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Rani accepts the hug with a laugh, patting the other woman on the shoulder.

"Right then, if that's settled, let's head out, hmm? We can talk about colors you'd prefer on the way. I will advise, of course, to consider the type of fabric as well, and the likelihood of the weather we'll be facing in coming days. Considering the seasons won't be changing any time soon, it might be best to leave the consideration of more or less insulation against cold for another time. We'll definitely need to make sure we get something that won't get too waterlogged though. Given our recent adventures, something easy to clean would be good too."

Of course, these are all things she's only learned since leaving home, and are considerations she hadn't thought of herself, but had to have impressed upon her by others. Still, she's also happy to be able to help someone else, especially given that Amberlyn hadn't really had to consider proper armor before coming to the city.

"Shall we eat while we're out too? I've been wanting to try some of the restaurants nearby and..." Her tone turns a bit contrite, "well, I was hoping I'd run into someone to make good on a prior arrangement, but..."

She trails off, leading the way out of the manor with a little laugh at herself over it. What a silly thing to be embarrassed about.

It takes Rani a bit of time to figure out what she wants to say and how she wants to say it as they spar. Granted, she's prone to blurting things out more often than not, because too much considering makes her feel like one of her parents. It feels a bit deceitful, now and then, to have to think so hard about what she wants to say. But in the interests of not saying something unwieldy or causing dissent among their number, she figures she should be a little less thoughtless in her efforts.

"I'm not entirely sure," she begins, "what's happened before you came here. I do recall you bawling your sorrows to Amberlyn at the tavern before, but I was admittedly... preoccupied at the time, and didn't really catch most of it." Not that she could have otherwise, her hearing was good, but not good enough to compete with that much ambient noise, especially with the conversations that had been happening around her. "But you shouldn't let whatever misfortune that was color your efforts for the rest of your days."

It's obvious how hard he's trying of course, and it's not as though the others don't appreciate the effort either. Of all of them, he, Maw and Amberlyn are the best at physical endeavors, and while Rani has her own athleticism, none of it is the sort that's useful with dragging around furniture or rebuilding facilities.

"Whatever you planned to do before didn't work out, and that's fine, isn't it? All things considered, you could have done worse than to have ended up with a manor and a tavern out of the deal, even if it is shared with the rest of us." Her makeshift weapon snaps as she blocks a strike, but Rani simply adjusts her hold on the separate halves and repositions. "Stop thinking so hard about proving you can do more. Isn't doing what you can enough?"

"What a pity he doesn't have exclusive say as to what I do then, isn't it?" Rani's smile is pleasant, but a bit too full of teeth. If there's one thing she truly loathes, it's someone else trying to make decisions on her behalf. "I'll see about clearing out what's unsalvageable and perhaps trying to find replacements. Who knows, if we build up a decent enough collection, we may be able to charge a lending fee if there's anything worthwhile." After all, in a manor like this, there had to be something worth advertising to more magically-inclined types. Or at the very least, enthusiasts of history and knowledge as a whole.

Her expression sours slightly at the mention of the creatures from the sewer, and she places a hand on her hip, the other coming to her chin in thought.

"Well... it's nothing entirely concrete, you see. I've only ever heard of them before. The ambulatory brain is called an Intellect Devourer, and they usually work at the behest of those tentacled creatures- Mindflayers, they're called. As their names suggest, their tactics generally involve disrupting the mental faculties of their targets. I've never experienced it, but I've heard it can be quite harrowing. And very dangerous. We should... probably consider looking into them more, just in case."

"Feels a bit unethical, don't you think?" Of course, maybe that's just Rani's own sense of right and wrong- she knows full well that 'business' can entail a lot of unscrupulous things if one wants success. Even so... "There's got to be a way to get their fingers out of our metaphorical pies. Especially since they weren't keen on caring about the place until they suddenly had someone to take money from for just being here." And really, that's what rankles her the most, if she's honest. If it really was about the 'upkeep' of the place, then why had it been allowed to fall into such disrepair for so long?

