#earthrunes

"Yes, Baron" She gives a slight smile. Then bows

She has a new backpack, and a new necklace, or more accurately, old ones now in her claim.

He overlooks the new gear, and gives the necklace a cursory kenning - just to be sure. These family heirlooms, one never knows.

The turquoise necklace does flicker with a touch of glamour? Possible dross.. possible treasure. He'd have to handle it to be sure

Sir Ivory bows to all "She's been in and out."

"Not like I was stealthy tall and rocky so.. quick had to do" She admits

"And they did not present you with any difficulties?" Aiden notes the flicker, and leans in. A hand lightly slips under the necklace, cupping the chain and gems in his palm, hand just barely brushing her neck. "Interesting. May I...?" He asks, having already done so.

"I.. surely" She holds still and lets him do as he wills. Already she is taller than him, as a troll, though not as tall as the thanes.

He can sense it is a treasure, not a powerful one, but in this day and age any treasure is a joy to be seen. He suspects it has something to do with good luck and good health.. nothing as powerful as fair fortune, and probably under a narrow field.

He gives a small nod, letting it lightly rest back onto her neck. "It is a beautiful piece. Did you find that it called to you? Think back. More than just nostalgia." Giving her that patient, measured look that by now she has come to associate with some incoming lesson or piece of wisdom - the question is not just idle small-talk.

"Well, Turquoise is actually big with the South Western Tribes where as I'm North Eastern by blood. " She ponders "So I always wondered what it meant, but sometimes when I look at it, I can kind of see my reflection, and weird as it is, it makes me feel.. secure? Like it's got me covered. Is that weird?" Gwen blushes lightly

A small smile, and a vague gesture around them - the lurking shadow in the corner, the achingly beautiful elves, the dragon (!) perched protectively upon a bookshelf... "No, not weird. Hold onto that feeling... and that necklace. You've been told of treasures, and glamour-touched dross. Your necklace is special, and may bring you luck."

"It's not worked very well before this" She sighs

But she smiles at it. And tries not to get lost gazing at the Ailil then she blinks "is that a dragon?" A look at Bronte

Bronte says "Salutations"

"Then, treasure it, and seek out luck for yourself." He nods. "This lovely creature, Gwen, is Bronte, a Bookwyrm."

"Like... there are library dragons?" She grins at Brontie "Hi, Bronte"

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
― Mark Twain" Bronte chimes

"Outrageous" Gwen grins openly now

"Librarian Zara has agreed to assist me with research for my quest." He smiles, naming the sluagh's role with as much emphasis as any Title.

"Have you met any sluagh yet?" Brow creasing slightly as he ponders, then shakes his head. "Mr. Stromm- he services our plumbing and annual sewer rodding- is kin to them, but you'll likely not meet him before Spring. Hopefully, in any case - unless something goes wrong."

"Miss Librarian, this is Gwen, of Silverwolf."

Gwen says "Ah, not sure I have" Gwen says "Nice to meet you" She hides any shock at the pale scrawny and let's face it, spooky woman's appearance well.

Zara looks up from her reading, to splay a hand on her narrow chest and bow. "Greetings."

A whisper! And is that... are there spiders in her hair?

"oh a... there's auhm.. there's something in your..." She gestures to her own coif

Zara for her part might notice that Gwen's skin has an odd stone like texture

"Ah?" Inquisitive brow lift.

"Don't freak but I think it's a spider" gently

Then - "Ah! 1122, please, say hello." The spider WAVES.

Ivory smirks at this

"oh.. you.. let, spiders in your.. 1122? Are.. there 1121 more of them in here?" A look around "Somewhere?"

"Oh no, only my thirteen ladies..."

"And 1122 has rather more than 1121 other siblings. But he is rather my favorite

At that, one of the ladies, only Zara can tell which one, lowers before Gwen's face on a strand as if to say 'hello'

Gwen tries not to fall backwards as her eyes widen "Oh.. heeyyy there.."

Ivory oofs as the troll he was near kind of pushes past him as she steps back

"Sorry, sorry" Gwen says

"And that is Octa..."

"Oooo huh .. hii Octa"

"Wonderful creatures, spiders."

"I always found them a bit.. ah, creepy" Gwen admits

Zara just smiles

Bronte chirps "“I take my hat off to you — or I would, if I were not afraid of showering you in spiders.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince"

Gwen gulps

"My friends shall not molest you. Much."

"Gee, thanks ever so much" Gwen says.

Can I chase her? Octa asks

Another smile and she gives the spider a gentle pat. "Aye."

Spindly fingers pick up a fleck of stone. "Now, you are a unique specimen - does your skin serve as armor?"

Octa sways closer and closer to the troll

"Uhm.. yes" Gwen says eyes on the spider "Turns out I'm very dur..durable" She blows trying to push the spider away