Borric eyes the coat, hesitant to accept, yet unwilling to insult the Pict's generosity.
Brule helps Borric slip the coat on and stands back. It's a tiny bit big, but with a belt or a baldric it can easily be tightened into place. Brule stands back and nods approvingly.
"Very good. Hopefully it serves you better than that brute I took it from." He laughs at his own gallows humor.
(Stats for the armor: Absorbs 1d8+1/1d8(no helmet), moderate burden, 25%(helmet)/10%(no helmet) perception, manipulation, physical skill penalties. twice as durable as iron vs corrosive attacks, worth 3-4 times normal iron scale mail. I already added this to your sheet, so you have two suits of armor now).
Cormac enters Eogan's house and notes the dust and partially collapsed roof that has leaked water everywhere. Eogan apparently left in quite a hurry, there is some unidentifiable rotted sludge in a bowl on a table. The bedroom reveals a disheveled sleeping pallet and a desk with two pieces of blank, wet parchment and a writing quill. A rack behind the desk for holding scrolls is empty which seems strange to you, but you're not sure why.
Marcán chuckles at the crow. "Is that the bird you're looking for, Urash?"
He digresses, and faces Aphrodisias, "Not to increase your pain, but I also had a more personal request to make. I'm not sure if it's as complicated at the orb, but I've been looking for my father, and my brother, who went missing a few weeks back. Since I'm here I didn't think I'd still get the chance to look for them but..." he digs out the old longsword strapped to his backpack, "...maybe you can? My father made this so it might have something of him on it. I'd be willing to repay you, help in any way I can, I'm no mage but I can also use a deal of magic myself."
After tending your wounds, Aphrodisias steps back and examines the cuts and bruises,
"You'll heal just fine. Just get some rest for the next week or so and drink bitter-root tea." She takes the sword offered up to her, and nods,
"I think I can do something with this." She sighs as she looks around the hut at the bits and bobs given to her for study and inspection, "I'm going to need some help. If you two wouldn't mind I'm going to need your help to hasten our projects."
Distracted, Urash opines:
"Yes... Perhaps a simple... translation problem. Witches do not get to name spells in Acadia, you see... Controlled trademarks, property of the Lugals... Masters of the Academy, and other great state-sanctioned sorcerors of our cities... Enki's Eye, might be it... or the Gaze of Al Razul? Hopefully not that one.., Hmm."
Urash stops mumbling and winces slightly as the rook's beak snatches off bits of his skin, but remains in his low stoop and does not withdraw his hands. He is visibly delighted when the bird jumps onto them.
"I think we will understand each other well, in truth." He says, either to the bird or in response to Aphrodisias.
Bringing the rook close to his face, Urash gently whispers something in Acadian, fixing the bird's eyes with his own.
The crow squawks at Urash and cocks its head to the side. When the incantation finishes, the bird jumps from his hand to his shoulder, quite content to sit there.
fast forward to retreiving the silver bowl
When Urash shows the bowl to Aphrodisias her eyes widen when she touches the preternaturally cold font.
"Oh? Now this is something! I know what this is straight away!" Excitedly, she rushes over and grabs a clay pitcher and brings it back,
"Watch this!" She says with poorly disguised glee and pours clear spring water into the bowl. Immediately images swirl in the ripples and when it finally stops moving, it's as if you were looking into a window that was fixed a mile up in the air, it takes a few moments to get your bearings and realize that you are looking down at the village.
"Now then, this is going to be very helpful. With the right components -- a belonging, a bit of hair, some nail clippings -- we can find anybody. The more personal the item -- hair is best -- the more detail we'll see and the longer the scrying should last: Oona's knot. That sword. Anything else you can think of should work, but I should warn you that we will only get one shot. If this is what I think it is, the magic of the bowl will destroy whatever is put inside it."