Elthana hops out of the carriage, happily stretching her legs after the long ride and looks around at the town. Yep, same as she remembered. Though she did wonder if that one odd tent was going to be around again tonight or not...
"Sounds good Sam!"she yells back at the half-orc and heads off towards the Inn to secure them some rooms.
Gewyn cllimbs down out of the carriage with a bit less gusto. With hands on his hips, he arches his back, then turns around to grab onto the side of the carriage. HE bends forward and then leans away from the side, stretching out his shoulders and drawing forth a robust back-cracking sound. Then he turns around and straightens back up. It felt like it had been ages. He casts a look around to see how the town may have changed in their absence, keeping an eye out for any familiar faces.
Muir observes the town of trundlesten for the first time, and as he looks around he sees a normal run of the mill town, based on a through road it doesn't offer too much, relying upon travellers for its economy, the residents seem to keep to themselves, offering smiles toward the carriage as it passes. The shops down the main street of this small town offer supplies for most travelling eventualities, supplies and groceries, a small blacksmith, a tannery, and oddly enough for a small town a wizards shop with a bright sign out front and some dolls in the window.
As the group roll into town, everyone else observes that there doesn't seem to be much that has changed, despite the now notable abundance of snow, and the lack of any notion that the cirque de fantastique were ever there, the town seems to be winding down for the evening though the bustle if people going home from their day jobs busies the streets.
At the Trundlesten Inn, Elthana finds Trina the minotaur barkeep washing mugs for ale and serving out pints, usual business for a usual night. After speaking for a short while Elthana secures four rooms for a total of 2gold, breakfast included, stabling the horses for the night comes to an extra 2gold as the carriage and the amount of horses the group currently has is more than they'd previously stabled.
Iver, bustling in to the Inn finding a fire to warm himself by asks any of the group if they could search around a bit and call in any guards that may be patrolling the streets, or if anyone sees his sister outright, if they could bring her.
Griff for the most part just stares around as he is brought through the town, perching atop the carriage his face betrays a curiosity at just about everything he lays his beady black eyes upon.
With the horses stabled, rooms paid for, and a round of drinks in, the group is free to explore the town, the evening draws in, but many shops are still open, for now.
"Sure, Iver," Sam says. "I'm going to go back to that just rehydrate rations place, I figure ya can never have too much spare food on hand. If I see any guards on my way I shall tell them you need to talk..."
Sam will clue in whoever else is around on his plan as well, no need to have everyone lost and not knowing where anyone else is. "Just going to pick up some of them little rations, maybe look at the shelves before I head back and hit the hay..." (I'm assuming that is the wizard's shop mentioned?) Sam has no other shopping planned or needed so that is all he has on his agenda. He really is looking forward to an actual bed outside the elements for a change.
Muir looks at the others wondering what they’ll be up to since no one took up his request for a tour guide. “Well I am going to check out that wizard place…wizards always have their noses on the happenings of magics. I am going to stay in my tree tonight. It is more comfortable for me. Again any of you are welcome to join. I’ll meet you for dinner shortly”
“Sorry Muir, I didn’t see much of the town while here.” Elthana joins up with Muir and Sam as they head towards the wizards shop. “Though we all did go to this shop, it was most peculiar, looking forward to seeing what they have in store today”
She turned around towards the others, “Gewyn, Vin, Griff… You guys coming?”
Griff hops to and follows along, as the group heads towards the shop, the sign swinging outside reads 'Wizard Dennis' wizard shop' and a bell chimes as the door swings open.
The inside of the shop is dimly lit by candle light as the sun for the day is all but gone, but as the candle light flickers it reveals shelves stocked with various potions and trinkets, a large barrel filled to the brim with scrolls, and curiously several elvish looking carved dolls lining one shelf looking ominously down upon the party. Dennis, a middle aged human man with messy jet black hair poking out from under an oversized blue wizard hat, with matching I'll fitting blue robes, appears to be struggling with something at his counter, as the group enter he looks up and does a slightly delayed double take, "hey! Oh wow, it's you guys! I heard Hokum was open now or at least not a silent town in which no one returns etcetera... But I didn't think I'd be seeing you all so soon, I assume it went well?"
