Bittersweet gift- Synovia x Imahnee x Gildee

As they reach the Manor after the Sandpoint tour, Synovia says to Lauren "This is an unpleasant and private task. Could you please wait outside in the Gardens?" She then turns to Imahnee with a sorrow filled sigh and says "Let's go find Gildee."

Grosilge is walking down the path to the manor and intercepts them. She's in a dress made of sail, rope, and netting. She tilts her head at them. "Hey, what is all this?" She points to Lorran and Imahnee. "Are you going to entertain them? You should only do that at the Pixie Kitten...You have to pay the boss."

Syn smiles and answers " No, we came looking for you. I think you've met Lauren, for some reason the Sheriff believes we need an escort, and this is a friend from Magnimar, Imahnee. Imahnee this is Gildy. Can Imahnee and I talk to you for a minute?" 

Gildy leans to the left to look around Synovia at Lorran who looked down at her with a smirk. The goblin had little idea who Lorran was, seeing her at Kitten when she was performed without much conversation between the two of them. Lorran, on the other hand, had every idea who Grosilge was and the thought made the guard smile. "Hey, Gildie,"  the guard greeted smoothly. "Vrinn says hi too." Grosilge grinned. "Ja, I saw him already this morning!" She looks at Imahnee and Synnovia. "Let us being the talking. I have busy busy day. What do you need?"

Synovia puts her hand gently on the goblin's shoulder and gently turns her toward the Gardens. "Let's go to the garden." She turn to Lorren and says, "This might take awhile, feel free to return to work if you get tired of waiting." 

Lorran rolls her eyes. "Ugh! This  is my work, now," she grouses. "But, whatever,  I'll do a sweep of the house and like make sure it's cool and some junk." She waves her hands dismissively. Grosilge frowns. She eyes Lorran and rolls her eyes as well. "Yeah, like vhatever! I'm busy so hurry up. I have to teach new goblins stuff and help them with their pups." She throws her hands up. Imahnee grins and looks at Synovia, quirking his eyebrow at the mimicry. He's clearly amused and not at all perturbed by either green woman and their behavior.

Synovia, dreading the task to come, gives him a sad smile and whispers "Thank you for coming with me. I did not want to do this alone." As they reach the garden Syn leads everyone to a bench by the pond. As Gildy looks at her expectantly she takes a ragged breath and begins. " This morning one of the goblin patrol brought this to the Rusty Dragon. It was written by Bobole. He wrote each of us a note and I thought he would want you to hear what he felt about you." She take a breath and begins to read the words of her dead friend: Grosilge, I have so many things I didn’t get to say But there’s one I wanted to tell you, but didn’t know how I knew with Vrinn in your life I would just be in the way But now that I’m gone I can say it now I love you Grosilge, really I do! The day I saw you in the tavern I knew, If I could help it I’d always be with you. Barely able to finish through her own tears, Synovia tries to continue, "w-when we went to magni----Magnimar." Unable to finish she turns to Imahnee, "I-I"m sorry but I can't do this. Would, could you finish for me?" 

His large arms rap around Synovia and he whispers "It's all right" into her hair looking at the sad and confused Grosilge. "He bought you a gift... He had it made special for you," he said, trying to keep his deep voice light. He looks down at the weeping woman in his arms and sighs, hesitantly letting her go so that he could pull the armor from it's pack. He laid each piece out carefully and explaining every piece, the warrior in him unable to help the opportunity to express his expertise. Gildie watched quietly, saying nothing. "...The sleeves aren't really armor though so-" he hesitated. Grosilge was holding the tooth necklace Bobole gave her in her tiny hands attempting not to cry but failing miserably.  Imahnee sat next to her and put his kind arms around her but jumped back when she screamed like a wounded animal. She lets go of the necklace and curls into a ball, alternating between screaming and sobbing. The Osirion looks helpless at his predicament, a tear in his eye as well.

Syn pulls herself together enough to go to Gildy. She gathers the small woman in her arms and hold her despite her protests while Imahnee sits near them both. After a long when Gildy stops crying, Synovia asks "Do you still want to go to the goblins? It helps to keep busy." Turning to Imahnee she wipes her eyes, smiles and says "Ameiko says I'm Ugly when I cry. So, I guess you've seen me at my worst. Thank you and sorry. This is not how I expected your first visit to Sandpoint to go."

Gildie lies limp for a while, it having been a long time that she had to cry so hard, the first time being her punishment and exile from the Seven Tooths. She rolled off the bench, many times whimpering in between her shuddering gasps, and wiped her tear-stained, snotty face on her sail. Words escaping her, she sniff and scrambled for the door running in the house, passed Lorran who had fixed herself a sandwich and some wine (and who watched the whole thing unfold from the window), and up the stairs to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Imahnee sighed and places a hand on Synovia's. "Everyone has lost so much here," he began, staring at the door after Grosilge. "It reminds me...It reminds me of the slave houses in Osirion. The first time you see a mother's grief at losing a child or spouse, it tears at your insides. After 100 times, you just wish the damn women would stop screaming so you can get rest. Loss, makes you hard, like stone. It rips your heart out and you can no longer bleed by the wounds of life." He sets his jaw and takes Synovia's chin in his hand. "Desna brought me here because I need to help save this town from such pain. No more people here need to lose their loved ones. We must capture this murderer!" "I'll help!" Lorran says smirking from the window. "I can take you to our evidence...show you around the crime scenes..." Imahnee smiles and looks to Synovia. "Your friend is so helpful! It is good you have such nice friends, yes?"

Syn says with a smirk "It is a wonder a man so wise, can also be so nieve. Lorren's helpfulness is more about spending time with you." In a more serious tone, but still smiling she continues "I don't know how I would have dealt with this alone. Thank you." She lays a hand on his cheek and gives him a light kiss. 

Under his dark skin his cheeks flush and a shocked expression covers his face. He gapes like a  fish for a  moment, unable to find words but settles on his usual back up -  a smile. 

"So, Let me check on Gildy, and the we can meet with the others and go over plans for tonight." 

Imahnee nods and heads back to the house, grinning. "Lorren, you want to spend time with me? Tell me about being a Sandpoint guard; I may want to enlist." Lorren, whom's expression was foul at the intimacy Synovia and Imahnee shared, brightened. "Uh, like sure!" She pulled out of the window, not bothering to shut it, and swung open the door.

Syn goes upstairs to check on Gildy, finding the door locked and her strumming on Mein Axe,  she returns downstairs and heads to the kitchen. Well,  we should get back. Hemlock is most likely torturing whoever is in the office.