Griff gives a curt not to vin's logic on the situation and then begins answering, "Gojiin island is being like a cave system on top of more cave systems, the lower we are going the worse and darker it is getting... We should be making our way to the top and be finding the head guard post. We can be getting information there."
As you walk out from the platform into the crystalline hive underground, you all see countless people roaming, sleeping in public spaces, pissing on walls, more than once a cloaked figure spits in the direction of Griff as the group walk past. The walls are musty, dirty, and in a few places a thick moss, not dissimilar to the growing patches in Akiin's courtyard but nowhere near as kempt, has begun to grow up the wall stretching out around carved doorways, seemingly to hovels or messy workspaces, and continues growing across long ceilings.
Griff leads you through several public street like tunnels and up stairs until you start seeing the glow of the vast blue somewhere above you illuminating the crystal walls around, the smell begins to ease.
Muir wonders if anyone would care that he took some moss for his own scientific research and sent it back to Hog.....He walks towards a wall of moss "Griff, would it be a problem if I took a sample of this moss here?"
"You can't really expect an oppressed people to take much pride in where they live," Sam idly notes but isn't really looking to get into a debate or discussion. At home he would be here? Well, Sam likes to think he is for the raising up of all people but the reality is that he will not be here long enough to make an impact. Best to just get the job done and get back home with as little fuss as possible...
"Will you be safe in Gojin? Even with guards?" Sam asks. He knows the Tangles can be a dangerous area after dark if one wasn't of the Tangles.
"my armour is being thick, and the guards will protect their own, even from other isles." Griff responds as they walk.
Stopping momentarily Muir gathers a few small samples of the stinky moss that has been abandoned to grow where it pleases, he pulls out several vials from his alchemy kit and finds four different growths upon or within the moss for later testing. He then packs his samples away and hurries on after the group.
The further up toward the surface you get the more you see patrolling guards, they cast a suspicious eye across the group stopping you all several times but always letting you go after Griff speaks to them in Auran, the more insightful members of the party would realise that Griff is both promising the guards something but also apparently asking for directions.
A couple more hours pass and Griff finally leads you to the surface, out of the warm and damp and up onto a quaint if not a little run down street. He takes you along until you find a very boxy building of crystal with scorch marks across the walls apparently from some kind of recent fight.
Entering in Griff speaks to a few guards on the door who escort you into a waiting room and leave you there.
As they travel through the innards of Gojiin, Vin grips the fur on the side of Neferox's neck just to keep it in her mind that he wants her close. It doesn't stop her growling at passers by who come too close, or those she feels are being grim.
"I cannot argue with your assessment, Griff. There are certainly aspects of these streets that are less than desirable. Why that might be though...", he shrugs and raises his eyebrows at Sam. His larger companion was possibly right.
As the hours go by, and the smell dissipates, he finds himself relieved to be in the open air again.
"What happened here? This all looks recent. An attack from outside, or a revolt perhaps?", he comments as he spots the scorch marks, looking a bit sheepish at his own guesswork.
When in the waiting room, he looks for a place to sit down, finding his muscles a little sore after such a long walk so soon after the incident. Neferox paces around the room, obviously irritated to be cooped up in an unfamiliar place.
When Vin tries to calm her, she just throws him a look and carries on pacing.
Muir walks over to Vin who is sitting and begins poking and prodding him "How are you feeling Vincent? More like yourself? The same? You don't have the fever anymore, which is good. How are the wounds? Physical wounds that is....Let me change the bandage" Muir doesn't wait for Vin to answer, he begins going through his bags and taking out clean bandages
Elthana walks along but doesn't really take in the ambiance. The smells seep in a bit, but she doesn't really care. She worries about getting to the Broken Isles and how they were going to find what they needed. How big were these Isles? "Griff? Do you have any idea where we should start looking for these bones? I don't feel we have the time to scour the islands, fight kobolds all the while our Treasury is about to crash into Marblestead. Anyone here on Gojiin that you trust we could ask?"