It bears looking into in her opinion, if nothing else. After all, they need to make money properly, don't they? Being forced to hand over so much of what they might make just to keep the ball rolling feels like a scam. One she's certain she's seen enough of her parents' business acumen to deal with.

Reaching out for the bowl, Rani stirs her spoon into it thoughtfully, tapping her nails against her utensils.

"As for that unpleasant man, it might be too obvious if we break in and steal all his things. I'd say the better idea is to have him followed and see what other 'unpleasantness' he gets up to. If he really wants to try and threaten us, then it's only fair that we take steps to ensure our own safety, don't you think?" Pausing to take a large spoonful of the jambalaya, Rani brightens, her eyes glimmering.

"Oh, this is fantastic. The spices aren't like anything I've tried before, and I've tried a fair few. What's in this, 'Maw?"

Rani takes her talk with Lady Phaulkon quite seriously, deciding that even if she doesn't stay in Waterdeep, the decentralized nature of the organization suits her needs quite well. And upon hearing the goals of the enclave, she feels as though it's a wise opportunity to bring up her group's recent encounter.

Rani clutches the charm she's been given, and clears her throat.

"I'll ask my companions about taking on that scarecrow as soon as we're able, madame. However, I feel it's in the interests of the Enclave to know that I've recently run across the presence of both an intellect devourer and a mindflayer in the sewers of the city. While I'm not certain of the extent of their presence, or just how much they've done in recent times... it's better to say something than allow Waterdeep to be caught unawares of a possible incursion, yes?"

Rani, despite herself, finds herself fascinated by the expanse of open land they're meant to be looking for the scarecrows in. It's a wonder they haven't been spotted more easily so far, but she supposes if it were so simple, people wouldn't be having such a difficult time. Still, by the time they eventually catch wind of the things-or rather, they catch wind of the group- she's not nearly so enamored by the mostly featureless landscape of farmland.

While Pen's attack might not do as much harm as he'd hoped, it still provides a good enough distraction for Rani's arrow to strike the Scarecrow and hard.

"Pen!" She calls, making a motion with her next arrow as she grabs it. "Stab, don't cut!"

The work for the Lord's Alliance, on the other hand, doesn't fill Rani with anything but a sense of distaste. While she finds herself with new respect for the people who do the work day in and day out, she's beginning to worry that continuing this work will leave her clothing smelling foul simply by proximity. And that's not even getting started on her hair. She's grateful that it's at the very least uneventful... until it suddenly isn't, and she thinks she should learn not to jinx things, even inadvertently.

When the carrion crawler heads for Badmaw, the thought 'oh no' crosses her mind immediately and- as if on cue- the thing digs into the lizardfolk and seems to paralyze him. When she pulls out her bow to shoot, however, the creature's writhing body makes it go wide, nearly hitting Badmaw instead.

Rani watches the rest of the group with some degree of interest as they take to 'handling' the situation in their own ways. Amberlyn's disapproval in particular gives her a bit of a chuckle, though she winces as Pen's glaive goes a bit awry. That said, she doesn't think she can particularly add much to the situation, and so settles for pulling one of her curved shortswords out of its sheath, idly curving it around her wrist and forearm before taking careful hold of it and... using it to pick under her nails, glaring at the wood debris stuck beneath them furiously.

The combined effect makes her look somewhat murderous, which she doesn't at all notice as she continues trying to pry a would-be splinter from beneath her nail.

Rani accepts the hug with a laugh, patting the other woman on the shoulder.

"Right then, if that's settled, let's head out, hmm? We can talk about colors you'd prefer on the way. I will advise, of course, to consider the type of fabric as well, and the likelihood of the weather we'll be facing in coming days. Considering the seasons won't be changing any time soon, it might be best to leave the consideration of more or less insulation against cold for another time. We'll definitely need to make sure we get something that won't get too waterlogged though. Given our recent adventures, something easy to clean would be good too."