"Well we ain't dead," Sam points out. "That is well... We did the dirty work now it's time for others to do the rebuilding and such. You got more of those just add water rations?"
As Sam is proving his lack of skill at small talk he is also poking around the shop and looking at the knickknacks. He has no real interest in buying anything besides the rations, let the magical ones of the group worry about the magic stuff he figures. He would be a lot more curious in an armory or weapon shop.
"They weren't the tastiest thing ever but their lighter than the normal foodstuffs we cart around and that counts for something, eh?" Sam continues.
Sam will look over the potions, picking up one here and there, shaking it, holding it up to the light and all as if he knew one from another and could tell if they were any good or not.
As Dennis stands up and straightens out his robes, he puts a crowbar down on his counter, it's only then that the group see what it is that he was working on. A small wooden box chained closed and covered in barnacles sits on the chair behind his counter.
He clears his throat and gets to it, "well obviously alive is good, glad to see you all, have a look around, I've been busy, had a little too much time on my hands and not enough sales if I'm honest... Rations are still in stock, although I've only got about 100 meals worth, because last time you basically bought out my entire stock, OH! I did one thing differently this time though, Vin gave me the idea. Here!" He runs off to the back room and seconds later comes back with two brown bags, one large and one small, the small one is tossed on the table, "I went and concentrated the salts from the dehydration process, there's diminishing returns because of the capacity of food that I have to dehydrate for just a little of this concentrated flavour, BUT as Vin gave me the idea I thought I'd give him a freebie, so that's for you, I call it 'dust of deliciousness' it'll add flavour to just about anything, though it works best on edible stuff obviously. Now how many ration balls do you want?" He gives his best retail worker smile but it sits awkwardly on his face as he looks around the group before opening his mouth in a shocked expression, "holy shit, is that an aarakocra?"
Muir stands by the counter looking down at Dennis as he puts the crowbar on the counter and runs off to the back room. Suspicious, Muir takes a big ole whiff through his sniffer as Dennis is in the back
“Dust of Tastiness, got it. I’ll be sure that Vin gets it. He’ll be thrilled you took his suggestion,” Sam says and slips the bag into his pack. “I’m forgetting, how much are the rations? This is just personal use though so I won’t be taking them all by any means…”
“A whata-whatsis?” Sam calls out in response to Dennis. “What? No! That’s just Griff… we saved him from some ornery dwarves and he’s been tagging along ever since.”
Elthana peers over the desk at what the ol wizard was working on as he heads back to get his experiments for them. His reaction to Griff makes her chuckle a bit, but she doesn't respond to anything, just looks around.
Pulling out two scrolls, she takes them to the wizard to purchase once everyone is done chatting. But looks around to see if the Gewyn doll is one that is on his shelves.
Dennis leans on the counter and around Sam completely forgetting to answer his question on the coat of rations, "Griff? Oh wow, hey Griff what's your wingspan? Could I get a feather from you? Is that rude, I'm not sure if that's rude... Where are you from?"
Griff at this point had not been paying attention and was busy poking and prodding at various items on the shelves, just as Dennis begins his onslaught of questions Griff picks up one of the elvish looking dolls, which responds to his touch by speaking in a magically applied voice "I'm Elfo! Do you want to play?" The voice is very obviously Dennis' voice though with a faux high pitch to it. Griff drops the doll in surprise and a little disgust, he reactively flexes his wings which only knocks more dolls over, cascading to the floor "haha that tickles!" A resounding chorus of high pitched Dennis voices sound out from the dolls as the all hit the floor with a thud.
"Is small wooden peoples normal, or should I be making them dead?" Griff asks the group as he stares down ar the limp doll, one hand already on his sword.
As Griff knocks over a shelf-load of crap Sam considers pocketing the potion he is currently holding. It is an ideal distraction and totally coincidental, it's the perfect chance... But Sam is a champion now but more importantly Dennis seems a good enough chap. Sam just can't bring himself to steal from a decent bloke.