Nivara and Hector keep needling into her brain, but for now, she keeps them at bay... they have a job to do.
Gewyn makes no faces or comments on the smell, but does appear to magick a handkerchief which he holds to his face. A faint perfumed aroma drifts off from him. Though he feels weary from his time without rest, he hardly feels like he is the worst off from looking at Elthana and Vin. And in exchange for his efforts, he walks with a newfound sureness. In the waiting room he walks up the wall and lays down on the cleanest looking part of the ceiling, hardly trusting the floor here to be kind to his expensive clothes.
Now that the group is somewhat alone, not surrounded by the public, Griff opens up abit about his feelings on the matter, "this island was the last to be adopting to the 'new' trade system and be using the gold, they were not liking it and it failed here. Then all other islands begin developing further, only using gold, gojiin fell behind unable to trade properly with the other islands, too many mistrusting in others, trade of goods and service is good enough to get you by here, but the lacking of outside help for the gold it is making this place fall to ruin. I say 'new trade system' but the gold was introduced many generation ago, this is what is happening when a people cannot conform for a long time..." He gestures around, as if pointing to the entire island from this small room. "The burns outside, some folk probably are thinking the guards are rich with foods and tradable things, it is probably true, desperate people are doing desperate things. A revolt? Perhaps, likely one of many. But it is being their own fault, for not trusting the system, for not accepting the help...
This means that some people here will also be turning to help from other places, taboo places. If we can find out where the places are that even the guard here will not be going, then I am thinking we can find kobolds and draw information from that scum by any means... If we are finding kobolds, then we are finding leads to the bones... Yes? I am hoping that this information is leading us to transport for the broken isle, then once you are having that I will leave you to be journeying forth" He looks to Elthana and vin, hoping to have answered their questions.
And then to Gewyn in the wall, impressed and pleased with the progress, maybe proud? Who knows..
Mostly, Sam just walks. He looks around at what passes as sights but he's not overly enthralled or interested. Seeing Vin still seeming a bit weak from his recent... difficulties, Sam offers him Molly to ride upon. The Giant Goat isn't the most pleasant mount but she doesn't buck or anything. Worse case she randomly stops to eat some weeds or something. If Vin passes on the offer then Elthana is offered the same. She looks almost as bad off but for entirely different reasons, it would seem. Sam wonders idly if her nightmares have to do with the whole twin sister and soul thing but any time he tries to wrap his mind around it he just starts to get a headache... And he is reluctant to speculate aloud or, heavens forbid, actually ask her.
((And then lunch got delivered and I forgot to post finish the post or hit Post Reply.))
"So wait, Griff.... You are telling us you don't have any leads on transport to the broken isles? That we are hoping to find someone who is doing business with taboo places... So that we can then, what? Rough them up to get information on where to find kobolds? Who we then have to rough up to find transport to the broken isles so that we can hopefully find leads to bones?" Sam asks, hopefully very confused and not at all grasping how this whole mission isn't purely tied together through hope, good luck and the beating upon of kobolds. "Sounds kind of like nobody has a clue where we need to go to get a loadstone..."
"no, bones is on broken isle, this we are knowing already, but the rest is being true, what did you expect?" Griff stands back a little and looks incredulously at Sam. "You come to here through portal, something we were assuming was no longer possible. And the first thing you do is ask to be going to the home of a dragon cult, the lands of theirs we are forbidden to walk on. You are being lucky we did not simply imprison you and be throwing away key.
What did you think was going to be happen? Regular transport service to island of bloodthirsty necromancy worshippers?
This is being your best option, and I am helping you to be doing that."