Of course, these are all things she's only learned since leaving home, and are considerations she hadn't thought of herself, but had to have impressed upon her by others. Still, she's also happy to be able to help someone else, especially given that Amberlyn hadn't really had to consider proper armor before coming to the city.

"Shall we eat while we're out too? I've been wanting to try some of the restaurants nearby and..." Her tone turns a bit contrite, "well, I was hoping I'd run into someone to make good on a prior arrangement, but..."

She trails off, leading the way out of the manor with a little laugh at herself over it. What a silly thing to be embarrassed about.

It takes Rani a bit of time to figure out what she wants to say and how she wants to say it as they spar. Granted, she's prone to blurting things out more often than not, because too much considering makes her feel like one of her parents. It feels a bit deceitful, now and then, to have to think so hard about what she wants to say. But in the interests of not saying something unwieldy or causing dissent among their number, she figures she should be a little less thoughtless in her efforts.

"I'm not entirely sure," she begins, "what's happened before you came here. I do recall you bawling your sorrows to Amberlyn at the tavern before, but I was admittedly... preoccupied at the time, and didn't really catch most of it." Not that she could have otherwise, her hearing was good, but not good enough to compete with that much ambient noise, especially with the conversations that had been happening around her. "But you shouldn't let whatever misfortune that was color your efforts for the rest of your days."

It's obvious how hard he's trying of course, and it's not as though the others don't appreciate the effort either. Of all of them, he, Maw and Amberlyn are the best at physical endeavors, and while Rani has her own athleticism, none of it is the sort that's useful with dragging around furniture or rebuilding facilities.

"Whatever you planned to do before didn't work out, and that's fine, isn't it? All things considered, you could have done worse than to have ended up with a manor and a tavern out of the deal, even if it is shared with the rest of us." Her makeshift weapon snaps as she blocks a strike, but Rani simply adjusts her hold on the separate halves and repositions. "Stop thinking so hard about proving you can do more. Isn't doing what you can enough?"

"What a pity he doesn't have exclusive say as to what I do then, isn't it?" Rani's smile is pleasant, but a bit too full of teeth. If there's one thing she truly loathes, it's someone else trying to make decisions on her behalf. "I'll see about clearing out what's unsalvageable and perhaps trying to find replacements. Who knows, if we build up a decent enough collection, we may be able to charge a lending fee if there's anything worthwhile." After all, in a manor like this, there had to be something worth advertising to more magically-inclined types. Or at the very least, enthusiasts of history and knowledge as a whole.

Her expression sours slightly at the mention of the creatures from the sewer, and she places a hand on her hip, the other coming to her chin in thought.

"Well... it's nothing entirely concrete, you see. I've only ever heard of them before. The ambulatory brain is called an Intellect Devourer, and they usually work at the behest of those tentacled creatures- Mindflayers, they're called. As their names suggest, their tactics generally involve disrupting the mental faculties of their targets. I've never experienced it, but I've heard it can be quite harrowing. And very dangerous. We should... probably consider looking into them more, just in case."

"Feels a bit unethical, don't you think?" Of course, maybe that's just Rani's own sense of right and wrong- she knows full well that 'business' can entail a lot of unscrupulous things if one wants success. Even so... "There's got to be a way to get their fingers out of our metaphorical pies. Especially since they weren't keen on caring about the place until they suddenly had someone to take money from for just being here." And really, that's what rankles her the most, if she's honest. If it really was about the 'upkeep' of the place, then why had it been allowed to fall into such disrepair for so long?

It bears looking into in her opinion, if nothing else. After all, they need to make money properly, don't they? Being forced to hand over so much of what they might make just to keep the ball rolling feels like a scam. One she's certain she's seen enough of her parents' business acumen to deal with.

Reaching out for the bowl, Rani stirs her spoon into it thoughtfully, tapping her nails against her utensils.

"As for that unpleasant man, it might be too obvious if we break in and steal all his things. I'd say the better idea is to have him followed and see what other 'unpleasantness' he gets up to. If he really wants to try and threaten us, then it's only fair that we take steps to ensure our own safety, don't you think?" Pausing to take a large spoonful of the jambalaya, Rani brightens, her eyes glimmering.

