Ghost Story

[Varric]

"It does, unfortunately. And it has to be natural silk," Varric says with another shrug. "Like I said, there's not much hurry as I thought to get it well before I'll need it."

[GamesMaster]

"What about Monster Silk?" Monster Silk comes from monstrous spiders -- anything from Drow Silk farmed underground to Ogre silk from massive Ogre Spiders. Toukami is known for using silk spiders, which provide a higher quality of silk without the magical shortcuts inherent in synthetic silk.

[Varric]

Varric considers that for a moment, a slight frown forming. "No sapient spiders, no evil spiders. And not phase spider silk." Asshole. 

[GamesMaster]

"There such thing as a good spider? Little devils, they are," she jokes. "Alright. I'll see what I can do. What about the gossip? Anything in particular?"

[Varric]

"It's not the little ones that bother me," Varric grumbles, rubbing at his shoulder. "As for the gossip, well, suppose 'gossip' isn't really the right word. More local history. Been doing a lot of cleaning and such up at the manor and I ran across some documents that reference a 'Bright Braid-on?' Hopefully little Bethie's phonetic spelling is close enough. 

[GamesMaster]

"Braiden. That was the Bright before our current Bright's took over. Trained him, at least theologically speaking; he got the combat stuff elsewhere, Astea be praised, but the finer points of theology came from Braiden, Mileen guard his soul."

[Varric]

"Ah, so he's passed then?" Varric sighs. "Shame, and for more than just the value he must have brought to the village from his service and self. I was hoping he'd be able to tell me about the late family."

[GamesMaster]

"Which, Lord Verburry's family? They're all passed now, save little Carver, he's moved away some decades ago. Before my time, really. Twice a widower, that Lord Verburry, lived alone at the end."

[Varric]

"Carver?" Varric repeats, eyes gleaming. Carol, Car, Carver? 

[GamesMaster]

"Aye, the son. Carver Hawke, he was called. Moved away when I was a girl. Dunno if he's living or dead, nowabouts. Never comes back to visit."

[Varric]

"Huh. Shame that; pretty sure there's some of his things that I've found. Nothing of value, coin wise, but things he might want. Have wanted." Varric rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Anyone you can think of that might remember more?"

[GamesMaster]

"You'll want the elders, it's been thirty years he's been gone. Maybe Widow Smith, Mark the Blacksmith's mother?"

[Varric]

"Widow Smith," Varric repeats. "I'd hate to just drop by her house without an invite. Is there a place where the elders congregate?"

[GamesMaster]

"Not so  much, but she likes to sit in the tavern and have a spot of tea in the afternoons, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind the company." Rhea smiles. 

[Varric]

"That sounds like a plan. I'll gather my list and pay now, but would you mind if I left my shopping here until I'm ready to head back for the day?"