. Below that was a description:
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    Rhelyera the Blue || Rainstone Abbey || Amethyst Quarter
    There was another drawing here, as well, presumably of the person above. It wasn’t notably good art, but it was enough to show a middle-aged woman in a shawl with plaited braids over her ears, a narrow nose, full lips, and downturned eyes.

    “Amethyst Quarter is a neighborhood in a town called Wolfwater Falls, which is ‘bout a day’s hard walk north from Miramossa. It used to be an active mining hub, but the rock’s been hollow for decades now. Those Balican folk have found a good niche there, though, refurbishing a mill into some fancy place they call Rainstone Abbey.” He tipped his head toward the parchment. “ The lady they call Rhelyera the Blue is a Priestess there, and she inherited an amulet from the last Priest on his deathbed. Craft has his eyes on it, though the only real thing he knows about it is that it’s protected by magic. I’m sure he knows more but,” Markus shrugged. “That’s for you to gather on your own, I suppose. In any event, only ol’ Rhelyera supposedly holds the key to unlock whatever is shielding the amulet. And—no, before you ask…that ain’t the key.”

    Markus made a pointed gesture toward the iron key he’d given Eryn. That and the drawings are the only things left of the last man sent into the city on Craft’s orders. So I can’t tell you what it’s for, but maybe his contact can—she’s a barmaid named Helena, works in a dive called the Mightyena’s Howl. Mayhaps she has more information for you.”

    Markus would not allow Eryn an exit until they had given him everything they had on Holden, and when he was satisfied, he spread everything across the desk and sighed. If Eryn had only objections to being given a mission so soon after the tragedy they experienced, Markus would not hear them. Regardless, he seemed to sense something, for he said, his back still to them, “The Order never sleeps. Grain will show you out.”

    The kadabra stepped up then, putting that unobtrusive psychic hand on them again. A ride out of the city has been arranged for you. I’ll take you there if you wish.

    Eryn’s business with Markus was done unless they had more questions, though his knowledge was noticeably limited. Grain the kadabra would escort Eryn and Nimbus wherever they needed to go; whether it be directly to the caravan at the gates or a General Shop for more supplies before heading out. They would find that the caravan was going directly to Miramossa, so if Eryn wanted to stick around for the full ride to handle business in the Mirage City before heading back north to Wolfwater Falls, that was within reason. There was also a matter of the new pokemon they had acquired…A few minutes could be spared for introductions, in the least.

    Grain waited politely for an answer.
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If you have things you want Eryn to buy, you can just leave a shopping list in an OOC note instead of RPing out the transaction, if you want. You can also skip the caravan ride, as well. It will take a solid four days IC travel to reach Miramossa, or minus a half day if you want dropped off directly at Wolfwater Falls. Your post can end with Eryn and Co.’s arrival in either city, or if you want some pokemon spawns, end your post with Eryn on the Route.

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Eryn pulled their cloak tighter around their shoulders, Nimbus tucked into the collar of it. The autumn winds were nigh-freezing in the mountains, especially someone like them who had been from the warmer south. It had been a week, and yet they had not grown used to the cold--and Eryn did not think that the cold in their bones would leave anytime soon, either.

They did not start when the psychic stirred from the shadows, its voice in their mind, though Nimbus stiffened, sparks running along the length of his tail. He backed off with a warning glance, though, and so it was in silence that Eryn followed the kadabra, a hand on their dagger under the cloak. Trick Craft did not often stir from Miramossa, and this one was capable of Teleporting. A messenger, then? Or perhaps a collaboration--

Nimbus had moved to the outside of the cloak by the time they reached the tavern, hanging onto the fabric with his nails and a balancing tail out-stretched. They kept it on, and consequently the pichu on their shoulder, even as they slipped through the crowd and up the stairs. Eryn eyed the walls thoughtfully, turning escape plans over in their mind. Psychics could be fooled, if one knew the tricks, and they had survived this long enough to know them.

They did not miss the flash of metal at the man's back, but still, they nodded assent. So it had been for a messenger after all. They glanced once at the kadabra, wherever it had went, and took the objects from Markus, Nimbus still stiff on their shoulder. At least he hadn't tried to electrocute any of them yet.

Eryn's eyes skipped over the drawing of the amulet, noting the design of it, before they turned their attention to the description and the sketch of the woman beneath it. They listened to Markus and his information even as they memorized the contents of the parchment, marking down mental notes--Amethyst Quarter, Wolfwater Falls, Rhelyera the Blue and the amulet that she held.

The magical amulet that she held. Eryn was did not fear magic, but neither did they have a particular interest in it. But they could see the fascination that it would hold for a man like their Trick, someone who wore glasses and kept a legendary as a companion.

The sketch, information, Helena the barmaid of Mightyena's Howl. They nodded and turned the old iron key over in their hand once, before they tucked into a sidepocket. Their hand hovered in the air for a moment, however, before finally Eryn drew out the pieces of parchment with the information that they'd gathered over the past week.

"Rumors, habits, sketch of the estate from what I could see above it," they pointed out, setting down each scrap in its own place on the desk. The last one they held onto for a moment, thumb running over the splatter of blood over one corner, before they put it down."Whatever security information I could get."