As Griff is explaining, a large man in thick crystal pauldrons walks in, he is humanoid and looks to be half painted blue, at a guess one could assume that maybe he is half Goliath with something else but his race is ambiguous at best. He wears a short sword at his waist and a shield upon his back. He surveys the group and asks a loud question in Auran to everyone which Griff answers and holds out a thick blubbery leather page with notes written on it, Griff casts a glance at Sam before loudly addressing the new guard. "As you can be seeing here, these people are needing any transport to the broken isles, it has been sanctioned by akiin but they are not working under him, If you are needing to clear this with Gojiin himself then be doing so, but be making it quick."
The blue man narrows his eyes, and moves closer to Griff, towering over the Aarakocra. "You give no orders here and neither does Akiin, I am in charge here, over the entire guard on Gojiin." He says with a deep bassy voice as he then looks around the group, "I am Captain Bullwing, who are you all and what the hells do you want with the broken isles?"
Vin had declined the offer to ride Molly and soldiered on, not quite realising until it was too late exactly how far they would have to walk. He has also tries to push Muir's prodding away, trying to reassure the loxodon that he was fine. "It is merely some aching muscles and soreness around my scars. Nothing to worry about", he says, but he does let out a little gasp as Muir peels away his bandage.
"Don't think we are ungrateful, Griff. We are just a little clueless. I thought it was just me, but turns out it's nothing to do with what happened to my mem...", he says in reply to Griff, having to stop before finishing the sentence as the large guard enters.
He listens and watches Griff closely as they speak in the language he doesn't understand, trying to figure out from their body language what politics might be at play here. He is a little relieved when they switch to common and he can actually understand what is happening. Until that is, Captain Bullwing brushes aside Griff's authority and focusses directly on the group.
He stands and steps around Neferox, who he hadn't even noticed moving between himself and the Captain, and once again takes hold of the fur on the side of her neck to show he would prefer she remains calm. He feels her hackles rise regardless, but she doesn't growl just yet. When the Captain mentions the Hells, she does let out a little groan.
He waits for someone to take the lead explaining everything.
"Don't be getting your feathers all ruffled," Sam counters Griff's incredulousness. "We stepped through not really knowing where we were going. We did not ask but rather were asked why we were here. We knew nothing of dragon cults but instead have been pointed at them as if we're the arrow in your bow or something. We're just looking to save our people, it is you who are seemingly looking for us to create wide swathes of dead kobolds for you to sell... If you wish to imprison us you are welcome to try but I cannot promise we will look kindly upon that."
"What we though was going to happen is what your boss told us. Nothing more. But excuse the unholy frack out of us, it's been a long and trauma filled couple of days with stress and chaos and nonsense, we were a bit unclear and asking amongst ourselves just what the plan was..." Sam provides in counterpoint even as the blue painted mongrel approaches.
"Captain Bullshwhat now??" Sam asks in the manner of one in a good rage being interrupted. "I'm Sam Hall, these are my backup singers, and we're looking for a load stone which is apparently the bones of a long dead worshipped dragon. Care to point us in the right direction?"
"Arrow in your bow.." Elthana repeats softly as she enjoys the words Sam is leaving at Griff's feet. But she nods at Griff's explanation on what must be done. At least there is a plan.. sort of. "When can we find out those places that the guards won't go so we can start figuring out our next move?"
Elthana considers the guard and appreciates his directness. "I am Elthana, my friend here speaks exactly to it. Can you give us any direction in this matter?" She knows she's being curt and direct, but she can't help it, honestly, this is part of her training and she is too tired to care beyond it.
Griff gives a thankful nod to vin as the boy offers a little bit of mediation.
The blue painted captain throws a hand out for Sam to shake at the introduction before he lets out a loud laugh at the words Sam says, "you're going after the old dragon bones!?, you really aren't from here are you... rather you than me either way!" He then listens to Elthana's input and offers her a hand too. "Hmm, so you want information from the people who protect this place on how to get to the place where the folks we are fighting come from. A bit backward I must say. But! If you're not technically here under Akiin's orders then I'll see what I can do, though it will cost you. Your gold does not work here so offer me something good and I'll make sure you bump headlong into some smugglers or something..."
