Harry Canyon was awoken by the raking claws of the pet black cat ’Sno White darting from his body as a clap of thunder rumbled shaking the building. He took a look out the closest window unable to gauge the time due the thick cloud cover and pouring rain. Grabbing a glass he hoped was filled with water, he took a swig and rose patting at the fresh rising scratches on his chest. He felt as if he was bludgeoned with a sack of bricks and as the events of last evening flowed into his consciousness, he seemed to remember being knocked unconscious at the fists of a rather stout dwarf.
Stumbling around the shop, he came to find if any of the crew had spent the night, they had already left. He heard snoring erupting from Hadrian’s room; cracking the door and peering in, he made note Hadrian was in there alone and opted to let him be.
Head pounding, he sat down at the desk in the front room of the shop, opening a drawer looking for his pipe and pipeweed. What he found was a charm bracelet, a ring, and an earring along with a note which read “You may not even be aware there was a mage involved in last night’s bar time skirmish. These trinkets were retrieved off of what was left of his body when Horst and Kordan were done with him. If you’re up early enough, take ‘em by Jarvis and see if he’s got any info on these pieces. Be back at the shop around 12:30 after meeting the merchants. Be ready, we may leave today despite the unfavorable conditions. —L”
Taking note the pipe was missing (he would have to ask Laura about that), Harry felt the next best thing to clear his head would be to make himself miserable by trudging through a downpour. Strapping on some shoes and a leather coat, he pocketed the pieces eschewing a hat opting to be battered by the rain…
It was really raining; leaving by caravan today would be awful as the road east of Krovas must be flooded. The streets were mostly devoid of people and he made good time as the driving rain helped clear his head. It was only after he was but 50 paces from Jarvis’, he realized how aggravated his right thigh was and had no recollection of how he conceived the wound.
The door to Jarvis’ opened quietly; Harry looked up to see if there was something wrong with the bell or jingling system only to find there wasn’t one. He stood in place letting the door close, took a look around wondering if anyone was present. Resigned no one was around and not wanting to be accused of burglary, he turned to open the door when he heard a faint “hello” from where he could not discern and a few seconds later Jarvis himself was at the counter.
Not a stranger but unsure if Jarvis remembered him, he re-introduced himself which Jarvis dismissed with a wave of his hand. “Harry Canyon, how are things over at Fitzlov’s Fineries? Are you going to change the name? Is the family willing to let you?”
“Not sure. Hadn’t thought much about it. Business has been good as the locals drop by to pay their respects. Would almost seem insulting at this point to change the name. And the shop’s got a great sign.”
“True enough,” replied Jarvis. “I imagine something must be on your mind to have you out walking in this storm. With the chill in the air, we’re lucky this isn’t the first snow.”
“Indeed. Say, I’ve come across some pieces and I was wondering if you could take a look and maybe assess them? They’re of particular interest as the former possessor of them tried to make off with my skull last night.”
Rubbing his index finger and thumb together Jarvis inclined he’d take a look. Harry laid the three pieces on the counter along with three silver pieces. Jarvis donned a contraption on his head with an assortment of different lenses. Making use of the various opticals, he came to the conclusion the earring was nothing more than a fashionable piece of jewelry but of some value. The bracelet was full of charms and commonly used by the Alsayshuns (spelling) as a key to an object. The puzzle is figuring out which charms of the many serve as keys and then which order they need to be used. The ring gave off warmth and may possess magical properties. Jarvis mentioned further analysis would require the fresh marrow of a beastman horn along with some other reagants he could more easily procure, for a cost.
Harry dropped four more silver on the counter which Jarvis said was accurate and told him he’d return when he next ran into a beastman. He made his way back out into the rain to double time it back to Fitzlov’s Fineries and meet Laura on the prospects of playing escort to an outgoing caravan.