Eryn stepped back, letting Markus pour over the information, letting themself come to terms with it--their relations with Holden--ending here. The woman whose case had ended up killing their team. That, in and of itself, was proof that she was worth investigating--but if Trictess Barker was interested in her, and in such a way, to have an Order Rogue find such details about her home, then there was nothing Eryn could do.

Still, they lingered, and they bowed their head. They agreed with Markus--had to, since one didn't survive this long without realizing that as truth. Grief was the feather tucked under their shirt; mourning was Nimbus pressing himself to their neck, holding on no mattter the fact that he shocked them with static electricity. The Order never slept, and the shadows never shrank back.

Eryn straightened their back, nodded cordially to Markus, and turned to the kadabra. "To the General Store first," they murmured, "but after that--yes. The caravan at the gates, if you would."

But there was something else, wasn't there? Eryn slipped out the door with a muttered "One moment--I will be downstairs," in Grain's direction, and slipped back to the back alley, where they had entered the building in the first place. Nimbus was heavy on their shoulder as they reached their hand toward the pokeball that they'd gotten off the dead man. It was still warm, noticeably so with the chill in the air, and not just from being in their pocket for the entire trip.

Occupied, then. They thumbed the button, shielding the bright light with their body, and backed away in case what it contained had been a large pokemon. They stilled, though, when it coalesced into a small form that shook its body, fluffing up its fur.

Eryn blinked, then crouched, a safe enough distance from the fox that neither of them would feel threatened. They knew of this species, of their trickery and their mischief. But they were also rare, and to think that a man in the Lower District had gotten their hands on it, and themself, after--

"Hello," they ventured, and the zorua swiveled around to stare at them. They showed them the pokeball in their other hand, watched the dark-type flinch away from it, hiss, fur rising. Slowly, they placed the pokeball to the side and nudged it out of reach, before settling back into that first crouch.

Nimbus was still tense on their shoulder. Patience, they willed him, wait, wait--

The zorua stepped back, to the side--both their backs were to the wall, still, and there was an exit in the opening of the alleyway. It took another step, and then when Eryn did not follow it, tilted its head and froze.

The first step to any partnership was trust. "I do not own you," they said, and watched with steady eyes. "You may come with me or leave, as you choose."

There was a stare of ice-blue eyes, before the zorua moved forward, slowly, and circled around. Eryn did not follow their movement, though Nimbus craned his head and glared, daring it try anything. Once it had made a circuit the dark-type looked down at the pokeball, then at them, and swatted the pokeball at them.

Eryn picked it up and clipped it to their belt, leaving Nimbus to scramble down and chatter away at the zorua. The latter tilted its head again, glanced up at them, and grinned toothily before they were left with two pichus instead of one.

Nimbus was silent for a moment, before the chatter started up again, this time with more agitation than before. Every movement that he made was copied by the false-pichu, making mirror movements where the only thing that set the two apart was the scowl on one face and the grin on the other, though it morphed into the same set of mouth and eyes when they started mimicing expressions.

Eryn shook their head and stood, knees creaking from crouching in the cold. "Come," they called, and two pichus scrambled to place themselves in the collar of their cloak where it was warm.

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[ +0.7 EXP. Transaction completed. Items (and 2 mission items from last post, sorry) have been added to Eryn’s profile.]
Travels moved to Route Five!
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    Wolfwater Falls was a quaint town, as far towns went, and was a series of tightly-knit wooden buildings nestled between rolling hills. Towers poked up against the landscape of hills, often near black gaps in the hillsides that Eryn could see had been boarded up well, even from a distance. As Markus had said, it had all the markers of an old mining town, from the residential sections packed as neatly and closely as manageable, to the little wooden railways carving thin lines from mine opening to mine opening.

    But good steps had been made toward rebuilding and modernizing the space; sections of residential area had been refurbished from dilapidated wood structures to trim homes with tiled roofs. The dirt path from which Eryn was approaching the town changed to a newly laid cobblestone road that led to the heart of the village, where space had been cleared to make room for a marketplace. A mining tower had been converted into a watchtower, from which a bowman and their fearow watched Eryn. To the north, where bare hills became buried under evergreen forest, there was a jutting of gray rock. Water cascaded from outcrop in a hundred-foot drop, and the resulting river curled around the back of the town and continued on toward Miramossa—likely the namesake of the place.

    However, most impressive was the big mill overlooking Wolfwater Falls. It had been turned into a gated complex, with many people and pokemon moving through its grounds. It had wide windows, a brimming greenhouse, and a centerpiece fountain. That had to be the abbey. There was a group of people crowding outside the gate, though it was impossible to tell at this distance their purpose there. The abbey’s bell rang out the tenth hour of the morning, startling a flock of pidove from their perch on a water tower nearby.

    Inquiring after Mightyena’s Howl took Eryn to an inn across the street from the market. Its front had a weathered look, but it had seen recent additions; they could still smell the sawdust and paint. In the alleyway to the right, a pair of rapidash were tied up to a trough. There was a side door there, and if Eryn gave it a try, they would find it locked. (And neither would the key work. The keyhole was much too small for so unwieldy of a thing.) A wooden sign hung over the front door, and the luxio curled beside the hearth looked up as they entered. The feline took a few sniffs before promptly returning to its nap. The furniture inside looked fairly new, a nice distraction from the old alcohol and food stains in the floorboards underneath.