Casting a glance up to Gewyn lounging on the wall Bullwing asks, "comfortable there?"
"We inevitably will be fighting and removing some of those you protect this place from, making your job easier. You want us to pay for this privilege?" Sam asks, shaking the man's hand but not mollified into liking him.
"I'm just a poor man from a poor family. I have nothing with which to recompense you for your knowledge with but the might of my arm. Would you like some rations from my home world? Perhaps my goat here in order to provide milk and tend to your lawn? Anything of real value we do have is back home. Once we get the load stone we need and return there we would happily send you back... What do you even enjoy? Drink? New foods from a foreign land? If our force coming into conflict with your enemies is not beneficial to you then I really do not know what you may value..."
Deception w/adv to try to convince the due we're poor but a good blunt instrument to send against his foes anyway: 19
Vin steps forward a little and holds out his hand, "Vincent. I was just wondering whether you perhaps keep prisoners that we may speak to. Someone from the other side who may know more about how to get there and what we will find when we do".
He looks back at the others for reassurance, "It's just a thought".
"Oh, and perhaps we could send some guides on sanitation and civil engineering. I noticed you could use some public toilet facilities. Maybe a full blown sewer system", he adds as he thinks about what he has noticed they need here to help Sam out.
"well killing kobolds is all well and good, but you ain't poor" the captain says as he looks over Sam's armour and maul, with keen interest. "We used to get paid per kobold killed but the boss ain't been pulling his weight for a few years now." He muses, taking a look at the other things Sam offered, sizing up Molly and wondering at what
As Vincent pipes up he takes a look around, "we don't take prisoners of kobolds. We might have some dragonfolk kicking around but good luck getting them to talk... Where are you all from anyway? Elves and devilkin I've seen before, but you Sam and that one there with the long nose.. what are you both?"
((I very much like the idea of sending them City Workers in exchange for information! lol. Take our Civil Servants! Please!! We'll even throw in some politicians...))
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Griff gives a curt not to vin's logic on the situation and then begins answering, "Gojiin island is being like a cave system on top of more cave systems, the lower we are going the worse and darker it is getting... We should be making our way to the top and be finding the head guard post. We can be getting information there."
As you walk out from the platform into the crystalline hive underground, you all see countless people roaming, sleeping in public spaces, pissing on walls, more than once a cloaked figure spits in the direction of Griff as the group walk past. The walls are musty, dirty, and in a few places a thick moss, not dissimilar to the growing patches in Akiin's courtyard but nowhere near as kempt, has begun to grow up the wall stretching out around carved doorways, seemingly to hovels or messy workspaces, and continues growing across long ceilings.
Griff leads you through several public street like tunnels and up stairs until you start seeing the glow of the vast blue somewhere above you illuminating the crystal walls around, the smell begins to ease.
Muir wonders if anyone would care that he took some moss for his own scientific research and sent it back to Hog.....He walks towards a wall of moss "Griff, would it be a problem if I took a sample of this moss here?"
Griff shrugs and waves a nonchalant hand towards a patch of the wild and weedy moss.
"You can't really expect an oppressed people to take much pride in where they live," Sam idly notes but isn't really looking to get into a debate or discussion. At home he would be here? Well, Sam likes to think he is for the raising up of all people but the reality is that he will not be here long enough to make an impact. Best to just get the job done and get back home with as little fuss as possible...
"Will you be safe in Gojin? Even with guards?" Sam asks. He knows the Tangles can be a dangerous area after dark if one wasn't of the Tangles.
"my armour is being thick, and the guards will protect their own, even from other isles." Griff responds as they walk.
Stopping momentarily Muir gathers a few small samples of the stinky moss that has been abandoned to grow where it pleases, he pulls out several vials from his alchemy kit and finds four different growths upon or within the moss for later testing. He then packs his samples away and hurries on after the group.