"Watch what you're doing!" Sam grumbles loudly at Griff. "There's a saying in these parts - You broke it, you bought it! And I'm pretty sure you have no coin at all... You could be owing Dennis here your whole lot of feathers if you keep knocking shit over!"
Sam helps put the items back up on the shelves, grumbling the whole time. Surely anything that ends up back where it should be is put back there more on accident than any care Sam takes in the organizing.
Looking around the shop Sam finds himself priced out of all of the items. He's not sure he'd be much interested anyway but, Sam whistles, damn they are pricy. Ok, the crossbow is affordable, he supposes but they're not really his style. He has his longbow for the rare time he is looking to hit something from a distance. Mostly he prefers to be up close and personal. The scrolls and potions he can afford, a bit, but their limited use makes Sam wonder if they are really worthwhile. Still... What is money for if not for spending? And if you're not going to splurge while you can afford it then when are you gunna?
"So Dennis," Sam will call out when the wizard has a moment unoccupied with the others or trying to pluck Griff nekkid. "How much for those just add rations? I am maybe looking for ten or twenty max, eh? And this potion here? Growth, I think it's labeled? This the only one you got? And what makes this better than the scroll that you says can enlarge or reduce? The scroll is marked cheaper than the potion..."
"You really should consider some more affordable healing potions too, my friend. Something for the wee knicks and cuts, eh? Or at least something someone could afford. Over a thousand gold? Balls! My life is valuable but I'm not sure it's THAT valuable..."
Muir shakes his head as Griff knock everything over. Muir thought about helping but seeing Sam head over was good enough for Muir "No need to destroy the wooden dolls. They look like little toys or knick knacks." Muir turns his attention back to the old, sea smelling crate "You seem to be having a bit of trouble with that crate there. Perhaps you would like some help?" Muir offers not entirely altruistic on his part as he is curious what's inside
"Nah Griff, those things won't hurt you. You can leave the sword out of it." If there are a couple errant dolls, she picks them up and assists with putting them away, but doesn't get in the middle of Sam and Griff as they do.. assuming Griff helps? lol
She does turn back to Dennis, "When you went back to get those ration experiments, I couldn't help but notice the Gewyn doll on your shelf in there. Any reason it isn't out here with the others?"
Dennis grins at the mess and the cacophonous jeering of the dolls, and then puts his retail face on, "ten days dehydrated rations I can do for 5 gold.
The scroll and the potion there, are actually drastically different, the scroll can grow OR shrink you, but the effects do not last long, however the potion, well that goes only one way, but for much longer you see. It's a case of variety over longevity in the magical application.
The cheap healing potions I did have were bought out, something to do with a severe lack of clerics around these days, this is all I've got left until I get around to making more, but it is strong as hell, if I do say so myself! This'll take you from deaths door to fighting fit in seconds, fresh as a daisy after a weekend in a hotspring!"
Turning to Muir he continues,
"Oh you're new! A druid if I'm not mistaken, never seen you round these parts, Ah yes this crate, I bought it from a guy, he was from the Overspill if I'm not mistaken, I do sometimes buy trinkets and such like for curiosity sake. Anyway, it appears to be magically sealed, no idea how or why, but if I can't get it open myself I suppose I'll just sell it off to whoever else has a curiosity for such things, you're welcome to try opening it, but you'll have to make me an offer if you want what's inside, I paid good money for it, see?"
Taking the scrolls that Elthana placed in the counter, Dennis unfurls them and checks them over before taking her gold and stamping the scrolls with a wax seal, "that'll be 140 gold, yes I thought the doll was quite quaint and after the kids in the town started arguing over who wanted it more I decided to keep it, though it did give me the idea to make those elf ones over there, added a few magically recorded phrases and there we have it! Though I think my Elfos are less, hmm, quality... I've only sold three and the kids aren't as excited as i first thought they'd be, little buggers!"