    A woman in a black apron was pulling stools off the top of tables and setting them upright on the floor. She tutted at Eryn, busy with her task. “Lunch’s not fer another hour, sorry. And we only have old rooms on the second floor left—the newly finished ones are all booked.” She paused to give Eryn a once over behind narrowed eyes. “…And we don’t serve any o’ the harder stuff til after five. Not since the rowdier folk been usin’ it as an excuse t’cause mischief. We don’t accept none of that here.” The woman yanked down another stool. “Otherwise, g’mornin’….miss…? What, uh, can I do you for?”
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Eryn dug the heels of their palms into their eyes in an attempt to ward off a headache from the cold they were sure they did not have, thank you very much. This was not the first time that they had been given a retrieval mission, nor was it the first that the target had been a Balican. They had tools aplenty to pose as one, though most of those had been left back in Miramossa.

It had been with a night's sleepless contemplation that Eryn had decided to refrain from heading back home and to head for the Falls directly instead--Rainstone Abbey was a place for Balicans, after all, a faith that was less popular than the Church, and it was easier to garner sympathy when acting as one of them.

"I will pose as someone wishing to learn more about the Balican Paths, on the verge of converting, and seeking a Priestess for more information on what that entails," they murmured, and Cumulus peered curiously from where they were burrowing under Eryn's discarded cloak as they dug through their pack. The sounds of a caravan settling down for the night hid their words, and it was by firelight that Nimbus was off to the side, pouring over the sketch. "It will be the easiest way to get an audience with her. After that will be rumors, making friends with the servants and children--they always know the best stories, and will most likely have the information we need."

The not-quite-a-purrloin flicked his tail, before nodding and moving off to the side to bother Nimbus. "We will be at the Falls tomorrow," Eryn reminded them, only to be ignored as one hung off the shoulders of the other, dragging the both of them down to the ground to sleep.

Azar scoffed at the two of them from where she was perched, and the single human grinned at them before snapping the last of their pack's straps taut.

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Cumulus had stared at them in the morning, after they'd moved a few things around and pulled on more than one garment from their bag that they'd swapped their earlier clothes for. Nimbus snickered and dug himself deeper into the collar of their cloak, leaving the still-not-a-purrloin to pace at their heels.

Eryn didn't try looking for the fletchling that had joined them--she would appear on her own time--instead thanking the caravan as it dropped them off and continuing on into the town proper. They noticed the watchman and the fearow, though disregarded them after a moment; the handler-woman that they were posing as, honorable and kind and compassionate, would not find anything wrong with it.

(The fleeing flock of pidove drew Cumulus' attention; Eryn left him to it, and let him run back once he'd had his fun.)

The Mightyena's Howl drew more interest than the crowd at the abbey gates did, and so Eryn went there first. They gave the keyhole one try with the old iron key before giving up; tucked the latter away again into a pocket, not surprised. It would have been odd, to have been given a side-door to a local inn, but it had been worth a try. They had been given stranger things to aid in assignments.

The luxio by the hearth earned a smile, before the barmaid pulling down stools caught their attention. "Good morning to you! And 'miss' is fine," they added, laughing--keep the expression open, friendly. They shifted their weight slightly as Nimbus jostled for a better grip in the collar of their cloak, but continued--"And I'm not really into drinking. I hope you haven't had too much trouble with them?"

They paused a moment for a barmaid's gossip, if she wished, before Eryn continued on. "A room on the second floor is fine, actually. Might I rent one for the next two days or so?" If they did their job right, there would not be a need to jump out of windows, and it would be better to have a place outside the abbey for the time being.

They would also ask about the group of people just outside the gate, and if there was an opening in the conversation to, would tilt her head and laughed again, this time self-deprecatingly. "Could I also ask you something? I'm looking for someone named Helena, that I'm told works here? I need her help."

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Basically Eryn is posing as a woman that doesn't quite like to fight, open and friendly. Hair down, cloak around shoulders against the chill; Cumulus is a purrloin lurking around somewhere, Nimbus is under their cloak. Azar is nowhere to be seen.

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    At Eryn’s confirmation that they were a ‘miss,’ the barmaid visibly relaxed. “Sorry, dear. You look nothin’ like the sort that would be into that, just can never be too careful, yeah? Those…men that go rattlin’ at the Abbey’s gates every damn day get braver when they get drink in ‘em, ‘nough that an we all have an ordinance to keep the alcohol locked away til the afternoon.” She shrugged. “I don’t necessarily agree with such measures but it’s been lots more peaceful durin’ the day since, so.”

    She perked up when Eryn affirmed that they’d be interested in a room. She set her stool down, wiped her hands on her apron, and bustled over to the countertop. Eryn could hear her open a cabinet somewhere on the other side, could hear what might be a key twisting in a lock. Her head popped back over the counter, where she placed a cheaply made key with a wooden tag reading “1” tied to it. “That’ll be 10 gold for the room, and the first meal’s free. Every night after that’ll be another 2 gold. Is that all soundin’ okay?”