"Oh, this is fantastic. The spices aren't like anything I've tried before, and I've tried a fair few. What's in this, 'Maw?"

Rani takes her talk with Lady Phaulkon quite seriously, deciding that even if she doesn't stay in Waterdeep, the decentralized nature of the organization suits her needs quite well. And upon hearing the goals of the enclave, she feels as though it's a wise opportunity to bring up her group's recent encounter.

Rani clutches the charm she's been given, and clears her throat.

"I'll ask my companions about taking on that scarecrow as soon as we're able, madame. However, I feel it's in the interests of the Enclave to know that I've recently run across the presence of both an intellect devourer and a mindflayer in the sewers of the city. While I'm not certain of the extent of their presence, or just how much they've done in recent times... it's better to say something than allow Waterdeep to be caught unawares of a possible incursion, yes?"

Rani, despite herself, finds herself fascinated by the expanse of open land they're meant to be looking for the scarecrows in. It's a wonder they haven't been spotted more easily so far, but she supposes if it were so simple, people wouldn't be having such a difficult time. Still, by the time they eventually catch wind of the things-or rather, they catch wind of the group- she's not nearly so enamored by the mostly featureless landscape of farmland.

While Pen's attack might not do as much harm as he'd hoped, it still provides a good enough distraction for Rani's arrow to strike the Scarecrow and hard.

"Pen!" She calls, making a motion with her next arrow as she grabs it. "Stab, don't cut!"

The work for the Lord's Alliance, on the other hand, doesn't fill Rani with anything but a sense of distaste. While she finds herself with new respect for the people who do the work day in and day out, she's beginning to worry that continuing this work will leave her clothing smelling foul simply by proximity. And that's not even getting started on her hair. She's grateful that it's at the very least uneventful... until it suddenly isn't, and she thinks she should learn not to jinx things, even inadvertently.

When the carrion crawler heads for Badmaw, the thought 'oh no' crosses her mind immediately and- as if on cue- the thing digs into the lizardfolk and seems to paralyze him. When she pulls out her bow to shoot, however, the creature's writhing body makes it go wide, nearly hitting Badmaw instead.

Rani watches the rest of the group with some degree of interest as they take to 'handling' the situation in their own ways. Amberlyn's disapproval in particular gives her a bit of a chuckle, though she winces as Pen's glaive goes a bit awry. That said, she doesn't think she can particularly add much to the situation, and so settles for pulling one of her curved shortswords out of its sheath, idly curving it around her wrist and forearm before taking careful hold of it and... using it to pick under her nails, glaring at the wood debris stuck beneath them furiously.

The combined effect makes her look somewhat murderous, which she doesn't at all notice as she continues trying to pry a would-be splinter from beneath her nail.

Rani accepts the hug with a laugh, patting the other woman on the shoulder.

"Right then, if that's settled, let's head out, hmm? We can talk about colors you'd prefer on the way. I will advise, of course, to consider the type of fabric as well, and the likelihood of the weather we'll be facing in coming days. Considering the seasons won't be changing any time soon, it might be best to leave the consideration of more or less insulation against cold for another time. We'll definitely need to make sure we get something that won't get too waterlogged though. Given our recent adventures, something easy to clean would be good too."

Of course, these are all things she's only learned since leaving home, and are considerations she hadn't thought of herself, but had to have impressed upon her by others. Still, she's also happy to be able to help someone else, especially given that Amberlyn hadn't really had to consider proper armor before coming to the city.

"Shall we eat while we're out too? I've been wanting to try some of the restaurants nearby and..." Her tone turns a bit contrite, "well, I was hoping I'd run into someone to make good on a prior arrangement, but..."

She trails off, leading the way out of the manor with a little laugh at herself over it. What a silly thing to be embarrassed about.

