Etoile, Steven and Zeratuu
The old man’s eyebrows rise in surprise, and he takes the pipe out of his mouth to respond. “Ah, yes. From the House of Blue Stones, I’m guessing? I hope that Madam Sorn isn’t after me to return it already, I only checked it out a few days ago. Ah, but where are my manners? Come in, come in.”
He ushers the three of them inside his neat home. The furnishing are old but well cared for, and the most notable thing about the home is the number of bookcases and books it contains. He seems to have a fairly extensive personal library which has spilled over (neatly enough) into every part of his home. A yellow tabby suns itself on a table next to the window, barely opening an eye in acknowledgement of their presence.
“Now, was there something in particular you wanted with the book? I confess I’m not yet done reading it. Quite fascinating, really, the Azlanti precursors to the Thassilonian empire that once ruled Varisia.”
Kal
Madam Mavashti smiles at Kal “Well, besides myself, old Risa… though I don’t have much call to name someone else old, do I? But still, Risa of Risa’s place is a sorceress, though I’m afraid that age has not been kind to her sight. Miss Tesarani has a bit of talent as well, but she tends to focus more on the day to day then developing her magical abilities.
As for others… not that I know of, but all that means is that they haven’t been all too obvious in displaying their skills. My friends in the druids have mentioned dark forces on the move and the unease of the earth… but much has been settled in this Age. Take a care if you travel, and keep friends around you, young man. I fear that those goblins were only the smallest of evils we have faced.
Now, on the subject of mental illness… my daughter can say quite a bit about its treatment, but from my experience, sorcerers tend to take leave of their senses if their magic runs rampant…”
Between Niska and Koya, the two have many ideas and experience in dealing with the mentally unwell, including those whose bloodline may be at fault, and they seek to answer the young sorcerer’s questions as much as possible.
Aloisturm
The threat doesn’t seem to phase the smith much, who laughs and crosses his arms. “You’d be able to find the tools elsewhere, aye, but mine is the only forge in Sandpoint.” He eyes the construct, the derisive look on his face fading as he thinks of something.
“Tell you what. I think you can do something for me. I need someone decently strong and who isn’t a superstitious sod. I’ll loan you a set of tools and you can make use of the forge during the day. Come around to the house in back tonight and I’ll tell you more. You succeed, I’ll make you a masterwork set.”