    Eryn would have to come to the counter and take their key to engage in further conversation with the barmaid. At questions on the group outside the abbey, the woman had a barely restrained neutral expression. It bordered on disgust, but she schooled her features in order to maintain a pleasant tone. “Saw ‘em on the way into town, didn’t ye? Those are the protestors—now, I ain’t no fan of sorcery, okay, but Arceus be damned if I won’t be the first t’admit the positivity them Balican folk’ve had on this town. We’d be nowhere without ‘em. Ever since that storm though—which no one can prove with magic, first of all, let alone Balican—ever since then them boys go out there demandin’ answers, startin’ trouble. Every day.

    “Ain’t no answers to give, though, so they don’t come out. I don’t blame ‘em, neither. The Balican have been pretty sheltered since the first of ‘em got into a fight with one o’ the locals. Rumors say the Balican kid started it but he came out of it the worse for wear, surely. Anyway, I’d just stay away from both groups, miss. Nothin’ good can happen by gettin’ involved.”
    As she spoke, she was putting away whatever box had held Eryn’s room key. Her brow was furrowed when she came back up to answer their next question.

    “Helena? No, darlin’, Helena only works nights. With any luck, she’s still asleep after all the commotion last evenin’. She’ll be in tonight, though.” The corner of the barmaid’s mouth twisted up in skepticism. “Whatcha needin’ Helena’s help for? This ‘bout that boy o’hers?”

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Cumulus flicked his ears, thinking. Stalking did not startle them, nor did he expect them to. But that they knew the others, the dark-type methods that he had hazy memories of an older sibling teaching him to control?

Well. Odd would be a good word for it, for sure. But he was not here to hunt, nor was he here to be careless. He flicked his Illusion'd tail as he turned on a paw towards the building that the human had gone towards, sticking to the shadows and its safety. He had not seen any signs that people doubted his false skin yet, but he did not wish to stay long enough to find out. The human that he'd found himself with let him hide under the edge of their cloak often enough, anyway.

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Eryn walked to the counter with a stride of a woman who had completely forgotten that such things were necessary, so engrossed was she in the tales of a barmaid; and they turned over the key and its wooden tag in their hands, flipping it to feel its weight, before they tucked it into a pouch at their waist. The smile they sent the barmaid wasn't hard to make friendly. "That's completely fine, thank you."

They fished out the requested gold pieces to slide onto the counter-top as the barmaid continued speaking, and blinked when her mood turned sour. The public mood was against the protesters, then? They thought they could understand why, if all they did was drink and cause trouble upon baseless thoughts and theories.

But ah, they weren't here to ask about them right now. Eryn made a mental note of it instead and shifted their attention - a recommendation to stay away from the Balicans too? That would be inconvenient in the least; their target had been the priestess, after all. But they were nothing if not adaptable, even if that meant changing the plan they'd settled on. Ah, well, they needed more information before truly moving anyway.

"That's true, isn't it?" they asked the barmaid instead, thoughtful and contemplating, and mock-jolted when she mentioned Helena. "Ah, that's good to hear. And, well, about that..."

Eryn let their smile turn wry and edged with sorrow, worries. It wasn't hard - mere days ago they'd been in the Ice Fortress, waiting for friends that would never return. "I - I'm looking for a friend, you see. I've been told that he was here, and that Helena was the last person to speak with him. I hope you don't me asking after her."

They did blink, though, and leaned in slightly - interest, curiosity, subconscious movements to say: I'm listening. "It sounds like she's had a rough night, though. Did something happen?"

After they'd gotten more information out of the current barmaid on duty, they'd need to set up house in their rented room, go and retrieve Cumulus from wherever he'd went, but first things were first. Nimbus pressed closer to their neck from where he was on their shoulder; Eryn ignored him to wait.

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    Cumulus would run into no problems while returning to Eryn's side, though, as he moved through the streets he would find that more than just the Pidove seemed to be wary of dark-type ways. Rodents and other vermin that squirmed through the streets of Wolfwater Falls stayed clear of the Purrloin as he flickered his way through the terrain they called home.

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    The barkeep took the gold with a smile and tucked it into the folds of her apron for safe keeping. "That doesn' sound too good of a trail. Last person to speak with and all 'at," she placed a single elbow on the counter and rested her face in an open palm. She was unphased when Eryn leaned in closer, she found the engagement endearing unlike most of the attention she was getting from the drunkards in town, "She's just had a lot to worry 'bout after that boy o'hers was beat up. The Balican kid, I mean. Yea she was close to 'em, though I ain't got a clue much beyond that. She was the one that stopped that mob from doing much more. Not sure what good that did. She's a strong one though, and respected too."

    She slapped her hands against the counter top and rose to her feet, "But like I said, she'll be in tonight. Maybe you can look around town for your friend, though if its the same boy that Helena was always talkin' to then... Then I hope he still good when you find him. He used to stay in here, in the room next to yours." She indicated the key in Eryn's hand "Though he took the last key with 'em. Been meanin' to get a smith out here for that." She sighed and then pulled a cloth from behind the counter. She started wiping the surface clean, not that she really needed to clean it for anyone else.

    For any more information, Eryn would need to speak with Helena herself. Though as the barmaid had said, they had some time to kill before Helena would even be in for work.

