Unsure of what her allies have been doing during the day, TT had gone out on her own to search for an equipment shop. She wishes to sell her scimitar, which she reluctantly carried in order to defend herself from a new threat. She wishes to buy a quarterstaff, its more natural appeal being much more comfortable for her.
Nedrick smiles back lowers his head and gives her a sultry look and says,
"Mayve zi am and mayve zi am not. Zi keep my zecrets and ju keep jours, jes? A drink zounds very nice zright now. My my ju are bootiful. Ze name is Ze Zohan! Ze finest leajer boot maker in all ze land!"
Nedrick looks around the room and back to the lady.
"Zi I supposed to meet a zertain group of handzum men in zis fine establishment. Do ju know of a... Of a... Oh zear my mind is too buzi zinking of vwhat zi night may hold."
Nedrick giggles and pulls out his letter and reads over it.
"Meet ze men of Capjain Crook! Jes! Capjain Crook men. Are jey here waiting on Ze Zohan?"
At the mention of "Capjain Crook" the barmaids pauses and her face turns pale for a second. She then continues grabbing a glass and says "I don't think the man you are looking for is in town anymore. His ship was supposed to set sail this morning."
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Unlucky on the first round! This time for 25 gp
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The stranger wins 50gp!
starting to sweat, mort pulls the inside of his collar with an exaggerated expression.
”25g a pop is a bit to rich for my blood *hiccup*...dont want to blow your load in one sitting,” mort winks “lets say 5g a roll”
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Rhaucred comes up to the table and tries to throw his lot in to join in the fun.
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"Fine, fine. I just had to run the dragon out of here so the fun could begin." 5 gp it is.
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"A tie? Well let us go again."
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An easy win.
Rhaucred grits his teeth and rolls again
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“lady luck smiles on you tonite friend, winner of this round buys drinks!”
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"Again? Well another 5 gp never hurt."
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Mort wins 5gp!
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Round 6
"Just the two of us again. 10 gp" The man points at Mort
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Mort wins 10gp!
“It appears i owe you a drink, HAHAHA” mort flags down the barmaid, “two rounds if youd be so kind!”
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Round 7
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Unsure of what her allies have been doing during the day, TT had gone out on her own to search for an equipment shop.
She wishes to sell her scimitar, which she reluctantly carried in order to defend herself from a new threat.
She wishes to buy a quarterstaff, its more natural appeal being much more comfortable for her.
TT add a quarterstaff and 14gp and 8sp to your inventory.
Nedrick is able to buy the supplies he needs and sell his leather armor for 7gp
The barmaid looks at Nedrick and says "Well aren't you and interesting looking fellow. Not from around here I assume. Could I get ya an ale doll?"
Nedrick smiles back lowers his head and gives her a sultry look and says,
"Mayve zi am and mayve zi am not. Zi keep my zecrets and ju keep jours, jes? A drink zounds very nice zright now. My my ju are bootiful. Ze name is Ze Zohan! Ze finest leajer boot maker in all ze land!"
Nedrick looks around the room and back to the lady.
"Zi I supposed to meet a zertain group of handzum men in zis fine establishment. Do ju know of a... Of a... Oh zear my mind is too buzi zinking of vwhat zi night may hold."
Nedrick giggles and pulls out his letter and reads over it.
"Meet ze men of Capjain Crook! Jes! Capjain Crook men. Are jey here waiting on Ze Zohan?"
At the mention of "Capjain Crook" the barmaids pauses and her face turns pale for a second. She then continues grabbing a glass and says "I don't think the man you are looking for is in town anymore. His ship was supposed to set sail this morning."