Beowulf, Gundren says the following, "Spell components, eh? Barthen's Provisions has lots of weird items, but not too many expensive ones. If you want anything over 25 gold, I have no clue where you could go to find it."
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Beowulf, Gundren says the following, "Spell components, eh? Barthen's Provisions has lots of weird items, but not too many expensive ones. If you want anything over 25 gold, I have no clue where you could go to find it."
I say to Gundren, "Thank you. The items I need are pretty basic I think. (some holy water, yew leaf, powdered silver and iron, parchment) Can you tell me how to find this Barthen's Provisions?".
"I'm content to take care of this tomorrow, as long as we’ll have time to allow for the diversion. Thank you for the accommodations.” Before I finish my dinner I order a second helping and depart the inn, to look for the poor in the streets, to share that meal with them and give them some hope and encouragement, as is my custom when the situation allows for it. I then head up to my room, to finish my night in prayer and meditation in preparation for the journey tomorrow.
You all wake up the next morning feeling refreshed. You see Gundren waiting for you outside the inn. "Are you all ready? The way to Neverwinter is quite long. Well be meeting up with a human soldier at Barthen's Provisions."
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Gundren guides you to Barthen's Provisions and as you walk inside you see tons of shelves and items. Among these are weird items and normal items of all kinds. You also see an armored human and Gundren walks toward him. "Everyone, meet Sildar Hallwinter, a soldier that will be accompanying us. Beowulf, you wanted to get spell components, right? You are in the right place for that."
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Before I make my purchase, I offer a handshake to Sildar. "Hail soldier and well met! I'm Beowulf.".
I approach the counter and speak to the person there, offering my hand as is my custom, introducing myself, “Good day to you. My name is Beowulf and I need a few provisions. Do you have any potions for Cure Light Wounds? If so, what is the cost for each potion? I’d like to acquire some holy water if you happen to have that in store. I’ll also need 3 days of food rations, 1 flask of oil, and 1 torch.”
Cassia breezed in behind the pair, quiet and chipper as a spring breeze. A friendly smile offered to their new armored companion, she likewise turned her attention to the shelves. She was in need of nothing in particular, her bag being already stocked as well as she knew, but browsed thoroughly nonetheless. The oddities you could find in such quaint shops could surprise you sometime. A little well crafted pouch caught her eye. It was made of budget leather and a bit on the smaller side (perfect for smaller paws, she thought with a smile), but the cross-stitch leather trim work at the top and tie were a pleasing shape of blue against tan. It was full of sand, which was all but worthless given it could be found all around, but she carried the small item to the counter nonetheless. After patiently waiting for Beowulf to be served first, she said, "And this for me, if you please."
The shopkeeper says to Beowulf "I do not have any potions, I do, however, have holy water, oil, rations, and torches. That will be..." she thinks for a while trying to calculate the total price. "...26 GP, 6 sp, and 1 cp." Cassia, what is the name of the item you want? Sildar taps Vanir on the back, waking them up. "Get up, we have work to do."
Feeling pressured by Beowulf's generosity and by her own henceforth ignored noblesse oblige, Cassia swallowed the barter attempt she'd been about to make and instead dropped 3 sp on the counter. "If anyone comes looking for the bag, please have them sent word. I will see it returned." She left her name and means of contact and put the Little bag of Sand in her pack.
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Cassia, roll persuasion to charm someone
Beowulf, Gundren says the following, "Spell components, eh? Barthen's Provisions has lots of weird items, but not too many expensive ones. If you want anything over 25 gold, I have no clue where you could go to find it."
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You charm this human, and he buys you and Gwylla each a big meal and sits with you at your table.
I exist sometimes, especially when I'm DMing Curse of Strahd.
I say to Gundren, "Thank you. The items I need are pretty basic I think. (some holy water, yew leaf, powdered silver and iron, parchment)
Can you tell me how to find this Barthen's Provisions?".
"It's in the North-East corner of town, near the Triboar Trail, where we will be going tomorrow."
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"I'm content to take care of this tomorrow, as long as we’ll have time to allow for the diversion. Thank you for the accommodations.”
Before I finish my dinner I order a second helping and depart the inn, to look for the poor in the streets, to share that meal with them and give them some hope and encouragement, as is my custom when the situation allows for it. I then head up to my room, to finish my night in prayer and meditation in preparation for the journey tomorrow.
You all wake up the next morning feeling refreshed. You see Gundren waiting for you outside the inn. "Are you all ready? The way to Neverwinter is quite long. Well be meeting up with a human soldier at Barthen's Provisions."
I exist sometimes, especially when I'm DMing Curse of Strahd.
"Good to go."
Gundren guides you to Barthen's Provisions and as you walk inside you see tons of shelves and items. Among these are weird items and normal items of all kinds. You also see an armored human and Gundren walks toward him. "Everyone, meet Sildar Hallwinter, a soldier that will be accompanying us. Beowulf, you wanted to get spell components, right? You are in the right place for that."
I exist sometimes, especially when I'm DMing Curse of Strahd.
Before I make my purchase, I offer a handshake to Sildar. "Hail soldier and well met! I'm Beowulf.".
I approach the counter and speak to the person there, offering my hand as is my custom, introducing myself, “Good day to you. My name is Beowulf and I need a few provisions. Do you have any potions for Cure Light Wounds? If so, what is the cost for each potion? I’d like to acquire some holy water if you happen to have that in store. I’ll also need 3 days of food rations, 1 flask of oil, and 1 torch.”
Cassia breezed in behind the pair, quiet and chipper as a spring breeze. A friendly smile offered to their new armored companion, she likewise turned her attention to the shelves. She was in need of nothing in particular, her bag being already stocked as well as she knew, but browsed thoroughly nonetheless. The oddities you could find in such quaint shops could surprise you sometime. A little well crafted pouch caught her eye. It was made of budget leather and a bit on the smaller side (perfect for smaller paws, she thought with a smile), but the cross-stitch leather trim work at the top and tie were a pleasing shape of blue against tan. It was full of sand, which was all but worthless given it could be found all around, but she carried the small item to the counter nonetheless. After patiently waiting for Beowulf to be served first, she said, "And this for me, if you please."
Vanir is currently sleeping much more than he needs to, and will continue to do so until someone wakes him up.
The shopkeeper says to Beowulf "I do not have any potions, I do, however, have holy water, oil, rations, and torches. That will be..." she thinks for a while trying to calculate the total price. "...26 GP, 6 sp, and 1 cp." Cassia, what is the name of the item you want? Sildar taps Vanir on the back, waking them up. "Get up, we have work to do."
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Vanir stretches in the bed and yawns lazily. He climbs out of bed, and goes down to the tavern to eat some breakfast.
(Little bag of sand, if it's available. If not, can right it off as being someone's personal possession left on the shelf by mistake.)
To the shopkeeper I say, "Forgive me, that's a bit over my budget. If I buy only 1 days rations and 1 flask of oil, how much will that be?".
Beowulf: "You could buy everything you first asked for except holy water for 1 GP, 6sp, 1 cp.)
Cassia: "That's not an item of mine, but I'll sell it to you for 2 sp."
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“Thank you.” I reply. “That’s what I’d like to do. Here are 2 GP. When you give me the change, please keep 1 SP in appreciation for your help.”
They hand you 2 sp and 9 cp. "Thank you for your patronage."
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Feeling pressured by Beowulf's generosity and by her own henceforth ignored noblesse oblige, Cassia swallowed the barter attempt she'd been about to make and instead dropped 3 sp on the counter. "If anyone comes looking for the bag, please have them sent word. I will see it returned." She left her name and means of contact and put the Little bag of Sand in her pack.