"Excuse my little friend, he's the muscle of the group. We offer fifty dragons for the performance and up to a hundred if you don't ask any questions. Such amazing artists like you deserve an amazing sum of gold like that, and I think that it's time for you to get paid properly."

"We're listening."

"It's a really delicate situation, and if you don't follow the rules once you accept your job, you'll be met with deadly force. Obviously, the rules are easy and it's not something that you should worry about... Just keep in mind."

"Oh, that's good. Threaten them." Kasha moans. "That's it. I give up."

"Your feral smelly friend is right.."
"Hey!"
"We don't like to be threatened. What's this all about? Why all the secrecy?"

Sylivar audibly sighs and rolls his eyes. He places a hand in his pouch and retrieves more gold. "No questions asked, remember? Apologies for my companions. They're a bit...eccentric. How about it? A hundred gold for a singular performance in a specific place, eh?" 

The dwarves all turn around and huddle. They talk amongst themselves. One of them farts very loudly.

"Oh, that's just nasty." Kasha moans, swatting the air.

The turn around.

"We accept your terms. Where, and when?"

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"Bucchhhh, you smell like angry." Kasha wrinkled her nose at Bruvir.

Bruvir, as if on cue, burped loudly in Kasha's face before swaying wildly, though he managed to hold himself up.  "Blasted tiny form..." he muttered to himself as he re-found his balance.  Suddenly needed a very long nap, Bruvir looked to the performers and said brusqeuly (and drunkenly), "We'll... we'll contact you when you're ready.  Stay here till we need you."  Then without waiting for a reply, he turned around and headed for the exit and the direction he assumed was home. 

Kasha wiped her face, muttering, "Oh, that's it. That does it."

"Easy - stay right here and I'll contact you when we need. Keep your songs up. They're quite...eclectic," Syl grins. It wasn't a lie, sure, and it wasn't necessarily a compliment - he just hopes the dwarves don't know what 'eclectic' really means. Syl forks over another ten gold to keep them hooked. He gathers the rest of the party and wanders out of earshot to the patrons - preferably exiting to some alleyway. He rubs his hands together in his usual, excited way. "So. Two of three - done. Let's find a unicorn, right? How the hell? I suggest we ask Renaer. He'd probably know, the rich bastard." 

"Oi, what did he just call us?" One of the dwarves asks to another. Kasha turned to Syl. "How the **** is right. How are we going to get a unicorn?! Those don't just walk down the street, do they? Right? Do they? Oh! What about a stuffed animal? Would that work?"

"Syl seduced a dragoness and managed us to make a deal for her with some amazing conditions. I think that asking someone to invoke a unicorn's gonna be way easier"

Feliara said after slapping the back of Bruvir's head for his rudeness. She crossed her arms and looked at Syl, wondering if the lady would backstab them at the sight of so much gold.

"Maybe we can stick a horn to someone's forehead and call it a unicorn"

"That's not how that shit works, Feli!" Kasha laughed.

 "Unicorn means one horn, right? Then something with one horn is a unicorn!"

She joked exaggeratedly, moving her hands as if she was a teacher explaining the lesson to a class of kids. A soft laugh escaped her and made her stop her performance, leaving her hands on her hips and sighing deeply.

"A goddamn unicorn... What was that corpse thinking?"

"The only way to know is to find out! I say we try to find something that looks like a unicorn...in fact, I remember something." Acting on a hunch, Sylivar gestures for the party to follow as he nimbly skips towards the old Xoblob shop - perhaps they had more stuffed toy beholders. Or, perhaps - they might have a unicorn. 

"It's a HORSE with one horn. That's a unicorn! It has to be a horse!" Kasha blurted at Feli, like it was totally obvious.

"I remember seeing a unicorn once when I was but a lad."  A drunken Bruvir randomly blurted out; having been retrieved by the others before he stumbled too far away.  "It was was grey with a big horn and I saw it..." he began before stopping mid sentence.  After a beat, a light snoring noise could be heard emanating from the miniaturized giant.  It appeared that he had fallen asleep mid tangent.

Kasha gives Bruvir a pat on the back. "Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids."

"To the toystore!" Kasha declares dramatically, pointing to the sky.

Bruvir was startled awake after Kasha patted him on the back. "Wha- Unicorn!!" he exclaimed as he clumsily tried (and failed) to pull out his hammer.  Drunkenly coming to the conclusion that there was no immediate danger, he would follow the group wherever they went to next (with a little assistance to make sure he didn't accidently wander off here and there).

Old Xoblobs Shop.

Syl swaggers into the Old Xoblob shop through the familiar dock ward, bumping open the door with his hips. After casting a look around the strange room - stuffed beholders and trinkets, oh my - he swerves towards Old Xoblob himself in the back and decides to indulge the old man in his sense of grandeur. He leans forwards as he races towards the counter and smiles - "Xoblob, you're the one I need. The only one who can help us, actually. Quick - there's no time to explain. Do you have a stuffed unicorn?" 

"Greeting! Welcome to Xoblob's shop. A stuffed unicorn, you say? One moment please. Let me check."

And the purple haired gnome goes into the back room.

Sylivar leans, elbow on counter, and raises his eyes at the menagerie of items present within the store. "Well? That's three for three, assuming this works. Anything else we'd like to buy in the interim?" Syl wanders over towards an assortment of purple-dyed flowers as hw waits - that would do nicely for Zelifarna. "What do you think? Head to the vault? I have this aboleth screaming in my mind all the time - I would prefer to get this over and done with so I can stop this fish from twisting my mind."

Kasha copies you, leaning on the counter, trying to be cool, she bobs her eyebrows. "So. How was it?"