    If Eryn went to their room, they would find a weathered rug of grey and brown covering the majority of the floor, a small cot that did look comfortable though it was clearly worn, and an end table that was married to the cot.

    In the corner of the room, there was a window that peered out into the streets of the town. Uneven hinges prevented it from ever really being locked and though it could be slid upwards, something would have to hold it in place for it to stay put. It was likely that all of the old rooms had windows like the one in Eryn's.


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Eryn upheld the image of a curious and worried handler, sympathetic for a stranger she had never met. It paid off when they earned the needed information, at least, and when the barmaid mentioned that he had been staying in the room next to theirs...

Well. Once was chance; twice was coincidence; the third was conspiracy. The convenient room next to theirs that the barmaid had given them before she'd even known their business here counted as "once," though Eryn would make sure to take precautions when moving throughout the inn or throughout the town during their visit, regardless.

Was this paranoid? Perhaps. But it had saved them a great deal of trouble down the line in many a mission, and they had no reason to stop now.

"That's unfortunate," they commented, referring to the missing old iron key, before they smiled at the barmaid when she started cleaning the counter-top. It was sad, and not all of it was false. "And thank you. Please tell Helena that Norwood has asked for her when she comes in for work, if you could?"

Regardless of the answer, Cumulus found his way in through the door and across the common-room floor by the time they were ascending the stairs, and Eryn leveled a look down at him, wondering where he'd been. He didn't look injured, though, or particularly disturbed - only thoughtful, and that could mean many a thing. But there was nothing immediate that was off, and so Eryn left him alone for now to pad along behind them.

They found their room and unlocked it, opening it with the carelessness of a handler who did not expect an ambush. Nimbus on their shoulder only settled down when the room appeared to be empty, though he did not release the tenseness from his small frame.

Fair enough. Eryn would be dumping their pack on the cot before heading over to check the window, frowning a bit at the uneven hinges. Perhaps their pack's weight, or at least something in it, would be heavy enough to hold it down in the night; but perhaps...

Eryn would direct Nimbus out the window and onto whatever hand- and foot-holds he could on the outside of the building to open the window of the room next to their's, ducking in and unlocking the door from the inside - with his size and maneuverability, he was the most likely to be successful. If he couldn't, though, there was nothing lost - Azar would be somewhere, and as a fletchling she'd definitely be able to assist Nimbus in the task.

They'd rather that the pichu do it himself, though, because right now they had little to no clue where the bird had went. Next time, Eryn swore, they'd make the bird aware that she had to check in at least a few times a day.

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The barkeep didn't verbally answer them when they asked her to notify Helena despite her previous talkative self; she did at least nod in acceptance, whether they saw it or not. Though she kept a curious eye on them as they left the main room, even amidst her cleaning, she didn't say a thing. Curiosity was, sometimes, a thing best left alone. She even eyed the not-a-Purrloin as it came in, but again, said nothing. There was nothing worth saying at that moment.

Then they were in their room, and inspecting that window. It opened easily enough, though definitely didn't want to stay open. Any time they let go for even a second, it would try to slip fully shut again. Poking their head out the window would show that there were no easy people-sized hand and footholds, but since they were intending Nimbus to try, it shouldn't be too difficult for the much smaller Pichu to make his way to the next window over without risking injury. Luckily for both of them, his injured ankle was feeling much better, thus it would be (relatively) safe.

Once there, he would see that the window was similar to the one in their room - uneven hinges would keep it from being locked, and it would slide open easily enough. Peeking inside the window itself would reveal little, though; the room seemed as barren as their own did, almost as though nobody had stayed there at all. It would be relatively easy for him to slip in and go to the door, carefully jump up (the lock was a bit over his head, after all), and unlock the door from the inside.

With that taken care of, it could be assumed that there would be a search involved - other than one spot, however, nothing would be found. A careful search of the drawers would reveal a few (used) art supplies, chalk and charcoal, all with the stamp of the same supplier in Wolfwater Falls. It would be harder to see on some items than others thanks to wear, but still vaguely visible on all of them. On the least worn, only the name could be seen clearly enough to make out - Smeargle's Retreat.

Digging a little deeper would determine that the same drawer had a false back, behind which a simple scrap of parchment would be found - a scrap of parchment with a strange symbol on it next to a cardinal direction. A code of some sort, perhaps?

With this uncovered, there was now another lead - this Smeargle's Retreat. Of course, Eryn may also wish to stay near the inn and wait for Helena, or perhaps go do something else - it was all up to them.

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Azar did not appear in the few moments that it took for Nimbus to scramble out the window and through to the one for the room next door. Eryn slid up the window even more to be able to see outside, though they avoided leaning their entire upper body outside; no use in garnering the curiosity of any passerby below, after all. They stayed, though, looking to the side long enough to make sure that Cumulus had successfully re-entered the building without falling before they moved away from the window.

They waited there for a moment, thinking, before sliding down the window just enough to let a bird pass through beneath it. There was no use in locking out Azar, not when it was more likely she'd burn her way through the window instead of finding a way past the problem.