It takes Rani a bit of time to figure out what she wants to say and how she wants to say it as they spar. Granted, she's prone to blurting things out more often than not, because too much considering makes her feel like one of her parents. It feels a bit deceitful, now and then, to have to think so hard about what she wants to say. But in the interests of not saying something unwieldy or causing dissent among their number, she figures she should be a little less thoughtless in her efforts.

"I'm not entirely sure," she begins, "what's happened before you came here. I do recall you bawling your sorrows to Amberlyn at the tavern before, but I was admittedly... preoccupied at the time, and didn't really catch most of it." Not that she could have otherwise, her hearing was good, but not good enough to compete with that much ambient noise, especially with the conversations that had been happening around her. "But you shouldn't let whatever misfortune that was color your efforts for the rest of your days."

It's obvious how hard he's trying of course, and it's not as though the others don't appreciate the effort either. Of all of them, he, Maw and Amberlyn are the best at physical endeavors, and while Rani has her own athleticism, none of it is the sort that's useful with dragging around furniture or rebuilding facilities.

"Whatever you planned to do before didn't work out, and that's fine, isn't it? All things considered, you could have done worse than to have ended up with a manor and a tavern out of the deal, even if it is shared with the rest of us." Her makeshift weapon snaps as she blocks a strike, but Rani simply adjusts her hold on the separate halves and repositions. "Stop thinking so hard about proving you can do more. Isn't doing what you can enough?"

"What a pity he doesn't have exclusive say as to what I do then, isn't it?" Rani's smile is pleasant, but a bit too full of teeth. If there's one thing she truly loathes, it's someone else trying to make decisions on her behalf. "I'll see about clearing out what's unsalvageable and perhaps trying to find replacements. Who knows, if we build up a decent enough collection, we may be able to charge a lending fee if there's anything worthwhile." After all, in a manor like this, there had to be something worth advertising to more magically-inclined types. Or at the very least, enthusiasts of history and knowledge as a whole.

Her expression sours slightly at the mention of the creatures from the sewer, and she places a hand on her hip, the other coming to her chin in thought.

"Well... it's nothing entirely concrete, you see. I've only ever heard of them before. The ambulatory brain is called an Intellect Devourer, and they usually work at the behest of those tentacled creatures- Mindflayers, they're called. As their names suggest, their tactics generally involve disrupting the mental faculties of their targets. I've never experienced it, but I've heard it can be quite harrowing. And very dangerous. We should... probably consider looking into them more, just in case."

"Feels a bit unethical, don't you think?" Of course, maybe that's just Rani's own sense of right and wrong- she knows full well that 'business' can entail a lot of unscrupulous things if one wants success. Even so... "There's got to be a way to get their fingers out of our metaphorical pies. Especially since they weren't keen on caring about the place until they suddenly had someone to take money from for just being here." And really, that's what rankles her the most, if she's honest. If it really was about the 'upkeep' of the place, then why had it been allowed to fall into such disrepair for so long?

It bears looking into in her opinion, if nothing else. After all, they need to make money properly, don't they? Being forced to hand over so much of what they might make just to keep the ball rolling feels like a scam. One she's certain she's seen enough of her parents' business acumen to deal with.

Reaching out for the bowl, Rani stirs her spoon into it thoughtfully, tapping her nails against her utensils.

"As for that unpleasant man, it might be too obvious if we break in and steal all his things. I'd say the better idea is to have him followed and see what other 'unpleasantness' he gets up to. If he really wants to try and threaten us, then it's only fair that we take steps to ensure our own safety, don't you think?" Pausing to take a large spoonful of the jambalaya, Rani brightens, her eyes glimmering.

"Oh, this is fantastic. The spices aren't like anything I've tried before, and I've tried a fair few. What's in this, 'Maw?"

Rani takes her talk with Lady Phaulkon quite seriously, deciding that even if she doesn't stay in Waterdeep, the decentralized nature of the organization suits her needs quite well. And upon hearing the goals of the enclave, she feels as though it's a wise opportunity to bring up her group's recent encounter.

Rani clutches the charm she's been given, and clears her throat.

