[OoC: I think it's time to invest in a spell checker. 
I cleaned it up in the quote below. ]
Ning looks over the biscuits and cookies. Most are just your typical round shape. There are a few she's shaped into whimsical men, women and animal shapes. If he picks one up he notices they are rather hard from lack of baking ingredients which is likely why she went to get some of her jams to add sweetness.
Cozar gets a whiff of the sweet smelling vapor and suddenly feels tingly all over his body. Then he starts feeling warm and relaxed like he slipped into a nice warm bath that he never wants to get out of. He chuckles at the vapors that seem to morph into different shapes like winged pink elephants, tweeting birds and chubby little purple dinosaurs chasing their tails.
"Found some," the old woman chimes from downstairs. Then one by one, six jars float up the stairs, each filled with different colored contents. "Thank goodness for mage hand," she says while slowly climbing up the stairs.
Cozar hears someone faintly speaking to him. Through slitted eyes and wearing a stupefied smile, he slowly looks around searching for where the voice was coming from. He flinches slightly when he finally notices the old woman's face is mere inches from his own. She seems to be saying something but her voice sounds so faint he's having trouble making out what she's saying. A few moments later he finds himself sitting in an arm chair and marveling about how he feels like he's floating.
"I'm so sorry," the old woman says to Ning (who's probably standing beside the chair the old woman helped Crozar to sit in). "I guess I should have warned you both about what I was making but like I said, it's been a long time since I've had visitors to be concerned about. I use this concoction to numb the senses of intruders like the were-snails. It's much easier to deal with dangerous creatures when they're half-baked."
I cleaned it up in the quote below. ](04-01-2021, 06:58 PM)Ningalu Baal'urki Wrote: Ning desperately wants to cast detect magic, but does not dare risk the Torque for something trivial. Instead he contents himself with examining the jars and knick-knacks, seeing if there is a way he can perhaps create a satchel she can carry her supplies (or someone else can carry for her) out of perhaps her bedding, so that she will have both clothing and bedding material
[OoC common boy scout trick.. roll it into a tube and tie the ends of the tube together as a bundle holding everything that you can then just loop over your shoulder.]
Ning looks over the biscuits and cookies. Most are just your typical round shape. There are a few she's shaped into whimsical men, women and animal shapes. If he picks one up he notices they are rather hard from lack of baking ingredients which is likely why she went to get some of her jams to add sweetness.
Cozar gets a whiff of the sweet smelling vapor and suddenly feels tingly all over his body. Then he starts feeling warm and relaxed like he slipped into a nice warm bath that he never wants to get out of. He chuckles at the vapors that seem to morph into different shapes like winged pink elephants, tweeting birds and chubby little purple dinosaurs chasing their tails.
"Found some," the old woman chimes from downstairs. Then one by one, six jars float up the stairs, each filled with different colored contents. "Thank goodness for mage hand," she says while slowly climbing up the stairs.
Cozar hears someone faintly speaking to him. Through slitted eyes and wearing a stupefied smile, he slowly looks around searching for where the voice was coming from. He flinches slightly when he finally notices the old woman's face is mere inches from his own. She seems to be saying something but her voice sounds so faint he's having trouble making out what she's saying. A few moments later he finds himself sitting in an arm chair and marveling about how he feels like he's floating.
"I'm so sorry," the old woman says to Ning (who's probably standing beside the chair the old woman helped Crozar to sit in). "I guess I should have warned you both about what I was making but like I said, it's been a long time since I've had visitors to be concerned about. I use this concoction to numb the senses of intruders like the were-snails. It's much easier to deal with dangerous creatures when they're half-baked."