Nimbus had opened the door from the inside when they'd slipped out of their own room and into the hall, steps light on the floorboards beneath them. He gave them a cheeky grin when they opened the door before bounding up to their shoulder, claiming his place on it again. His weight was reassuring when Eryn looked around the room, at least.

It was bare, like their own room, even though the barmaid downstairs had said that the last occupant had taken the key with him. If he'd done so then it was likely that the inn hadn't been able to get into this room to clean it out of any personal belongings. Still, they stepped cautiously, wary of anything that could make a noise and alerting anyone in the building that they were not where they were supposed to be.

The drawers had objects in them that Eryn took out and tucked under an arm - staying here to look would just be inviting trouble, to be honest - and one particular had a false backing to it. That was curious; it was unlikely that an inn would provide furniture with hiding places, but the Order had a contact here that also happened to be employed.

They were careful picking up that scrap of parchment, though, wary of any poisons or other traps that could be near or on it. Being cautious did not kill, where being reckless did. Their pokemon might be able to dodge that particular arrow with an Antidote but human and pokemon bodies worked differently. Eryn had no plans to ingest something made for pokemon use, thank you.

It was only after they'd snuck back into their own room - hopefully without making too much of a noise to be heard downstairs - that Eryn examined the objects they'd found. The Smeargle's Retreat had been the source of all of them, and certainly a place they could start looking for more information on their missing rogue.

But they'd been called here for more than that. The Order's work never stopped; and there was an object with a Balican Priestess that their Trick wanted. Prioritizing was important. Eryn considered the stack of parchment from the room next door, looked at the paper of sketches that Cumulus had helpfully pulled from their pack, and sighed.

"If the sentiments here are so against magic, I doubt that that the Priestess will keep the amulet on her - especially as it's protected by magic." A thought hit them, one that had them leaning back to think. "Perhaps we don't need to talk to the Priestess at all. Perhaps it would be more dangerous to."

They neatened up the stack while they thought, put it away back into the organized-deliberate mess that was their pack, and stretched. "Whatever the case, a bit of groundwork will help."

Eryn tucked the pack away to the foot of their small bed, only taking their essentials from it: Potions and Full Heals in a belt pouch, some of their gold in another. This far away from the larger cities with more immediate Guardian presences, being pickpocketed was a real threat. They could recognize those sorts of thieves, of course, and their methods, but the handler that was here would not.

The key that they'd been given from Markus was heavy in their pocket as they closed their door.

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Eryn will hit the streets to pick up the gossip, and skirt around the abbey to take a look at the people there, though they will not approach the mob. Attempting to get more information on the 'Falls before they meet up with Helena, and perhaps even case the Smeargle's Retreat, if possible. Still in the guise of friendly-normal handler.

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Groundwork was always a good decision, especially with so many unknowns involved in this case. Eryn now had a few clues under their belt, but the only way to find out more would be to go out into the town to find out what was going on. Luckily, the sun was still high in the sky - they hadn't wasted much time with their investigations so far.

As they stepped outside and started listening to people nearby and asking questions when they felt like it, they would learn that though the town was tense thanks to the feelings against magic, most of the townsfolk were friendly enough - especially with such a friendly handler persona. The easiest things to learn about were the location of Rainstone Abbey and the Smeargle's Retreat. Though the Abbey would be easy enough to locate on one's own, the confirmation would likely still be helpful, as would a closer look.

The Smeargle's Retreat would turn out to be a small shop towards the side of what appeared to be the market area for the town. From the outside, it wouldn't look very special - just like most other small general shops, the outside had two shuttered windows (thrown open to let in light) that broke up the front face of the building. Peeking in would reveal a few more details, such as the shopkeep that paced behind a counter, muttering to himself, and the well-crafted bow hanging on the wall behind him. A few items were on display; still nothing of any apparent importance or that stood out to them, just the usual stuff like potions, more parchment like they'd found, a few art supplies, pokeballs - the usual.

Investigating the Abbey would be less useful right then though, as the front gate would turn out to be locked and well-guarded. Outside the gates would be a gathering of people upset with the Abbey and the Balicans inside. Some would be loud and angry, yelling at the guards and through the gate that the Balicans had caused the latest problems in the town, that they should just leave and never come back. Some would be quieter, sullen and resigned - but still wanting to appear like they wanted something done about the Balicans. Without a good reason to get through the crowd and inside the Abbey, however, the guards would ignore pleas to enter, and stop anyone trying to force their way through.

Besides these two leads, if Eryn were to ask about the Amethyst Quarter, they would learn that there's a section of town, set aside mostly as a residential area where the residents usually planted calming herbs - most often lavender - in their gardens. That plus the fact that the houses were usually well-kept (either mildly rich or the folk were handimen) caused the nickname of Amethyst Quarter.

If Eryn got bold and asked directly about Rhelyera the Blue, however, they would learn only that nobody seemed to know who they were talking about. If anyone did, they passed it off well enough that even their skills could detect no falsehood. As for Helena, though a few of the people asked would seem to recognize the name, nobody seemed to know exactly where she lived - they would just suggest finding her at the Mightyena's Howl while she was working.

