As soon as he does a very beautiful teifling shows up and sits in Crunches lap.....JK
Maz at the booth there is a curious looking half elf wearing a dark robe and a over large top hat.
The booth has a lot of bits and bobs all of which have a bit of magical aura.
Vendor: Hello Hello sir welcome to my shop. How may I help you. I have a long of fine goods here. Like this magic stone that can tell you the weather or this shovel that can dig on its own as if controlled by an INVISIBLE MAN exciting.
“Wow!” Maz begins to peak through all options before remembering his purpose. “oh! Actually I was hoping you could help tell me what this fancy dandy whistle does?!” He holds out the whistle with a joyous smile. “I believe it’s special.”
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Maz smirks. He loves a good hagglin’!
“hmmm. Seeing as your booths clearly got amazing artificers I doubt this will take one of your skill much effort to identify. Let’s shake on… 15?” He says with a charming smile!
Sam walks up and says "Sir, I'm with my friend Maz here and I would like to buy something. I am looking for Blacksmithing tools. I just received inspiration about Runes. Here take a look. It's the best I could do with the items I had. That's why I'm looking for proper tools."
He shows him both the Fire Giant rune and the Stone Giant rune he carved on his armor and a crude necklace. .
Marley follows behind Maz and Sam, enjoying a relaxing smoke of his pipe after his contest with Zackary. He casually looks over the magical goods in the booth as he listens to the conversations with the half elven vendor.
(LOL! Also... restrain Crunch? Not sure I want to try that)
(I wouldn’t either but seeing as that’s how he became a sorcerer I’m hoping you’ll try at least)
I gotta say though, I’m liking playing him more and more all the time. It’s kinda funny cause he’s got extremely different morals than mine.
Then again, so do most adventurers.)
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
(Maybe Maz can put him to sleep or something to stop that. Restraining seems unlikely)
Maz skips off to the booth.
As soon as he does a very beautiful teifling shows up and sits in Crunches lap.....JK
Maz at the booth there is a curious looking half elf wearing a dark robe and a over large top hat.
The booth has a lot of bits and bobs all of which have a bit of magical aura.
Vendor: Hello Hello sir welcome to my shop. How may I help you. I have a long of fine goods here. Like this magic stone that can tell you the weather or this shovel that can dig on its own as if controlled by an INVISIBLE MAN exciting.
“Wow!” Maz begins to peak through all options before remembering his purpose.
“oh! Actually I was hoping you could help tell me what this fancy dandy whistle does?!” He holds out the whistle with a joyous smile. “I believe it’s special.”
Vendor: mmmm let's see let's see. I think I could Identify this for you for te.....
He looks you up and down
Vender: 25 gold.
He pulls out a magnifying glass and has a look. The glass glows with energy.
Vender: ooo so we have a deal?
Maz smirks. He loves a good hagglin’!
“hmmm. Seeing as your booths clearly got amazing artificers I doubt this will take one of your skill much effort to identify. Let’s shake on… 15?” He says with a charming smile!
Persuasion: 23
Ok seems fair I already know what it is but you have to buy something else from my shop.
He holds out his hand to shake
Sam walks up and says "Sir, I'm with my friend Maz here and I would like to buy something. I am looking for Blacksmithing tools. I just received inspiration about Runes. Here take a look. It's the best I could do with the items I had. That's why I'm looking for proper tools."
He shows him both the Fire Giant rune and the Stone Giant rune he carved on his armor and a crude necklace. .
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Vendor: I don't sell smithy tools. He might.
He points to a Dwarf across the way at the black Smith booth.
I have....
He starts digging into a box of stibes snd pulls outca red one.
An ever ember. Say the magic word and it heats up as hot as dragons fire. I'll sell it to you for 100 gold.
Marley follows behind Maz and Sam, enjoying a relaxing smoke of his pipe after his contest with Zackary. He casually looks over the magical goods in the booth as he listens to the conversations with the half elven vendor.
Crunchface looks at the coal for a long moment. “Thirty.”
persuasion: 11
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
“Thanks. Oh, do you sell bags of holding or potions of healing?”
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The Vendor looks insulted
Vendor: Comon I've got kids to feed. I should be selling it for way more. I can come down to 90 gold.
Vendor: yes yes I think I do.
He grabs a bag and starts pulling out bags of all shapes and sizes before it dawns on him and he dumps out the rest.
Vender: I have this one bag. I usually Market them at 500 gold but for you my friend 250. I have potions as well on sell 40 gold each.
"Healing potions? 40 gold?" Marley's ears prick up. "How about 35?" he offers with his best friendly grin.
Persuasion: 20
Vender: How about 50 gold since your little show ripped my tent.
We points to a cut in the side of his booth
“Forty.”
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
The vender gives an annoyed look and pulls s box ot from under his booth
Vender: Think this is more your price range. Everything in this box is random and only costs 20 gold.
DM: roll a D10 if you want to rummage through the box and I'll yell you want you find.
“Sure” he hands him 60. 40 for the healing potion and 20 to try my luck
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