As the fold are cleared away and things put hastily back on the shelves, Griff relaxes slightly, but is perplexed by Dennis, "why is blue man wanting a feather? I am not willing to supply with feather, they are part of me yes." To which Dennis leans forward and mutters to those closest to the counter "I'll give anyone a ten percent discount on any one item if they provide me with a decent feather" then he stands back once more peering around the slab of body that is Sam and gives a pleasant wave to Griff saying, "no problem good sir!"
Gewyn looks at the pile of chattering dolls on the floor, and then over at the crossbow. "Well, you know, we are on a bit of a tight schedule, but if you could be ready tonight, I could give you few voicelines of my own for your dolls. Singing plushies of the Mister Melodic himself might sell a bit better. No offense."
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Dennis is a bit of a shit after all, Sam thinks upon hearing Dennis' muttered offer. I shoulda palmed that healing potion when I had the chance... Sam momentarily considers doing it anyway but without the same distraction he worries that perhaps his calling attention to the price of the potion would make it all the more noticeable that it was gone. And make him a likely suspect to boot.
"Touch one feather of his by ill means and I'll discount you," Sam growls back at Dennis instead. "He may not be one of us but he's with us, understand?" (Intimidation: 18 )
"Griff," Sam calls out to the beakbrain. "Do they ever... you know... fall off? What is it, molt? Could he get one of them?" Sam glares at the wizard then walks over to Griff.
"He makes stuff. Magic stuff. The potions, the scrolls... Magic..." Sam explains a bit quieter than conversationally. "I don't think he means nothing by it, I think it's just like an ingredient he needs to make something, eh? Not saying you should say yes... But if it wouldn't hurt you then you could maybe bargain with him and get something in return? Just a thought."
Sam otherwise lingers... observantly. He's suddenly wary of Dennis and is far more focused on making sure Griff isn't taken advantage of than he is in shopping. (Perception? 18 )
Muir smiles, takes out his staff and asks "Have you tried to dispel the magic? I could do that for you and if it works, I get first choice of 1 item inside....I think that is fair"
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Elthana hops out of the carriage, happily stretching her legs after the long ride and looks around at the town. Yep, same as she remembered. Though she did wonder if that one odd tent was going to be around again tonight or not...
"Sounds good Sam!" she yells back at the half-orc and heads off towards the Inn to secure them some rooms.
Gewyn cllimbs down out of the carriage with a bit less gusto. With hands on his hips, he arches his back, then turns around to grab onto the side of the carriage. HE bends forward and then leans away from the side, stretching out his shoulders and drawing forth a robust back-cracking sound. Then he turns around and straightens back up. It felt like it had been ages. He casts a look around to see how the town may have changed in their absence, keeping an eye out for any familiar faces.
Perception 11
Muir observes the town of trundlesten for the first time, and as he looks around he sees a normal run of the mill town, based on a through road it doesn't offer too much, relying upon travellers for its economy, the residents seem to keep to themselves, offering smiles toward the carriage as it passes. The shops down the main street of this small town offer supplies for most travelling eventualities, supplies and groceries, a small blacksmith, a tannery, and oddly enough for a small town a wizards shop with a bright sign out front and some dolls in the window.
As the group roll into town, everyone else observes that there doesn't seem to be much that has changed, despite the now notable abundance of snow, and the lack of any notion that the cirque de fantastique were ever there, the town seems to be winding down for the evening though the bustle if people going home from their day jobs busies the streets.
At the Trundlesten Inn, Elthana finds Trina the minotaur barkeep washing mugs for ale and serving out pints, usual business for a usual night. After speaking for a short while Elthana secures four rooms for a total of 2gold, breakfast included, stabling the horses for the night comes to an extra 2gold as the carriage and the amount of horses the group currently has is more than they'd previously stabled.
Iver, bustling in to the Inn finding a fire to warm himself by asks any of the group if they could search around a bit and call in any guards that may be patrolling the streets, or if anyone sees his sister outright, if they could bring her.
Griff for the most part just stares around as he is brought through the town, perching atop the carriage his face betrays a curiosity at just about everything he lays his beady black eyes upon.
