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At the Shop

[angel_of_death]

[After the snowstorm hits, it becomes rather more difficult to travel to and from shops. But Walter has plans, and he isn't about to let a little snow get in the way of what he wants to accomplish. So he crawls through the tunnels dug by the Lestari peoples, making his way to Polydegmon's Lapidiary and Brew.

Clad in a black wool pea coat, a white scarf wrapped around his neck and shoulders, fingers kept warm by the gloves Chang Geng made for him, and his magic mask covering his mouth and nose, Walter is as prepared as he can be for going out, considering he left his cloak at home.

It takes him a touch longer than he would like to arrive; with all the snow, navigation is a bit tricky. But, he does eventually arrive, and before the posted closing time, at that.

Hopefully Emet-Selch still has his shop open. But, just in case, he delivers a cautious knock to the door, watching for any movement within... at least, as much as the weather-frosted glass allows.]

[emet_sulk]

[ The shop is quiet, empty of customers when Walter knocks. Emet-Selch ends up coming to the door and opening it a crack, allowing a cold gust of air to wash through the interior. He quickly opens it further and impatiently ushers Walter inside. ]

Get in, get in. Hurry up!

[ He shuts the door after Walter but the chill continues to linger. ]

[angel_of_death]

[Ever limber, Walter is swift in making it inside.]

I take it the power is out for you, too.

[Fortunately, Walter is well-dressed enough that the chill does not bother him.]

[emet_sulk]

Yes.

[ Shivering, he quickly steps further into the shop where warmth yet lingers. A candle in its holder waits on the main counter offering feeble brightness. ]

Why are you here in such atrocious weather?

[angel_of_death]

I've come into possession of a significant quantity of labradorite. I remembered what you said about your shop, so I came.

[Striding over to the counter, Walter reaches into the satchel slung across his body.]

As for why that couldn't wait... Well, a certain someone has decided to host a formal ball of sorts at the beginning of next month, and I want to take advantage of that to raise funds for charity. I figured dangling something shiny and potentially useful for magic would do the trick.

[That said, he pulls out a slab of labradorite roughly the size of the satchel itself, and sets it on the counter.]

I have over two-hundred more of those with me right now.

[emet_sulk]

[ As if the giant hunk of labradorite isn't shocking enough, the mention of two-hundred of the things has him looking up sharply and staring. ]

Why in the heavens do you have such excess?

[angel_of_death]

[Gesturing with an open hand as he recounts his circumstances, Walter continues.]

There's a lot of it on Lotus Pod Mountain.

As for why I took so much, it's supposedly useful for those with blood magic. Something useful for more than just decoration might fetch a good price... and with how we're running the soup kitchen for the refugees, having a little extra on hand financially seemed like a good idea.

[That said, he drops his hand back to his side.]

I suppose it really was a good idea, considering we now have a need to find proper winter clothing for a god or two...

[emet_sulk]

...I see.

[ He leans in and starts to inspect the contents of the sack. This is far more than he could ever hope to sell in a month. But if he releases pieces in a controlled manner... ]

You need a piece to auction off for charity then? I would be willing to create something with one of these - or several.

[angel_of_death]

That's the plan.

[Tempt the inebriated and the amorous wanting to show off for each other with shiny baubles, and get money to purchase sustenance for those in need. Maybe even some supplies.]

What rates do you charge?

[emet_sulk]

For charity? Nothing. You have brought me more than enough to make up for it.

[ He waves his hand over the sack, shaking his head. ]

I am not a greedy man. Have you an idea for the setting or design of your trinket?

[angel_of_death]

...Something evoking nature, perhaps? I've noticed they go to quite the extent to respect the natural world here.

[They'll even build buildings around trees--with the tree sticking up out of the middle of it! It's quite the sight, really.]

[emet_sulk]

[ Taking out a notepad, he begins to sketch a few cursory ideas. ]

If I use green to complement the blue, I can evoke the river flowing between two banks. If you were to find someone appropriate to enchant both types of stone, I imagine its appeal would increase.

[angel_of_death]

Is it possible to enchant them for longer periods of time? I've been experimenting with enchantments using my own magic, but anything I can manage is far from permanent...

[Chang Geng might be interested in enchanting items with healing magic... especially if it ends up beneficial to Gu Yun. Perhaps he ought to bring up the idea to him...]

[emet_sulk]

I imagine with practice they would last longer. Perhaps you should seek out a more advanced local practitioner. As an alchemist and death mage, there is very little I can do aside from work together with whoever you choose to enchant the trinket.

[ That is, imbuing the charm with magic as he performs the alchemy. ]

[angel_of_death]

[It's a solid idea. He'll have to look into it. Even if he doesn't find one in enough time for the masquerade, it would be worthwhile knowing who to go to the next time something like that is needed.]

There's even less to do with kinetic magic on that front.

[Perhaps one could enchant a heavy object to make it easier to wield? He hasn't had the specific need to try that one out. He's strong, and his preferred weapons are light-weight despite their absurd length.]

I've mostly been working with death magic when it comes to practicing enchantments.

sorry for wait, time flew by

[emet_sulk]

I suppose you could enchant it with a ward against the undead. I shall leave the final decision up to you, but do try to decide before I create the thing, yes? It must be woven into the alchemical process to be truly effective.

[angel_of_death]

Now that's an idea!

[A good one, too. And one that probably wouldn't have naturally dawned on him, as used to being around the undead as he is.

As often as the wards have been breaking around the Land of Rot, someone would undoubtedly appreciate such an enchantment.]

You really have a good head for this sort of thing.

[emet_sulk]

[ He gives Walter something of a startled look. One that is quickly obscured as he shrugs. ]

I'm sure you would have arrived at the same idea eventually. Were there any other requests you had? If not then I should like to be left alone to start work on this piece.

[angel_of_death]

[It's... a curious reaction, to say the least. But Walter decides not to make a big deal of it.]

No. This is more than enough. Just let me know when you'd like the rest of the labradorite. I'll drop by and put it wherever you like.

[emet_sulk]

Why don't you bring the rest when you come to collect your finished piece? I'm not likely to need such a quantity of stone before then.

[ And it is comforting to view it as something akin to a transaction that way. ]

[angel_of_death]

That's fine by me.

[An efficient use of time. He can appreciate that.]

I'll take my leave then. Have a good one.

[As good a day as one can have in this weather.

Still, he offers a small wave as he retreats, slipping out the door, and quickly closing it behind him.

It's bloody cold, after all.]