The further up toward the surface you get the more you see patrolling guards, they cast a suspicious eye across the group stopping you all several times but always letting you go after Griff speaks to them in Auran, the more insightful members of the party would realise that Griff is both promising the guards something but also apparently asking for directions.
A couple more hours pass and Griff finally leads you to the surface, out of the warm and damp and up onto a quaint if not a little run down street. He takes you along until you find a very boxy building of crystal with scorch marks across the walls apparently from some kind of recent fight.
Entering in Griff speaks to a few guards on the door who escort you into a waiting room and leave you there.
As they travel through the innards of Gojiin, Vin grips the fur on the side of Neferox's neck just to keep it in her mind that he wants her close. It doesn't stop her growling at passers by who come too close, or those she feels are being grim.
"I cannot argue with your assessment, Griff. There are certainly aspects of these streets that are less than desirable. Why that might be though...", he shrugs and raises his eyebrows at Sam. His larger companion was possibly right.
As the hours go by, and the smell dissipates, he finds himself relieved to be in the open air again.
"What happened here? This all looks recent. An attack from outside, or a revolt perhaps?", he comments as he spots the scorch marks, looking a bit sheepish at his own guesswork.
When in the waiting room, he looks for a place to sit down, finding his muscles a little sore after such a long walk so soon after the incident. Neferox paces around the room, obviously irritated to be cooped up in an unfamiliar place.
When Vin tries to calm her, she just throws him a look and carries on pacing.
Muir walks over to Vin who is sitting and begins poking and prodding him "How are you feeling Vincent? More like yourself? The same? You don't have the fever anymore, which is good. How are the wounds? Physical wounds that is....Let me change the bandage" Muir doesn't wait for Vin to answer, he begins going through his bags and taking out clean bandages
Elthana walks along but doesn't really take in the ambiance. The smells seep in a bit, but she doesn't really care. She worries about getting to the Broken Isles and how they were going to find what they needed. How big were these Isles? "Griff? Do you have any idea where we should start looking for these bones? I don't feel we have the time to scour the islands, fight kobolds all the while our Treasury is about to crash into Marblestead. Anyone here on Gojiin that you trust we could ask?"
Nivara and Hector keep needling into her brain, but for now, she keeps them at bay... they have a job to do.
Gewyn makes no faces or comments on the smell, but does appear to magick a handkerchief which he holds to his face. A faint perfumed aroma drifts off from him. Though he feels weary from his time without rest, he hardly feels like he is the worst off from looking at Elthana and Vin. And in exchange for his efforts, he walks with a newfound sureness. In the waiting room he walks up the wall and lays down on the cleanest looking part of the ceiling, hardly trusting the floor here to be kind to his expensive clothes.
Now that the group is somewhat alone, not surrounded by the public, Griff opens up abit about his feelings on the matter, "this island was the last to be adopting to the 'new' trade system and be using the gold, they were not liking it and it failed here. Then all other islands begin developing further, only using gold, gojiin fell behind unable to trade properly with the other islands, too many mistrusting in others, trade of goods and service is good enough to get you by here, but the lacking of outside help for the gold it is making this place fall to ruin. I say 'new trade system' but the gold was introduced many generation ago, this is what is happening when a people cannot conform for a long time..." He gestures around, as if pointing to the entire island from this small room. "The burns outside, some folk probably are thinking the guards are rich with foods and tradable things, it is probably true, desperate people are doing desperate things. A revolt? Perhaps, likely one of many. But it is being their own fault, for not trusting the system, for not accepting the help...
This means that some people here will also be turning to help from other places, taboo places. If we can find out where the places are that even the guard here will not be going, then I am thinking we can find kobolds and draw information from that scum by any means... If we are finding kobolds, then we are finding leads to the bones... Yes? I am hoping that this information is leading us to transport for the broken isle, then once you are having that I will leave you to be journeying forth" He looks to Elthana and vin, hoping to have answered their questions.
And then to Gewyn in the wall, impressed and pleased with the progress, maybe proud? Who knows..
