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The 12th

Intrigued by meeting another doctor in town and wanting to learn more about Catalina’s case, Lindor sends a letter addressed to Doctor Smoke. The letter was written in fine script, and distinguished with a distinct red figure-eight wax seal.

In the morning they set up in the market again to offer aid, and in between patients they stroll around and buy a healer’s kit and one pound of medicinal herbs for 25 gold. It has been a few months since they have been able to mix alchemical solutions, but they have an old healing potion recipe the Avist family has perfected centuries ago: Morphia Tonic.

Please do roll me a d8 for income/something else

Rolled a 7 in game.

7 silvers is a horrible day. Despite there being injuries the day prior it hurts a bit to see so little.

Lindor wondered if perhaps everyone was too afraid to be out and about-- surely there are injuries aplenty to treat, but hardly a soul came to their stall. Didn't even make a silver an hour, spent almost the entire day with their nose in their mortar and pestle.

The 13th

Lindor set up in the markets yet again, having a rather slow day and focused on refining their alchemic potions. The state of panic around town has been making them uneasy, and they ended up closing their stall early in favor of visiting some to return home and taking care of their charge.

They picked up some baking ingredients while in the market on their way home (let me know how much this should cost), and baked an old family cookie recipe.

For a slow day roll d6 for income, or a d8

Rolled a 3 in game

3 silvers the next just shows that people are too afraid to even go out right now.

The 14th

The state of emergency has Lindor on edge, and they plan to set up their market stall in the afternoon so they could spend the morning visiting the wounded they aided during the owlbear crisis in town. They drop off cookies and check in, offering to take a look at the wounds again to make sure everything is healing alright and no infections have set in.

Afterwards, they set up for another day in the market, continuing to work on their alchemy on the side.

If they are simple sugar cookies, 2cp. If they are something exotic like snickerdoodles, closer to 1gp (cinnamon is pricey!)

They are jam cookies!

For Jam cookies 1sp.

The 15th

Today, Lindor decided to be a bit more nosy, and after setting up their market stall they began asking around for any news or rumors if there’s any potential pregnant people in town, or even suspected pregnancies. It has been awhile since they have midwifed, and all the recent deaths and fear in town has got them eager to help welcome new life, even in dire times.

 Search/Study action please (for rumor search/pregnancy search. Kinda the same thing)

Would this be investigation, or possibly persuasion to coax some rumors out?

 Search/Study is a selection of checks! 
Search: Make a Wisdom (Insight, Medicine, Perception, or Survival) check.
Study: Make an Intelligence (Arcana, History, Investigation, Nature, or Religion) check.

Insight check: 21

Investigation check: 12

 You will get a thank you note from the temple of Gunekok detailing your care for the injured, and bravery on the day of the attack, with dictated thanks from those you have treated, along with a basket of 10 silver coins, two pints of hard cider (13% abv), and small 5 pound wheel of sharp aged cheese.

Two hard ciders and a 5lb cheese now added to inventory!

Next profit for the week seems to be 19sp (7sp income + 3sp income - 1sp cookie ingredients + 10sp gift)

Lindor is flattered by the basket, and plans to use the cheese as a tasty seasoning for their dinners this week. Despite the key descriptive modifier of ‘small’, five pounds worth of cheese will take them awhile to get through.

For a wheel, 5 pounds is small!

I had to Google to verify I know what 5 pounds of cheese looks like, I don’t know why I immediately pictured a Skyrim cheese wheel 😭

The 17th

Another slow market day. Lindor stared at the bottom of their mortar and pestle far more than at any prospective patients.

They read in the paper angelic bodies were found in Lake Gias, and it’s been stuck in their head all day. Not only is it a grand story that drew awe from them, but it also made them wonder if their trained eyes could potentially spot anything of note from the remains. The lake is far away, but if there is any autopsy or post-mortem sketches they could see, perhaps they could help in some way?

On the way home from the market, they want to stop and talk to some authorities to see if they could lend their medical expertise on the case.

Unfortunately for now the guards of Fort Drakeguard are more worried about the owl-monster compared to angel bodies. Though they direct you to the bloodgrounds. The priest of Yinvek has spent their free time looking into this case.

Lindor approaches the priest, offering if they could lend any expertise in the investigation. They pry to try and get more details on the case.

The priest of Yinvek is a man who seems to be past their prime. Graying hair, slightly clubbed fingers. Even so they are loud. They have nothing to gain by witholding the information and will agree to share it if you spend a day in the bloodgrounds, either fighting or cleaning. They will preface it with "I know whatever is killing these angels is of she who shall not be named."

Lindor tries to reason with him, raising his hands in a pacifying gesture.

"Sir, I am no fighter unless my hands are forced, and cleaning for an entire day would be a waste when there could be patients in town that needs my medical aid. Surely there must be another way for you to share your info, I only mean to help!"

The 18th

A dreary day for Lindor; not only are the markets closed, but a state of emergency declared? They stayed home most of the day to work on their potions and watch over their charge, but it surely made them restless.

By evening, they needed a pick-me-up, as well as any excuse to get out of the house for a bit. As soon as their charge was asleep, they strolled around to see if any pubs or taverns were open, needing to unwind and maybe enjoy a night with a stranger or two.

The topside of Drakeguard is dead. A distant hooting the only real sounds. Luckily taking paths through the lows, you wind up within the Undercity, there life is vibrant. People of all sorts gathered free from the oppression, of the surface. Life and music are abound, some even new in style to Lindor. Roll d8 for carousing.

Rolled a 5 in game.

Lindor does not drink in public, but it’s not like their company ever needs to know that— the vibrant atmosphere alone gets them loosened up and chatty, and they can play the part of being tipsy or drunk decently well to mesh with the average tavern atmosphere.

There are a plethora of faces to catch Lindor's attention, and despite their best efforts it just seems like they're either too unapproachable, too intimidating, or just not right for this scene. It seemed like you had something with a member of the mage's guild, or former member as you learned, but miss Zelia Gutherie finds something that you did so offensive they seem to have become hostile to you Lindor.

Uh oh, could I do an insight check to figure out what went wrong?

Lindor working from home — Lindor being forced to babysit their charge while they work from home. Patient may or may not have been given a little morphia to go night-night so Lindor can focus.

The 19th

If they were lucky the night before, hopefully they are not waking up in their own bed today. Otherwise, woe unto them.

Regardless of where they wake, since the markets are closed, they wonder if they could go outside the city to collect more herbs now that their potions are close to finished. Any excuse to stay out of the house, really.

Lindor knows of a few herbs that could potentially render a calming draught, which could sell well in a town as riddled with fear and strife as this one. They aren’t too familiar with the region, though, so they would have to search around to see if those plants even grow here.

Heading out of the city is your choice, though not recommended by the guards.

Is there any traffic at all currently going in and out of the city, or does leaving seem to be a death sentence?

The 20th

Perhaps yet another excuse to get out of the house and away from their charge, but they visited the remains of the stable today in order to gawk at the carnage from afar. Imagining the same monster that they saw in the flesh tearing this barn apart sends shivers down their spine, and sets their stomach in a twist.

If possible, they would want to step close and investigate the wreckage; they are a medical professional, after all, so perhaps they can use those credentials to get closer for a look?

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