Twiggy looks around at the shop and while doing so remembers what it looked like from the outside when they first approached.
"If it were up to me... I would run."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
(One of the outside party members hands Amdaeng 100 gold)
"Ah" he says, looking the Twigger over, "A survivor. Very sensible!" he says approvingly.
Dietrich scurries through piles of crates, scrolls, and half finished contraptions, muttering to himself as he digs about. "Essence of the Veil.....Essence of the Veil....ah! No, that one dissolved the cork." He looks more, "Oh, there you are, you beautiful menace."
He returns holding a small obsidian box, polished smooth but etched with faint runic lines that shimmer when touched by the light of the workshop. He sets it on the counter with exaggerated care.
"Handle this gently. Extremely gently."
"Essence of the Veil. The scent that topples kingdoms, inspires sonnets, and starts wars if the bottle goes to the wrong person." He smiles.
"As agreed, 100 gold pieces please."
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Twiggy looks around at the shop and while doing so remembers what it looked like from the outside when they first approached.
"If it were up to me... I would run."
(One of the outside party members hands Amdaeng 100 gold)
"Ah" he says, looking the Twigger over, "A survivor. Very sensible!" he says approvingly.
Dietrich scurries through piles of crates, scrolls, and half finished contraptions, muttering to himself as he digs about. "Essence of the Veil.....Essence of the Veil....ah! No, that one dissolved the cork."
He looks more, "Oh, there you are, you beautiful menace."
He returns holding a small obsidian box, polished smooth but etched with faint runic lines that shimmer when touched by the light of the workshop. He sets it on the counter with exaggerated care.
"Handle this gently. Extremely gently."
"Essence of the Veil. The scent that topples kingdoms, inspires sonnets, and starts wars if the bottle goes to the wrong person."
He smiles.
"As agreed, 100 gold pieces please."