"I'll ask my companions about taking on that scarecrow as soon as we're able, madame. However, I feel it's in the interests of the Enclave to know that I've recently run across the presence of both an intellect devourer and a mindflayer in the sewers of the city. While I'm not certain of the extent of their presence, or just how much they've done in recent times... it's better to say something than allow Waterdeep to be caught unawares of a possible incursion, yes?"

Rani, despite herself, finds herself fascinated by the expanse of open land they're meant to be looking for the scarecrows in. It's a wonder they haven't been spotted more easily so far, but she supposes if it were so simple, people wouldn't be having such a difficult time. Still, by the time they eventually catch wind of the things-or rather, they catch wind of the group- she's not nearly so enamored by the mostly featureless landscape of farmland.

While Pen's attack might not do as much harm as he'd hoped, it still provides a good enough distraction for Rani's arrow to strike the Scarecrow and hard.

"Pen!" She calls, making a motion with her next arrow as she grabs it. "Stab, don't cut!"

The work for the Lord's Alliance, on the other hand, doesn't fill Rani with anything but a sense of distaste. While she finds herself with new respect for the people who do the work day in and day out, she's beginning to worry that continuing this work will leave her clothing smelling foul simply by proximity. And that's not even getting started on her hair. She's grateful that it's at the very least uneventful... until it suddenly isn't, and she thinks she should learn not to jinx things, even inadvertently.

When the carrion crawler heads for Badmaw, the thought 'oh no' crosses her mind immediately and- as if on cue- the thing digs into the lizardfolk and seems to paralyze him. When she pulls out her bow to shoot, however, the creature's writhing body makes it go wide, nearly hitting Badmaw instead.

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Rani accepts the hug with a laugh, patting the other woman on the shoulder.

"Right then, if that's settled, let's head out, hmm? We can talk about colors you'd prefer on the way. I will advise, of course, to consider the type of fabric as well, and the likelihood of the weather we'll be facing in coming days. Considering the seasons won't be changing any time soon, it might be best to leave the consideration of more or less insulation against cold for another time. We'll definitely need to make sure we get something that won't get too waterlogged though. Given our recent adventures, something easy to clean would be good too."

Of course, these are all things she's only learned since leaving home, and are considerations she hadn't thought of herself, but had to have impressed upon her by others. Still, she's also happy to be able to help someone else, especially given that Amberlyn hadn't really had to consider proper armor before coming to the city.

"Shall we eat while we're out too? I've been wanting to try some of the restaurants nearby and..." Her tone turns a bit contrite, "well, I was hoping I'd run into someone to make good on a prior arrangement, but..."

She trails off, leading the way out of the manor with a little laugh at herself over it. What a silly thing to be embarrassed about.

It takes Rani a bit of time to figure out what she wants to say and how she wants to say it as they spar. Granted, she's prone to blurting things out more often than not, because too much considering makes her feel like one of her parents. It feels a bit deceitful, now and then, to have to think so hard about what she wants to say. But in the interests of not saying something unwieldy or causing dissent among their number, she figures she should be a little less thoughtless in her efforts.

"I'm not entirely sure," she begins, "what's happened before you came here. I do recall you bawling your sorrows to Amberlyn at the tavern before, but I was admittedly... preoccupied at the time, and didn't really catch most of it." Not that she could have otherwise, her hearing was good, but not good enough to compete with that much ambient noise, especially with the conversations that had been happening around her. "But you shouldn't let whatever misfortune that was color your efforts for the rest of your days."

It's obvious how hard he's trying of course, and it's not as though the others don't appreciate the effort either. Of all of them, he, Maw and Amberlyn are the best at physical endeavors, and while Rani has her own athleticism, none of it is the sort that's useful with dragging around furniture or rebuilding facilities.

"Whatever you planned to do before didn't work out, and that's fine, isn't it? All things considered, you could have done worse than to have ended up with a manor and a tavern out of the deal, even if it is shared with the rest of us." Her makeshift weapon snaps as she blocks a strike, but Rani simply adjusts her hold on the separate halves and repositions. "Stop thinking so hard about proving you can do more. Isn't doing what you can enough?"

