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[Kassire]

"Well, glad that was established. Are we ready to get the pot?"

[My Name is Immaterial]

Vicnan glares at Lora. "Hmm. You could say that, or you could say I'm the one enunciating my words correctly. From there, you could make a judgment about which one of us is more civilized."

[Kassire]

"Don't you feel special, halfling."

[Flying Dice]

"It'd almost be a wee bit adorable if'n it wasn't comin' from a gent o' his... exceptional age," Lora responds.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Vicnan, red from ear to ear, shuts up and crosses his arms in a huff.

[Kassire]

"At least he's not throwing a tantrum."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Vicnan mutters something about how the reverse-hieghtists have a point in Halfling.

[Nerjin]

Thus did the group leave the Curator for but a brief hour before arriving at the monastery.

"Well?" Captain Grey asked upon noticing you. He appeared to have been leaning against the easternmost door while keeping an eye on the jungle. Eileen and Ylva were no where to be seen.

"He will take it... May the gods forgive us for failing our duty."

"It's not been my duty for a long time."

"No... It hasn't. Please, wait here." Isotini turns to you briefly before heading inside with urgency.

He comes out a moment later carrying the teapot from earlier. It still appears to be rather boring in appearance though you do notice a small red dragon emblazoned on the bottom of it. Unlike most of the paint, the dragon remains as fierce as ever. Eileen is still nowhere to be seen.

"She refused to come along. We don't have time to convince her. Please, take this and go. Hurry back!" Isotini literally thrusts the teapot into your hands after wrapping it in a thin layer of paper.

Thus, the group returned to the curator around mid-afternoon.

"You have it." The Curator's eye socket is ablaze with light while each of his stalks burn with the intensity of an inferno. Strangely no further light is cast because of this. "Yes! Put it into the pile! Take off that foolish paper too!"

A small teacup atop a silver tray comes flying from the pile. Both have the same dragon mark upon them as the Teapot does.

"No! Don't put it on the pile. Place it upon the tray! Now! NOW! You will receive your reward when I have the Teapot!"

[kj1225]

Kyle puts the teapot on the tray.

[Nerjin]

If the Curator's eyes burned with the intensity of a campfire before they were now a raging inferno from the very depths of the hells themselves. He sat this way for several moments.

Silence, with only the sound of wind for company.

"YES! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YES YES YES!!! FINALLY! My collection is complete! So many centuries spent! So many millinea! I have it all! All of it is mine!" The Curator's collection began rolling as if it were the sea itself. Coins and armor and weapons alike bounced up and down upon the waves. The tea set was rotating and twirling with all the abandon of a plank in a hurricane. The Curator himself was swaying erratically.

After a few minutes of insane laughter the tea set rocketed into the rolling waves of treasure and buried itself deep within.

Slowly the Curator began resembling his former self. The fire within his eyes slowly faded to a pinprick as his treasure slowly began resembling more the calm mound it was when you first arrived.

"This is most pleasing. I... Where is the elf?" The Curator's voice was now back to the slow smooth deepness it had at the first meeting.

[kj1225]

Kyle looks amused. In an attempt not to offend his host he looks around.
"Um... I'm sure she's around here somewhere..."

[Silthuri]

"I am here, deamhain. Eileen steps out of the trees, Ylva creeping at her heels. "What is it you want?"

[Nerjin]

"I want you here, to fulfill my end of the bargain. I have much here and more elsewhere. I owe each of you something. Please, speak what you want. I will give you what I can."

[Silthuri]

Eileen is take aback. "I... I did nothing to help you. Why do you insist on giving me a reward?"

[My Name is Immaterial]

"What do you offer us?"