With the horses stabled, rooms paid for, and a round of drinks in, the group is free to explore the town, the evening draws in, but many shops are still open, for now.
"Sure, Iver," Sam says. "I'm going to go back to that just rehydrate rations place, I figure ya can never have too much spare food on hand. If I see any guards on my way I shall tell them you need to talk..."
Sam will clue in whoever else is around on his plan as well, no need to have everyone lost and not knowing where anyone else is. "Just going to pick up some of them little rations, maybe look at the shelves before I head back and hit the hay..." (I'm assuming that is the wizard's shop mentioned?) Sam has no other shopping planned or needed so that is all he has on his agenda. He really is looking forward to an actual bed outside the elements for a change.
Muir looks at the others wondering what they’ll be up to since no one took up his request for a tour guide. “Well I am going to check out that wizard place…wizards always have their noses on the happenings of magics. I am going to stay in my tree tonight. It is more comfortable for me. Again any of you are welcome to join. I’ll meet you for dinner shortly”
“Sorry Muir, I didn’t see much of the town while here.” Elthana joins up with Muir and Sam as they head towards the wizards shop. “Though we all did go to this shop, it was most peculiar, looking forward to seeing what they have in store today”
She turned around towards the others, “Gewyn, Vin, Griff… You guys coming?”
Griff hops to and follows along, as the group heads towards the shop, the sign swinging outside reads 'Wizard Dennis' wizard shop' and a bell chimes as the door swings open.
The inside of the shop is dimly lit by candle light as the sun for the day is all but gone, but as the candle light flickers it reveals shelves stocked with various potions and trinkets, a large barrel filled to the brim with scrolls, and curiously several elvish looking carved dolls lining one shelf looking ominously down upon the party. Dennis, a middle aged human man with messy jet black hair poking out from under an oversized blue wizard hat, with matching I'll fitting blue robes, appears to be struggling with something at his counter, as the group enter he looks up and does a slightly delayed double take, "hey! Oh wow, it's you guys! I heard Hokum was open now or at least not a silent town in which no one returns etcetera... But I didn't think I'd be seeing you all so soon, I assume it went well?"
"Well we ain't dead," Sam points out. "That is well... We did the dirty work now it's time for others to do the rebuilding and such. You got more of those just add water rations?"
As Sam is proving his lack of skill at small talk he is also poking around the shop and looking at the knickknacks. He has no real interest in buying anything besides the rations, let the magical ones of the group worry about the magic stuff he figures. He would be a lot more curious in an armory or weapon shop.
"They weren't the tastiest thing ever but their lighter than the normal foodstuffs we cart around and that counts for something, eh?" Sam continues.
Sam will look over the potions, picking up one here and there, shaking it, holding it up to the light and all as if he knew one from another and could tell if they were any good or not.
As Dennis stands up and straightens out his robes, he puts a crowbar down on his counter, it's only then that the group see what it is that he was working on. A small wooden box chained closed and covered in barnacles sits on the chair behind his counter.
He clears his throat and gets to it, "well obviously alive is good, glad to see you all, have a look around, I've been busy, had a little too much time on my hands and not enough sales if I'm honest... Rations are still in stock, although I've only got about 100 meals worth, because last time you basically bought out my entire stock, OH! I did one thing differently this time though, Vin gave me the idea. Here!" He runs off to the back room and seconds later comes back with two brown bags, one large and one small, the small one is tossed on the table, "I went and concentrated the salts from the dehydration process, there's diminishing returns because of the capacity of food that I have to dehydrate for just a little of this concentrated flavour, BUT as Vin gave me the idea I thought I'd give him a freebie, so that's for you, I call it 'dust of deliciousness' it'll add flavour to just about anything, though it works best on edible stuff obviously. Now how many ration balls do you want?" He gives his best retail worker smile but it sits awkwardly on his face as he looks around the group before opening his mouth in a shocked expression, "holy shit, is that an aarakocra?"
