Surprised at how quickly Korga was disarmed, Tahlia looks over to the one holding the voidmaws, "Mind taking them away as we make a deal? Those are not necessary."
She then looks to Korga to see if he indeed has what they are looking for, keeping an eye out for deception.
Korga rubs his thick neck where Vic’s blade had pressed, glaring at the cleaver now in her hand. His pride smarted, but survival and appearances warred in his expression. He snorts.
“Tch… You lot got teeth, I’ll grant you. Ain’t many walk in here and walk out again, let alone talk big while doing it.” He jerks his chin toward the voidmaw keeper. “Put the beasts away. No need for a bloodbath when there's coin on the table.”
The beasts growl but are hauled away, chains scraping.
Turning back, Korga gestures to a nearby scrap-littered path. “Got a chassis that might be what you need. Pulled from a derelict three cycles ago. Didn’t test it, but no leech spores last I checked. We’ll go see it. You’ve earned a look.”
Though his voice is gruff and accommodating, his jaw is tight, and his shoulders still bristle—like a caged worg forced to heel. He glances at his watching crew, trying to puff himself back up with a bit of swagger. “Korga always makes deals with them what earn 'em.”
Korga rises slowly, hands open in grudging peace. He grunts, gesturing down a cluttered path between towering scrap heaps. “This way, merchants.” Tahlia watches closely—no falsehood darkens his words.
"Korga's no fool. Let's see whot ye got..". Vic says. She sheathes her rapier bit continues to carry Korga's weapon for the moment. Ever watchful, she keeps an eye out for any treachery.
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"That's better. Ya see, we're traders, not raiders. Now lets make this happen. A good deal is all we want.".
Vic cautiously picks up Korga's cleaver and lowers her rapier.
Surprised at how quickly Korga was disarmed, Tahlia looks over to the one holding the voidmaws, "Mind taking them away as we make a deal? Those are not necessary."
She then looks to Korga to see if he indeed has what they are looking for, keeping an eye out for deception.
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Korga rubs his thick neck where Vic’s blade had pressed, glaring at the cleaver now in her hand. His pride smarted, but survival and appearances warred in his expression. He snorts.
“Tch… You lot got teeth, I’ll grant you. Ain’t many walk in here and walk out again, let alone talk big while doing it.” He jerks his chin toward the voidmaw keeper.
“Put the beasts away. No need for a bloodbath when there's coin on the table.”
The beasts growl but are hauled away, chains scraping.
Turning back, Korga gestures to a nearby scrap-littered path.
“Got a chassis that might be what you need. Pulled from a derelict three cycles ago. Didn’t test it, but no leech spores last I checked. We’ll go see it. You’ve earned a look.”
Though his voice is gruff and accommodating, his jaw is tight, and his shoulders still bristle—like a caged worg forced to heel. He glances at his watching crew, trying to puff himself back up with a bit of swagger.
“Korga always makes deals with them what earn 'em.”
Eryndor - Red Dead Annihilation | GM - Volo's Trade Franchise - PF2e Adventures set in the Forgotten Realms
Korga rises slowly, hands open in grudging peace. He grunts, gesturing down a cluttered path between towering scrap heaps. “This way, merchants.” Tahlia watches closely—no falsehood darkens his words.
Eryndor - Red Dead Annihilation | GM - Volo's Trade Franchise - PF2e Adventures set in the Forgotten Realms
"Korga's no fool. Let's see whot ye got..". Vic says. She sheathes her rapier bit continues to carry Korga's weapon for the moment. Ever watchful, she keeps an eye out for any treachery.