Mostly, Sam just walks. He looks around at what passes as sights but he's not overly enthralled or interested. Seeing Vin still seeming a bit weak from his recent... difficulties, Sam offers him Molly to ride upon. The Giant Goat isn't the most pleasant mount but she doesn't buck or anything. Worse case she randomly stops to eat some weeds or something. If Vin passes on the offer then Elthana is offered the same. She looks almost as bad off but for entirely different reasons, it would seem. Sam wonders idly if her nightmares have to do with the whole twin sister and soul thing but any time he tries to wrap his mind around it he just starts to get a headache... And he is reluctant to speculate aloud or, heavens forbid, actually ask her.
((And then lunch got delivered and I forgot to post finish the post or hit Post Reply.))
"So wait, Griff.... You are telling us you don't have any leads on transport to the broken isles? That we are hoping to find someone who is doing business with taboo places... So that we can then, what? Rough them up to get information on where to find kobolds? Who we then have to rough up to find transport to the broken isles so that we can hopefully find leads to bones?" Sam asks, hopefully very confused and not at all grasping how this whole mission isn't purely tied together through hope, good luck and the beating upon of kobolds. "Sounds kind of like nobody has a clue where we need to go to get a loadstone..."
"no, bones is on broken isle, this we are knowing already, but the rest is being true, what did you expect?" Griff stands back a little and looks incredulously at Sam. "You come to here through portal, something we were assuming was no longer possible. And the first thing you do is ask to be going to the home of a dragon cult, the lands of theirs we are forbidden to walk on. You are being lucky we did not simply imprison you and be throwing away key.
What did you think was going to be happen? Regular transport service to island of bloodthirsty necromancy worshippers?
This is being your best option, and I am helping you to be doing that."
As Griff is explaining, a large man in thick crystal pauldrons walks in, he is humanoid and looks to be half painted blue, at a guess one could assume that maybe he is half Goliath with something else but his race is ambiguous at best. He wears a short sword at his waist and a shield upon his back. He surveys the group and asks a loud question in Auran to everyone which Griff answers and holds out a thick blubbery leather page with notes written on it, Griff casts a glance at Sam before loudly addressing the new guard. "As you can be seeing here, these people are needing any transport to the broken isles, it has been sanctioned by akiin but they are not working under him, If you are needing to clear this with Gojiin himself then be doing so, but be making it quick."
The blue man narrows his eyes, and moves closer to Griff, towering over the Aarakocra. "You give no orders here and neither does Akiin, I am in charge here, over the entire guard on Gojiin." He says with a deep bassy voice as he then looks around the group, "I am Captain Bullwing, who are you all and what the hells do you want with the broken isles?"
Vin had declined the offer to ride Molly and soldiered on, not quite realising until it was too late exactly how far they would have to walk. He has also tries to push Muir's prodding away, trying to reassure the loxodon that he was fine. "It is merely some aching muscles and soreness around my scars. Nothing to worry about", he says, but he does let out a little gasp as Muir peels away his bandage.
"Don't think we are ungrateful, Griff. We are just a little clueless. I thought it was just me, but turns out it's nothing to do with what happened to my mem...", he says in reply to Griff, having to stop before finishing the sentence as the large guard enters.
He listens and watches Griff closely as they speak in the language he doesn't understand, trying to figure out from their body language what politics might be at play here. He is a little relieved when they switch to common and he can actually understand what is happening. Until that is, Captain Bullwing brushes aside Griff's authority and focusses directly on the group.
He stands and steps around Neferox, who he hadn't even noticed moving between himself and the Captain, and once again takes hold of the fur on the side of her neck to show he would prefer she remains calm. He feels her hackles rise regardless, but she doesn't growl just yet. When the Captain mentions the Hells, she does let out a little groan.
He waits for someone to take the lead explaining everything.