Muir stands by the counter looking down at Dennis as he puts the crowbar on the counter and runs off to the back room. Suspicious, Muir takes a big ole whiff through his sniffer as Dennis is in the back
“Dust of Tastiness, got it. I’ll be sure that Vin gets it. He’ll be thrilled you took his suggestion,” Sam says and slips the bag into his pack. “I’m forgetting, how much are the rations? This is just personal use though so I won’t be taking them all by any means…”
“A whata-whatsis?” Sam calls out in response to Dennis. “What? No! That’s just Griff… we saved him from some ornery dwarves and he’s been tagging along ever since.”
Elthana peers over the desk at what the ol wizard was working on as he heads back to get his experiments for them. His reaction to Griff makes her chuckle a bit, but she doesn't respond to anything, just looks around.
Pulling out two scrolls, she takes them to the wizard to purchase once everyone is done chatting. But looks around to see if the Gewyn doll is one that is on his shelves.
Dennis leans on the counter and around Sam completely forgetting to answer his question on the coat of rations, "Griff? Oh wow, hey Griff what's your wingspan? Could I get a feather from you? Is that rude, I'm not sure if that's rude... Where are you from?"
Griff at this point had not been paying attention and was busy poking and prodding at various items on the shelves, just as Dennis begins his onslaught of questions Griff picks up one of the elvish looking dolls, which responds to his touch by speaking in a magically applied voice "I'm Elfo! Do you want to play?" The voice is very obviously Dennis' voice though with a faux high pitch to it. Griff drops the doll in surprise and a little disgust, he reactively flexes his wings which only knocks more dolls over, cascading to the floor "haha that tickles!" A resounding chorus of high pitched Dennis voices sound out from the dolls as the all hit the floor with a thud.
"Is small wooden peoples normal, or should I be making them dead?" Griff asks the group as he stares down ar the limp doll, one hand already on his sword.
As Griff knocks over a shelf-load of crap Sam considers pocketing the potion he is currently holding. It is an ideal distraction and totally coincidental, it's the perfect chance... But Sam is a champion now but more importantly Dennis seems a good enough chap. Sam just can't bring himself to steal from a decent bloke.
"Watch what you're doing!" Sam grumbles loudly at Griff. "There's a saying in these parts - You broke it, you bought it! And I'm pretty sure you have no coin at all... You could be owing Dennis here your whole lot of feathers if you keep knocking shit over!"
Sam helps put the items back up on the shelves, grumbling the whole time. Surely anything that ends up back where it should be is put back there more on accident than any care Sam takes in the organizing.
Looking around the shop Sam finds himself priced out of all of the items. He's not sure he'd be much interested anyway but, Sam whistles, damn they are pricy. Ok, the crossbow is affordable, he supposes but they're not really his style. He has his longbow for the rare time he is looking to hit something from a distance. Mostly he prefers to be up close and personal. The scrolls and potions he can afford, a bit, but their limited use makes Sam wonder if they are really worthwhile. Still... What is money for if not for spending? And if you're not going to splurge while you can afford it then when are you gunna?
"So Dennis," Sam will call out when the wizard has a moment unoccupied with the others or trying to pluck Griff nekkid. "How much for those just add rations? I am maybe looking for ten or twenty max, eh? And this potion here? Growth, I think it's labeled? This the only one you got? And what makes this better than the scroll that you says can enlarge or reduce? The scroll is marked cheaper than the potion..."
"You really should consider some more affordable healing potions too, my friend. Something for the wee knicks and cuts, eh? Or at least something someone could afford. Over a thousand gold? Balls! My life is valuable but I'm not sure it's THAT valuable..."
Muir shakes his head as Griff knock everything over. Muir thought about helping but seeing Sam head over was good enough for Muir "No need to destroy the wooden dolls. They look like little toys or knick knacks." Muir turns his attention back to the old, sea smelling crate "You seem to be having a bit of trouble with that crate there. Perhaps you would like some help?" Muir offers not entirely altruistic on his part as he is curious what's inside
"Nah Griff, those things won't hurt you. You can leave the sword out of it." If there are a couple errant dolls, she picks them up and assists with putting them away, but doesn't get in the middle of Sam and Griff as they do.. assuming Griff helps? lol
She does turn back to Dennis, "When you went back to get those ration experiments, I couldn't help but notice the Gewyn doll on your shelf in there. Any reason it isn't out here with the others?"
