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[Jerick]

Van being done with its questions steps back a bit to allow the others to ask theirs without interference. "The important thing we need to master if we are to protect ourselves will be filtration," Van mumbled mostly to itself. Its outside was mostly metal but its inner core was mostly organic. It had lungs and a need to breathe just like everybody else.

"Many standard, mundane poisons bind readily to activated charcoal, so putting that in a filter can work for a lot of things. Plague doctors use burning flowers and incense in their filters to kill the diseases in the air," Van paused its musings for a moment "How do I know that? Where's that coming from? Never mind. Etherwind."

"If Etherwind could be dealt with so simply we would have heard about it by now. Filtering it will require us to find something it binds to or something that repels it. That is going to take quite a bit of work. We need a sample,"

[BlackPaladin99]

I don't think we should buy airtight rubber bags to suffocate ourselves with.

That’s what air tanks are for! 

[Crystalizedmire]

Lysia takes a few moments to attempt to memorize as much of the ruins general layout as she can, with the goal of being able to guide people in and out without getting lost, then turns to Lanith
~Thanks, I'm ready if you are.~

~Let's go~ Lanith walks down the staircase, past the receptionist, and opens the door.

[Lenglon]

Lysia follows Lanith back, returning to the inn and looking for the rabb -no- tabbit, that had implied an invitation to group up... the name was George, right? George. Gotta remember that.

[The Canadian kitten]

Seeing that Van is done with questioning, and also stepping back for having no further questions himself.
"Thanks friend, your information will be helpful for dealing with the Etherwind."

[Maximum Spin]

"Excuse me, I also have a question. I heard that some of the afflicted had... unusual new dietary interests. Did you experience anything like that or have you heard of any such cases?"

[Stirk]

Lysia takes a few moments to attempt to memorize as much of the ruins general layout as she can, with the goal of being able to guide people in and out without getting lost, then turns to Lanith
~Thanks, I'm ready if you are.~

As an over world map, it offers little insight to the layout of any particular ruin. Mostly it just tells you their geographical location. You could use it to lead someone to a previously explored ruin, and possibly even back, if you for some reason wanted to.

Rubber indeed exists in the world and is often used for magitech vehicle wheels, less so for face coverings and cloths. Maybe in some weird fetish shop I guess.

In that case, it’s probably really expensive and I only have 150 in liquid assets (the term is “liquid assets,” right?). Would that be enough?  Anyways, If I am still in range, I look to see if any of the mutated citizens display increased functionality due to their mutations, I.E. whether they have gained useful abilities and aren’t just bog-standard blotchy-skin mutants that you could get by exposing someone to plutonium or something.

((I don’t think this is the kind of game where playing Mutation Roulette is a wise idea but one can always hope.))

Currently the man is alone in the room. Presumably this is due to his miasma making him a terrible roommate. This may be considered a positive if you are incredibly antisocial, but most people are unlikely to consider this an upgrade.

150 is probably enough to purchase some rubber.

Lysia takes a few moments to attempt to memorize as much of the ruins general layout as she can, with the goal of being able to guide people in and out without getting lost, then turns to Lanith
~Thanks, I'm ready if you are.~

~Let's go~ Lanith walks down the staircase, past the receptionist, and opens the door.

Is this Loss?

Lysia follows Lanith back, returning to the inn and looking for the rabb -no- tabbit, that had implied an invitation to group up... the name was George, right? George. Gotta remember that.

You return to the Inn, arriving just as the interrogation is ending.

"Excuse me, I also have a question. I heard that some of the afflicted had... unusual new dietary interests. Did you experience anything like that or have you heard of any such cases?"

He shakes his head no, then points to another door.

“Not me…others do…some flesh….some blood….most are gone now….but he’s still here…”

[BlackPaladin99]

Then I will buy some rubber, and follow the group

[Jerick]

"Thank you very much for your time and your answers. You have been immensely helpful,"

Van's head turned as it heard someone entering the inn above.

"Is that the others back already? Or maybe it's more adventurers arriving? Either way, perhaps we should reconvene," it bowed to the inn patron "Thanks again for speaking with us,"

[Maximum Spin]

Ethan nods politely and repeats, "Thank you for your time."

[The Canadian kitten]

"I wonder what they have discovered in the meantime."
George walks back up the stairs and greets the returning adventurers.
"Welcome back! Found anything of note?"

[Lenglon]

stepping inside, Lysia waves back to the-George! waves back to George. and speaks up.

"Little bit, nothing major, you inviting us to join you?"

[Jerick]

Van followed closely behind George "We all told the innkeeper that we're here to do what we can against the Etherwind. Facing such an insurmountable problem I think it would be foolish to divide our efforts,"

[Crystalizedmire]

Lanith approached closer to George. “Well, what important information have you guys gathered? Any ideas on negating the effects of the etherwind?”

[Stirk]

Ethan nods politely and repeats, "Thank you for your time."

He nods back and closes the door as the group returns to the upper inn.

Then I will buy some rubber, and follow the group

You immediately rush out the inn without explaining to anyone where or why you are going. Running about the dirt roads in confusion you eventually wonder upon an artificer workshop. It is poorly organized, appearing to be more of a junkyard than a functional workshop with tools and supplies littered about a stone building haphazardly. The shop owner, a Tien man in a welder's mask, is currently working on some metal lump that is no doubt an artificer creation beyond your comprehension.

You ask him for rubber. He stops working and asks you what you want the rubber for.