Allo

Sorry for my not posting sooner.. I realized I should have done it 24 hours
earlier, when I had the time, but apparantly I didn't think I'd be so busy
today..

OK, after discharging the spell he already knows on a nearby tree (don't
worry, Carideth, it didn't hurt it), Borack reads his spellbook while the rest
of you attempt to force potions down Malcolm's throat. There is no immediate
effect after each potion, so you gradually administer all the potions to him.
His condition does not improve, and you are forced to return to the inn and
let him rest. Come to think of it, it's getting quite late, and all of you
should rest now. Before you return to your rooms, Borack casts a spell on the
gauntlets, but it has no visible effect. "Well, they're supposed to glow if
they're magical, so I guess they aren't," mutters the mage in disappointment.

A few of you attempt to gather information or spread rumors about the
alchemist while spending some time in the common room, but it appears the
village thinks she's already greedy and eccentric and can barely tolerate her
in the first place. However, they let her stay, as she is good for commerce,
and she generally doesn't do anything illegal (unless you count ridiculously
overcharging non-citizens as a crime... but this village's government does
not.).

After a restful sleep, you each pay the innkeeper a gold crown and begin
eating breakfast. You are soon joined by Malcolm, who hobbles downstairs,
supported by his staff. He explains that he has one hell of a headache but
other than that he seems to have recovered fully. Perhaps the potion(s) cured
him overnight - or perhaps they didn't even cure him at all, and this is the
result of his own body getting rid of the poison. You cringe as the thought
crosses your mind - for all you know, the alchemist could have been selling
you ten vials of useless coloured water.

As you are finishing your meal, the innkeeper approaches you and asks whether
you will be returning to the underground. "It's not anything important," he
explains, "but I'd might be interested in any historical artifacts you might
find down there. In particular any books.. it is rumored that the ruler mage
had a large library of valuable tomes. I'd pay you one gold piece for every
book you bring to me. By the way, what did you people call yourselves?" (hint
hint)

Also, how are you dividing up the money you earned from selling the armour and
weapons?

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