Dennis grins at the mess and the cacophonous jeering of the dolls, and then puts his retail face on, "ten days dehydrated rations I can do for 5 gold.
The scroll and the potion there, are actually drastically different, the scroll can grow OR shrink you, but the effects do not last long, however the potion, well that goes only one way, but for much longer you see. It's a case of variety over longevity in the magical application.
The cheap healing potions I did have were bought out, something to do with a severe lack of clerics around these days, this is all I've got left until I get around to making more, but it is strong as hell, if I do say so myself! This'll take you from deaths door to fighting fit in seconds, fresh as a daisy after a weekend in a hotspring!"
Turning to Muir he continues,
"Oh you're new! A druid if I'm not mistaken, never seen you round these parts, Ah yes this crate, I bought it from a guy, he was from the Overspill if I'm not mistaken, I do sometimes buy trinkets and such like for curiosity sake. Anyway, it appears to be magically sealed, no idea how or why, but if I can't get it open myself I suppose I'll just sell it off to whoever else has a curiosity for such things, you're welcome to try opening it, but you'll have to make me an offer if you want what's inside, I paid good money for it, see?"
Taking the scrolls that Elthana placed in the counter, Dennis unfurls them and checks them over before taking her gold and stamping the scrolls with a wax seal, "that'll be 140 gold, yes I thought the doll was quite quaint and after the kids in the town started arguing over who wanted it more I decided to keep it, though it did give me the idea to make those elf ones over there, added a few magically recorded phrases and there we have it! Though I think my Elfos are less, hmm, quality... I've only sold three and the kids aren't as excited as i first thought they'd be, little buggers!"
As the fold are cleared away and things put hastily back on the shelves, Griff relaxes slightly, but is perplexed by Dennis, "why is blue man wanting a feather? I am not willing to supply with feather, they are part of me yes." To which Dennis leans forward and mutters to those closest to the counter "I'll give anyone a ten percent discount on any one item if they provide me with a decent feather" then he stands back once more peering around the slab of body that is Sam and gives a pleasant wave to Griff saying, "no problem good sir!"
Gewyn looks at the pile of chattering dolls on the floor, and then over at the crossbow. "Well, you know, we are on a bit of a tight schedule, but if you could be ready tonight, I could give you few voicelines of my own for your dolls. Singing plushies of the Mister Melodic himself might sell a bit better. No offense."
Dennis is a bit of a shit after all, Sam thinks upon hearing Dennis' muttered offer. I shoulda palmed that healing potion when I had the chance... Sam momentarily considers doing it anyway but without the same distraction he worries that perhaps his calling attention to the price of the potion would make it all the more noticeable that it was gone. And make him a likely suspect to boot.
"Touch one feather of his by ill means and I'll discount you," Sam growls back at Dennis instead. "He may not be one of us but he's with us, understand?" (Intimidation: 18 )
"Griff," Sam calls out to the beakbrain. "Do they ever... you know... fall off? What is it, molt? Could he get one of them?" Sam glares at the wizard then walks over to Griff.
"He makes stuff. Magic stuff. The potions, the scrolls... Magic..." Sam explains a bit quieter than conversationally. "I don't think he means nothing by it, I think it's just like an ingredient he needs to make something, eh? Not saying you should say yes... But if it wouldn't hurt you then you could maybe bargain with him and get something in return? Just a thought."
Sam otherwise lingers... observantly. He's suddenly wary of Dennis and is far more focused on making sure Griff isn't taken advantage of than he is in shopping. (Perception? 18 )
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Muir smiles, takes out his staff and asks "Have you tried to dispel the magic? I could do that for you and if it works, I get first choice of 1 item inside....I think that is fair"