Fort_Master_Gustav
The charm is a wooden pendant, that has been carved from a branch of a tree, and the rim of the thing still has thin bark on it. it is bound round with string, this The Ambassador uses to attach it to the chain, for he somehow feels doing anything such as making a hole in it would be a bad idea. It has upon it a symbol like a capital T with the arms bent, however The Ambassador cannot sense any sort of psychic signature from it, it is probably just a trinket.
Rough drawing of the symbol.
When he descends, he finds that the skies above Zagt are full of rain still, not the fog as at Gostck, and there is a calming smell in the air, that of growth, fresh grass, and young shoots.
boombox
He raises an eyebrow in mock surprise, lighting Heinrigh's cigar.
"He'n? Nae who'n wauld yae be talkin aboot?"
He nods to the shade of John.
"Morn tae ye John lad, how's my brother ben a keepin', He'n tulls me 'is fine but I thinks that he'n be fabricating."
John shakes his head.
"He won't wear his ma's soc-"
"Shudup John ye snitch."
"Oh rullah? And why aer thae socks that Ma spunds hours on nut gud enouh' fer yae?"
"It's not that Adam, I don't likes ruining 'em, the saltwater gets in the wool and turns 'em rock solid."
Lagertha sees that there are other passengers in the coach, a wrinkled old man in a top hat and a monacle with the look of officialdom about him, and who sniffs, looking with disgust at the rugs, the young farmer that traveled into Gostck with them, who smiles and nods to Lagertha, and the last figure... A woman in a black flowing dress, and her face hidden behind a black veil, her pale hands crossed upon her lap.
LeftHandofGod
The man looks at her with thought on his face, then he reaches behind the counter and pulls out a third coat, it is a fine piece, blue velvet, with silver buttons and plenty of pockets, he takes the black and the brown coats, folding them up and replacing them.
"Thus, will bae your coat. Taes of use, but allows faer change. Use it well."
There is a sound like that of a window breaking, and suddenly the shop she is standing in is empty, dusty floorboards and bare shelves all that remain, the only piece of clothing left is the blue coat, resting on the counter...
Drakador_Chaos
It remains where it is, without movement, it's feathers ruffling in the wind. It seems it cannot communicate, or maybe it simply does not understand the question.