Overall, they would learn that most of the townsfolk were making their way as they always did despite the recent protesters. It would seem like it was just another day in the town - perhaps people a bit more wary of those around them, but nothing seeming truly out of place. Perhaps a few more doors would be locked, if they went so far as to check, than was usual - but besides a few more security measures, and the protesters outside the Abbey, nothing seemed to really be out of place.

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No one knew of Rhelyera the Blue.

Considering the unknown fate of the Order Rogue that had gone before them, Eryn did not consider that to be a good sign. They pressed their lips together as they walked past the Abbey, past the protesters and the guards and the way the tension hung heavy and thick in the air. It was strange, that she was a Balican Priestess and someone who should, arguably, be well-known throughout the town. Perhaps even more-so because she was the Priestess.

Perhaps the town knew her by another name, or not by the title of "the Blue." Perhaps the Order had received inaccurate information - a likely prospect, given the missing Rogue who was not currently around to confirm it.

The caption beneath the sketch of the Priestess had mentioned her name, the Abbey, and the Quarter all equally. The first two pieces of information were dead-ends at the moment; logically, they should be heading towards the Quarter now, to see what they could glean before the meeting with Helena, whom in contrast was known to at least some of the townfolk.

But there was still an Order Rogue missing, who'd only left behind the pieces of parchment, sketches, and the compass rose in the back of the borrowed desk-drawer. It was possible that they could, perhaps, piece things together and complete the mission by themselves. It was also possible that whatever had caused the Trick's last man to disappear would come after them too.

Sometimes the best defense was active offense, and information was always important; it was best to gather as much information as they possibly could before they made too drastic a move. The Quarter was too high-profile a place, as well as a residential area; it was too dangerous to walk in there carelessly when people were more likely to be suspicious of a stranger near their homes. In contrast, Helena might not be available until the night shift, but the man at the counter of the Smeargle's Retreat was.

Eryn glanced at the sky to ascertain how much time they would have before turned their feet towards the small shop, hands tucked into the pockets, Nimbus on their shoulder. They wouldn't try to be fast in the interview and questioning, but thorough instead. There was no sense in making multiple visits to the shopkeeper when just one would do; practicality was important, especially here.

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Hyacinth will not be evolving, but Nimbus will. The egg is back in Eryn's room, inside their pack. If it helps: Eryn intends to ask the man pacing in the Smeargle's Retreat if he'd recently seen or heard from the previous Order Rogue (the "Balican boy").

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A closer look into the Smeargle’s Retreat was planned; their glance to the sky would reveal it to be high in the sky, maybe barely after mid-day. They would still have hours before they could visit Helena in the inn; should be plenty of time to investigate and get back, possibly with time to spare if things went well. So off they would go, to find out what the Smeargle’s Retreat had to offer.

They would find that the man behind the counter was still pacing, but actually entering would reveal more than just peeking in had. Inside would reveal a couple of display cases not visible from the front windows, mostly containing well-made quivers and many different types of arrows - metal-tipped, bone-tipped, even just sharpened sticks; there were a few with sharp fangs or claws, likely from some sort of Pokemon, instead of the typical arrowhead. Each of these last seemed to be specially fletched with the feathers of some sort of black bird, possibly Murkrow or Honchkrow, but it would be difficult to tell for sure from just a glimpse of a feather.

Likewise, both side walls would have another bow hanging from the wall, one made of a light-colored wood with rawhide scraps wrapped around the middle, the other seemingly just a branch bent over time into the right shape to hold a bowstring. Of the three bows hanging on the walls, the one behind the counter where the man was pacing seemed the better made and more well-used. What this would say about the man was unclear, other than a clear appreciation for bows and arrows.

”Welcome, welcome!” the man would finally say, blinking and looking up at Eryn after they had a chance to get a good look around. ”You looking for anything in particular, my dear?” He would pause another few moments, inviting an answer, but wouldn’t volunteer any information on his own. He would eye Nimbus on their shoulder for a few long moments, though, and would tilt his head to the side before he spoke again.

”My dear, you look...capable. Would you mind going on a...little task for me?” He would peer over their shoulder at this point, as though making sure nobody else had snuck in behind them. ”I was travelling from Istin, my dear - a usual supply run, I have to do such travel fairly often. On my way back, though, I was attacked by a feral Pokemon - it killed my Rapidash, poor thing, and my cart crashed into the stream nearby.” As he spoke, he would pace behind his counter. ”My supplies are likely all gone by this point, but that’s...well, I can deal with that, sadly it’s not that rare. However...there should still be this little metal box in that cart, and I would really appreciate getting it back…” He would pause in his pacing then, and eye Eryn, wondering if they could do this for him.

”Do this little task for me, and I’ll give you a reward well worth your time - and any information you may or may not have come here for.” If at any point Eryn mentioned the Balican boy, they would smile knowingly but not say a word. Clearly, this person was sure he had some sort of leverage against them, true or not.

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They had just approached the Smeargle's Retreat when Nimbus shuddered on their shoulder, a movement that shook his whole body. He was jumping off it the next to land on the ground before them, eyes bright. He was glowing from underneath the skin.

Eryn took precious seconds to comprehend what was occurring before they backed away, taking Cumulus with them. Azar had lighted down from the skies now, also of a different form, and Eryn eyed her warily from where she was waiting on someone's rooftop before turning back to the light show that Nimbus had become.

