KaelanYou head home with little events.
There are still red-scale men walking around, but fewer than before. The town craftsmen are preparing goods to take to the northern village tomorrow, with their assistants and apprentices scrambling to and fro, picking up sacks, moving things, fetching water, and generally doing things that they need to run around in order to do.
InserYou still fail to make anything happen. The man who was glaring at you suddenly grabs you and flings you against a tree, holding your collar and yelling into your face, spittle flying, "
What did you do to him?! It MUST be you! Or your friends! Who did it?! COME OUT LIKE A MAN AND FACE US!"
The other men look wary, and one half-steps like he is considering breaking you two up.
TrendamThe potion works like a charm, wiping away the rust like nothing was there. The original gleam of the metal seems to somehow be even more enhanced, and the fine detail is nicely displayed.
You rest for a while. The caravan should come in a day or two.
Mier"
Aggh! No, I'm fine, there's nothing here to see, go away!"
A frantic man's voice is heard from the other side of the door. It remains firmly closed.
Jacques"
A week? But the caravan leaves in five d-"
You ignore him and go see the rest of the temple. Other than the main statue in the largest room, there is little artwork save for the minute carvings on the bases of the pillars. They are little etchings of waves and dual-weighted measuring scales intertwined; the handiwork is consistent and precise on every statue. It surely must be the work of a meister/master craftsman.