Mathicus Solo

[Isadora]

All thoughts will be italicized. I referenced thoughts with a 'think' command alias, which basically just has you tell yourself something. Smote was used to force mobs into doing things.

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'Ah... Jisil is awake.'

[HERALD] (Herald) Mathicus: 'How are you, Jisil?'

[HERALD] (Historian) Jisil: 'Hrms.. mer's.. kinder confused.'

-Heads to Rheydin's Bank-

The Grand Bank of Rheydin

You stand here within the bank of Rheydin. Located in the crime

free Northern Abbey district, this bank is a marvelous sight,

with marble tiled walls, and large pillars that support a large,

vaulted ceiling painted with murals of mountain scenes.

[Exits: south]

Denethar the banker is here to take your money.

Mathicus smiles at Denethar on his way into the back, and Denethar returns the smile slyly.

'I need to check on a deposit I made in Val Miran', Mathicus says softly.

Denethar rifles through a stack of yellow papers. 'You're Mr. Flon, right? Mathicus Flon?'

Mathicus nods his head a couple times.

Denethar chuckles half-heartedly, and hands Mathicus a small stack of papers. 'Here. Recent. About two days old.'

Mathicus narrows his eyes a little, taking the papers. 'Two days? My last deposit was yesterday, not more than twenty-four hours.'

Denethar just shrugs. 'The economy is still leveling out since the war, Mr. Mathicus.'

After a momentary stare, Mathicus bows his head and sighs. 'I hope it isn't lost... The deposit that is.'

Denethar smirks directly at Mathicus. 'It won't be, sir. You can count on the bank of Aabahran.'

With another sigh, Mathicus turns to leave.

'Great. It better not be lost.'

[HERALD] (Herald) Mathicus: 'So sorry, ma'am... I'm having a bit of trouble transfering money from my various bank accounts.'

-Heads to Rheydin's Bard Guild-

The Hall of Song

You stand within a humble practice room. Around you the walls

are covered in soft wood paneling, and the room is lit brightly,

to aid in practice. Several racks of used, untuned instruments

line the walls, while sheets of music are piled in neat stacks in

the corner.

[Exits: down]

Simon the Master Harper is here teaching young bards.

Mathicus nods at Simon on his way in, and pulls up a chair near a rather... small desk. He lays a few books on it.

Simon gestures Mathicus a lazy greeting, and then returns to lecturing a small class of gnomes.

Mathicus pours his attention over a large group of books and papers spread out on the desk.

It is 4am, Nineday the 9th of Balance (Summer) 672 PC.

'This deposit was made on the 8th, not the 7th. They're late...'

'Which means... Pelz won't have confirmation from the Rheydin smithies... Hnn.'

Mathicus drags a pen swiftly over a small pad of notes, his brow in a knot.

After swallowing lightly, Mathicus stands with a rattle, and leaves the guild, forgetting to offer his 'farewells' and 'goodbyes' to Simon.

-Heads to Pelz's Armory-

Pelz's Armory

Behind Elana's forge is Pelz's armory. Meeka's death was very hard on

the family but everyone were able to pull together to keep the business

going. With Meeka's sons out in Aabahran somewhere adventuring, his only

daughter Elana had to step in to help out her uncle. She is a pretty good

weaponsmith, every bit as good as her father. Pelz' level of competence

remains unchanged despite his old age.

[Exits: north up]

Pelz the armorer is here fixing a piece of dented armor.

Mathicus places his hands face down on the counter infront of Pelz.

Pelz regards Mathicus with a polite gaze and a careful smile. 'Mr. Flon.'

Mathicus's eyes wander the wall beyond Pelz for a moment. 'There's been a small slip up.'

Pelz raises an eyebrow at Mathicus.

Mathicus continues, 'I transferred money from the Val Miran branch to the Rheydin branch. It helps eliminate certain fees when dealing with

businesses.'

Pelz just shrugs, all while rubbing an oily cloth against a shield's face. 'Why didn't you transfer it right to me, Mathicus?'

After a moment, Mathicus explains, 'I only wanted to save you some money. The Rheydin branch currently disregards metal working fees, because of the

city's dwarf and gnome population.'

Mathicus continues, 'Blacksmith merchants love traveling through Rheydin. And you'll love it.'

Pelz just smiles. 'I hope so, Mathicus. I needed that money this morning.'

Mathicus sighs, and lowers his chin. 'I'm sorry... The war dama -...'

Pelz interrupts, leaning toward Mathicus. '...HOWEVER... If this little stunt you pulled saves me even -ten- gold, I'll be happy. War or no war.'

Mathicus smiles pleasantly at Pelz. 'Ha. I was hoping to save you over two thousand.'

Pelz's smile widens, and he pats Mathicus's shoulder with a soiled hand. 'Thanks, Flon. You're a real sport.'

Mathicus chuckles, rubbing his chin with a palm. 'Thank you for being understanding, Pelz.'

Pelz turns away from Mathicus long enough to hang the shield on the wall. 'Not a problem, Flon.'

Mathicus bobs his head in a nod, and then turns to leave.

'Whew...'