Archy picks out a Chain shirt Studded Leather, should keep him around without giving up his position if he tries to lay low.

[Edit: studded is better.]

Yrwin, with his pudgy, child like size, walks up to the shop keep and taps the counter with his hands as his eyes barely peek over the edge of it. "Excuse me, do you have like a large wooden club? A greatclub? Is that the name? I am not sure.. It's for hitting things on the head at least. You probably know what to get me better than I do. I just need something large and heavy to whack peoples head in. Many folks tried to run off without paying their tab, and i want a little dine-n-dash deterrent." Yrwin talks a lot when he is nervous..

(Can someone do the math for me... thinking about doing it is making me wanna roll over)

(Also, are these your final orders? Any attempts to haggle a discount?)

Cost, without Plate: 135g, 7s

+ Nostur Pigments: 200g + Scimitar: 25g + Greatclub: 2s + Studded Leather: 45g

= 405g, 9s, plus another 45g Studded Leather = 450, 9s

However, let’s see how good of a deal we can get for it, Willie go!

(Yrwin can probably get a killer deal on the spice rack. Oh and get the same discount on this stuff too? Archy will Help you instead if Willie's getting cold feet.)

Yrwin smiles at every shopkeep and offers them one of the roasted almonds he always keeps in his backpack. The combination of chubby cheeks, a couple of freckles and wide smile gives the cooking kithkin an almost childlike look, if you look away from the puffy sideburns framing the face that is. "Want some? It's my own recipe. Great snack and contains plenty of energy for busy workers like you. Here take two, you look like you deserve it." As he hands over the second almond he winks and casts Prestidigitation at the same time, creating a faint "DING" sound as his eyelids meet. 

When he grabs the bag handed to him by Archy and shakes it to feel the weight, Yrwin blushes slightly and the freckles on his cheeks turn reddish brown among the now deep pink colour. "I know you have a business to run and all, but we can't pay the full price unfortunately. I'm sure you make up for it with your marketing skills though! Could you cut off a little on the top of that price?" 

Persuasion: 18

Each of the shopkeeps seem to fall for the snacks and kindness. 

The total price is brought down by 67g and 5s.

The price for all items together comes to 383g and 4s.

(No more bartering, that's the price take it or leave it!)

Archy nods quietly, poker faced, quite happy with the deal.

(Well, we 'aint gonna leave it.)

Darnic nods as well, stowing his fresh paint and his scimitar away, “Well, I’d say that we’re set. Anything else that you’d all care to do?”

Yrwin straps the large wooden club on his back and looks to the rest of the party. "I don't have the slightest idea. What does one do on a mission like this after gathering the necessary equipment?" 

"One begins, of course" Archy says as he slips his coat back on over his armor. "Let's begin" 

///---Tuesday, Rhaan 3rd, 998 YK---///

You easily follow Miss d'Vown's map to Dorasharn Tower. The tower, one of the more ancient spires of the city, is inhabited from its middle levels on up. A complex sewer system separates the inhabited levels from the lowest levels that have been closed and sealed for longer than any of you can remember. You've arrived at the lowest level you could get to which is right above the sewer level. Your goal is to find your way into the sewers and to the E-213 Valve Cluster where the forgotten foundry resides.

The tunnels and corridors at this level of the tower are narrow and dark. An occasional window slit looks out upon the crowded walls and foundations of other towers, and infrequently placed torches sputter here and there, giving off pallid pools of light and clouds of smoke. Even so, rough and dirty people crowd the narrow corridors, and the smell of sweat and sewage permeates the stale air.

One tunnel opens onto a large chamber, where a mix of goblins, humans, and shifters gather around a small pile of garbage spread across three rotting blankets. One of the goblins shouts, “No pushing! No pushing! There’s always enough for everyone at the Rat’s Market!”

Darnic and Archy for a History DC 10

Willie and Yrwin for a History DC 20 

History: 10

Darnic gives a cursory glance at the contents of the three blankets. Can he determine anything of value?

Muireach sees the following items of interest. Any who make a Perception check of 20 or better can see these as well. As to why the check is so high, well, there is also a lot of crud you wouldn't touch with a 10-foot pole here as well.

An unused Sunrod.

A bell.

A scratched steel mirror.

50 feet of rope.

These are the most useful items you can see with your face.

Darnic holds a silver piece aloft for the goblin to see, speaking in Goblin, “The rod and rope, this will cover it, yes?”

The goblin's expression shifts from shock to something incredulous until the gob's eyes settle on the sovereign coin. His eyes follow it's silver shine as Darnic finishes his request. The goblin replies back, in goblin, "Yes. Yes. This works for me. Please, take them! Thank you for your coin. I have more - this blanket!" He lifts up a bundled blanket. It's in better condition than the three he has laid out, but that isn't saying much, "It only vaguely smells moldy!"

Darnic’s eyes focus on the goblin, “You seem like a smart businessman, have you obtained anything... rarer? Perhaps things that your average customer couldn’t dream to afford. My friends and I have fine tastes and full pockets.”

The goblin's ears drop at the mention of something rarer, "No. Nothing rare..." Despite his dejected tone, he perks up as he spots the two, dainty kithkin that seem randomly armed to the teeth Darnic is with. "Say, say. Are you adventurers? I, Skakan, have lived down here for a long time. Information about people? Information about gangs? Maybe I know something... ask and I will name a price."

Archy gives Darnic a sharp glare. The tries to play it off. "You dolt that coin was supposed to pay for your family's supper." He glances around at the crowd and pulls his coat closed slouching. Too late, he's sure, every two bit thief on this level is probably already assessing their worth.

He tries to keep sharp. (Perception: 6) but his nerves are getting to him.