"Don't be getting your feathers all ruffled," Sam counters Griff's incredulousness. "We stepped through not really knowing where we were going. We did not ask but rather were asked why we were here. We knew nothing of dragon cults but instead have been pointed at them as if we're the arrow in your bow or something. We're just looking to save our people, it is you who are seemingly looking for us to create wide swathes of dead kobolds for you to sell... If you wish to imprison us you are welcome to try but I cannot promise we will look kindly upon that."
"What we though was going to happen is what your boss told us. Nothing more. But excuse the unholy frack out of us, it's been a long and trauma filled couple of days with stress and chaos and nonsense, we were a bit unclear and asking amongst ourselves just what the plan was..." Sam provides in counterpoint even as the blue painted mongrel approaches.
"Captain Bullshwhat now??" Sam asks in the manner of one in a good rage being interrupted. "I'm Sam Hall, these are my backup singers, and we're looking for a load stone which is apparently the bones of a long dead worshipped dragon. Care to point us in the right direction?"
"Arrow in your bow.." Elthana repeats softly as she enjoys the words Sam is leaving at Griff's feet. But she nods at Griff's explanation on what must be done. At least there is a plan.. sort of. "When can we find out those places that the guards won't go so we can start figuring out our next move?"
Elthana considers the guard and appreciates his directness. "I am Elthana, my friend here speaks exactly to it. Can you give us any direction in this matter?" She knows she's being curt and direct, but she can't help it, honestly, this is part of her training and she is too tired to care beyond it.
Griff gives a thankful nod to vin as the boy offers a little bit of mediation.
The blue painted captain throws a hand out for Sam to shake at the introduction before he lets out a loud laugh at the words Sam says, "you're going after the old dragon bones!?, you really aren't from here are you... rather you than me either way!" He then listens to Elthana's input and offers her a hand too. "Hmm, so you want information from the people who protect this place on how to get to the place where the folks we are fighting come from. A bit backward I must say. But! If you're not technically here under Akiin's orders then I'll see what I can do, though it will cost you. Your gold does not work here so offer me something good and I'll make sure you bump headlong into some smugglers or something..."
Casting a glance up to Gewyn lounging on the wall Bullwing asks, "comfortable there?"
"We inevitably will be fighting and removing some of those you protect this place from, making your job easier. You want us to pay for this privilege?" Sam asks, shaking the man's hand but not mollified into liking him.
"I'm just a poor man from a poor family. I have nothing with which to recompense you for your knowledge with but the might of my arm. Would you like some rations from my home world? Perhaps my goat here in order to provide milk and tend to your lawn? Anything of real value we do have is back home. Once we get the load stone we need and return there we would happily send you back... What do you even enjoy? Drink? New foods from a foreign land? If our force coming into conflict with your enemies is not beneficial to you then I really do not know what you may value..."
Deception w/adv to try to convince the due we're poor but a good blunt instrument to send against his foes anyway: 19
Vin steps forward a little and holds out his hand, "Vincent. I was just wondering whether you perhaps keep prisoners that we may speak to. Someone from the other side who may know more about how to get there and what we will find when we do".
He looks back at the others for reassurance, "It's just a thought".
"Oh, and perhaps we could send some guides on sanitation and civil engineering. I noticed you could use some public toilet facilities. Maybe a full blown sewer system", he adds as he thinks about what he has noticed they need here to help Sam out.
"well killing kobolds is all well and good, but you ain't poor" the captain says as he looks over Sam's armour and maul, with keen interest. "We used to get paid per kobold killed but the boss ain't been pulling his weight for a few years now." He muses, taking a look at the other things Sam offered, sizing up Molly and wondering at what
As Vincent pipes up he takes a look around, "we don't take prisoners of kobolds. We might have some dragonfolk kicking around but good luck getting them to talk... Where are you all from anyway? Elves and devilkin I've seen before, but you Sam and that one there with the long nose.. what are you both?"
((I very much like the idea of sending them City Workers in exchange for information! lol. Take our Civil Servants! Please!! We'll even throw in some politicians...))