"What a pity he doesn't have exclusive say as to what I do then, isn't it?" Rani's smile is pleasant, but a bit too full of teeth. If there's one thing she truly loathes, it's someone else trying to make decisions on her behalf. "I'll see about clearing out what's unsalvageable and perhaps trying to find replacements. Who knows, if we build up a decent enough collection, we may be able to charge a lending fee if there's anything worthwhile." After all, in a manor like this, there had to be something worth advertising to more magically-inclined types. Or at the very least, enthusiasts of history and knowledge as a whole.

Her expression sours slightly at the mention of the creatures from the sewer, and she places a hand on her hip, the other coming to her chin in thought.

"Well... it's nothing entirely concrete, you see. I've only ever heard of them before. The ambulatory brain is called an Intellect Devourer, and they usually work at the behest of those tentacled creatures- Mindflayers, they're called. As their names suggest, their tactics generally involve disrupting the mental faculties of their targets. I've never experienced it, but I've heard it can be quite harrowing. And very dangerous. We should... probably consider looking into them more, just in case."

"Feels a bit unethical, don't you think?" Of course, maybe that's just Rani's own sense of right and wrong- she knows full well that 'business' can entail a lot of unscrupulous things if one wants success. Even so... "There's got to be a way to get their fingers out of our metaphorical pies. Especially since they weren't keen on caring about the place until they suddenly had someone to take money from for just being here." And really, that's what rankles her the most, if she's honest. If it really was about the 'upkeep' of the place, then why had it been allowed to fall into such disrepair for so long?

It bears looking into in her opinion, if nothing else. After all, they need to make money properly, don't they? Being forced to hand over so much of what they might make just to keep the ball rolling feels like a scam. One she's certain she's seen enough of her parents' business acumen to deal with.

Reaching out for the bowl, Rani stirs her spoon into it thoughtfully, tapping her nails against her utensils.

"As for that unpleasant man, it might be too obvious if we break in and steal all his things. I'd say the better idea is to have him followed and see what other 'unpleasantness' he gets up to. If he really wants to try and threaten us, then it's only fair that we take steps to ensure our own safety, don't you think?" Pausing to take a large spoonful of the jambalaya, Rani brightens, her eyes glimmering.

"Oh, this is fantastic. The spices aren't like anything I've tried before, and I've tried a fair few. What's in this, 'Maw?"

Rani takes her talk with Lady Phaulkon quite seriously, deciding that even if she doesn't stay in Waterdeep, the decentralized nature of the organization suits her needs quite well. And upon hearing the goals of the enclave, she feels as though it's a wise opportunity to bring up her group's recent encounter.

Rani clutches the charm she's been given, and clears her throat.

"I'll ask my companions about taking on that scarecrow as soon as we're able, madame. However, I feel it's in the interests of the Enclave to know that I've recently run across the presence of both an intellect devourer and a mindflayer in the sewers of the city. While I'm not certain of the extent of their presence, or just how much they've done in recent times... it's better to say something than allow Waterdeep to be caught unawares of a possible incursion, yes?"

Rani, despite herself, finds herself fascinated by the expanse of open land they're meant to be looking for the scarecrows in. It's a wonder they haven't been spotted more easily so far, but she supposes if it were so simple, people wouldn't be having such a difficult time. Still, by the time they eventually catch wind of the things-or rather, they catch wind of the group- she's not nearly so enamored by the mostly featureless landscape of farmland.

 

The work for the Lord's Alliance, on the other hand, doesn't fill Rani with anything but a sense of distaste. While she finds herself with new respect for the people who do the work day in and day out, she's beginning to worry that continuing this work will leave her clothing smelling foul simply by proximity. And that's not even getting started on her hair. She's grateful that it's at the very least uneventful... until it suddenly isn't, and she thinks she should learn not to jinx things, even inadvertently.

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