When they blinked dark spots away from their vision he was larger, stood taller. They tilted their head; he grinned back.

They entered the shop quietly with a pikachu on their shoulder and a shadow on their heels, the fire-bird not deigning to enter into the smaller space with them. Eryn eyed the bows on the walls, the arrows with their peculiar designs, noting their positions and conditions. It wasn't likely that they were extra weaponry in case of a raid or attack, given that perhaps anyone skilled enough with a bow could use them instead of the shopkeeper.

Or perhaps it was for the more mundane reason of someone with an appreciation. Eryn shrugged the thought away before they approached the shopkeeper in the back.

"Nothing in particular," they replied. The sketches were in their belt-pouches, ready to be looked over by the man; thankfully, though, he started speaking before they could introduce that particular piece of information.

The asking-after a task or errand wasn't uncommon, nor unexpected; they were posing as a handler and those sorts of tasks were the livelihood of the handler-kind, after all. That the shopkeeper thought he knew what they'd come here for?

Eryn flicked their fingers in Cumulus's direction without looking, right hand's thumb brushing against the palm of the same hand; the not-purrloin padded off to look for possible psychic interference in the shop as unobtrusively as he could.

The shopkeeper had weapons aplenty on the walls alone to defend himself against a feral pokemon, nevermind the fact that there were surely enough people in Wolfwater Falls for him to ask this errand of. Perhaps the "feral pokemon" was something that only those not in the know would dare to go against, and one which the townspeople here would gladly let outsiders take a chance at. Perhaps it was something else.

Eryn smiled and made sure to show teeth. "I'd be glad to do an equal trade. That box of yours for information that I may or may not have come for. Do I get a location and a description, or must I search for it as well as retrieve it?" The words belied their tone, even and light. Nimbus shifted his balance on their shoulder, dark eyes steady on the shopkeeper.

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The shopkeeper would eye the not-a-Purrloin Cumulus curiously, but not stop his investigation. Of course he only saw the Purrloin form, not the true form underneath, but still: he clearly had no fear of a dark-type Pokemon finding out his secret. In fact, no matter how hard Cumulus tried to find evidence of a psychic-type in the shop, he would fail - either there wasn't one, or it was hiding even better than his dark-type senses could detect.

"Sorry if I startled you with the knowledge - it's just suspicious, you know. A certain someone goes missing, and mere days later a stranger comes into my shop...it could have been coincidence, but it's not, is it?" He eyed Eryn a little knowingly, then eyed the newly-evolved Nimbus on their shoulder, then the not-a-Purrloin Cumulus where he was sniffing about was stared at next.

"Trade accepted, though if you're good about it I'll throw in some extras for free." His eyes flicked to the door, checking to make sure nobody else was listening in. Seeing nobody nearby, he continued talking. I was attacked fairly close to town, on the Route from Istin City to here. My cart, once my poor Rapidash was killed, slipped into the stream by the road. I - I didn't get a good look at the Pokemon. It was fast, faster than my eye could track - I think it was hungry, as it just let me go with no interference." He sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck. A nervous tick, perhaps?

"The box - it was special to me. It should still be on the remains of the cart, I'm thinking, unless something happened to it...it's been only a few days, you know - but, well, thieves are everywhere and other than Pokemon, it wouldn't really be guarded." Something about the story seemed off, but it even with their knowledge of reading people, it wasn't clear what. He seemed nervous, more nervous than if he'd been telling the truth and didn't want others to overhear.

With that, it should be easy to find the location - so most likely, they would now head out in that direction. Somewhere along Route 5 to the north, between Wolfwater Falls and Istin City; back the way they had come to investigate the smaller town. A stream crossed at least near to the Route where they needed to go, somewhere to the north. Unfortunately it wouldn't be a likely spot they remembered - it had been a long journey, and it was hard to remember every bump along the ride. But again, it shouldn't be too hard to find.

So they would likely start walking north from the city, following the easy-to-traverse Route towards Istin City. After an hour or so, the city would have faded into the distance and they would start to see the hints of a stream to the east. It was too far from the Route to be the stream spoken of, though it could always wind closer later on - in fact, about a half hour walk further would reveal the stream running within easy sight of the Route, even with the somewhat sparse trees through the gently rolling hills.

A mere 10 minutes search would reveal the likely location of the remains of the cart, and they were bloody remains to be sure. At first glance, the shopkeep's words were supported: the remains of a Rapidash could be seen, torn open and munched upon, and the cart had floundered in the stream, having fallen onto its side. However, a closer look would be impossible just at that moment, for a sudden growling sound would distract them.

Coming out of the treeline a little further down the Route was a small pack of Pokemon, Poochyena all, seemingly brought in by the smell of food. They yipped and growled at each other, then all of them turned to snarl at Eryn and whatever Pokemon were visible. They wanted their food, for sure, and wouldn't back down easily. They circled the group in front of them, walking in pairs. Even as they started to circle, from somewhere behind Eryn another Pokemon floated close to Eryn, nonverbally stating its intentions to stand with her. The Shuppet looked to Nimbus and did a little ghostie-nod, then turned and glared in the direction of the Poochyena.

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To the front
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