Miranda is in town, studying people in the market while sharpening her twin short-swords. Her crystal blue eyes follow people she finds "suspicious". She dressed in a set of cotton common clothes, dual hilts on a harness around her shoulders. Her hoop earrings glint gold in the afternoon light.
Cybil is filing papers outside into neat little piles while humming to herself. A Modron works besides her, sharpening pencils. She occasionally gives the Modron a gear or two, in which it chirps happily, examining the gear.
A yellow-skinned Mind-Flayer sits at a table in the library, petting a Intellect Devourer while counting disks of amber. It looks pleased with the disks as it writes down a few symbols in Qualith on a piece of thin metal.
Miranda is in town, studying people in the market while sharpening her twin short-swords. Her crystal blue eyes follow people she finds "suspicious". She dressed in a set of cotton common clothes, dual hilts on a harness around her shoulders. Her hoop earrings glint gold in the afternoon light.
Cybil is filing papers outside into neat little piles while humming to herself. A Modron works besides her, sharpening pencils. She occasionally gives the Modron a gear or two, in which it chirps happily, examining the gear.
A yellow-skinned Mind-Flayer sits at a table in the library, petting a Intellect Devourer while counting disks of amber. It looks pleased with the disks as it writes down a few symbols in Qualith on a piece of thin metal.
*I gotta take a quiz, heck!*
Pax is selling wolf pelts at the market, not yet noticing miranda
Miranda is in town, studying people in the market while sharpening her twin short-swords. Her crystal blue eyes follow people she finds "suspicious". She dressed in a set of cotton common clothes, dual hilts on a harness around her shoulders. Her hoop earrings glint gold in the afternoon light.
Cybil is filing papers outside into neat little piles while humming to herself. A Modron works besides her, sharpening pencils. She occasionally gives the Modron a gear or two, in which it chirps happily, examining the gear.
A yellow-skinned Mind-Flayer sits at a table in the library, petting a Intellect Devourer while counting disks of amber. It looks pleased with the disks as it writes down a few symbols in Qualith on a piece of thin metal.
*I gotta take a quiz, heck!*
Pax is selling wolf pelts at the market, not yet noticing miranda
*Its all good. Im on here for a bit.*
Miranda narrows her eyes and sheathes her swords before walking over.
Miranda is in town, studying people in the market while sharpening her twin short-swords. Her crystal blue eyes follow people she finds "suspicious". She dressed in a set of cotton common clothes, dual hilts on a harness around her shoulders. Her hoop earrings glint gold in the afternoon light.
Cybil is filing papers outside into neat little piles while humming to herself. A Modron works besides her, sharpening pencils. She occasionally gives the Modron a gear or two, in which it chirps happily, examining the gear.
A yellow-skinned Mind-Flayer sits at a table in the library, petting a Intellect Devourer while counting disks of amber. It looks pleased with the disks as it writes down a few symbols in Qualith on a piece of thin metal.
*I gotta take a quiz, heck!*
Pax is selling wolf pelts at the market, not yet noticing miranda
*Its all good. Im on here for a bit.*
Miranda narrows her eyes and sheathes her swords before walking over.
He seems to be calmly haggling with the merchant over pricing
Miranda is in town, studying people in the market while sharpening her twin short-swords. Her crystal blue eyes follow people she finds "suspicious". She dressed in a set of cotton common clothes, dual hilts on a harness around her shoulders. Her hoop earrings glint gold in the afternoon light.
Cybil is filing papers outside into neat little piles while humming to herself. A Modron works besides her, sharpening pencils. She occasionally gives the Modron a gear or two, in which it chirps happily, examining the gear.
A yellow-skinned Mind-Flayer sits at a table in the library, petting a Intellect Devourer while counting disks of amber. It looks pleased with the disks as it writes down a few symbols in Qualith on a piece of thin metal.
*I gotta take a quiz, heck!*
Pax is selling wolf pelts at the market, not yet noticing miranda
*Its all good. Im on here for a bit.*
Miranda narrows her eyes and sheathes her swords before walking over.
He seems to be calmly haggling with the merchant over pricing
She is going to appear behind him and smile "Good sirs! You see! this pelt is ghastly! worth no more than a few copper pieces!" She smiles at Pax before leaning towards the merchant "Wouldnt you say?"
Miranda is in town, studying people in the market while sharpening her twin short-swords. Her crystal blue eyes follow people she finds "suspicious". She dressed in a set of cotton common clothes, dual hilts on a harness around her shoulders. Her hoop earrings glint gold in the afternoon light.
Cybil is filing papers outside into neat little piles while humming to herself. A Modron works besides her, sharpening pencils. She occasionally gives the Modron a gear or two, in which it chirps happily, examining the gear.
A yellow-skinned Mind-Flayer sits at a table in the library, petting a Intellect Devourer while counting disks of amber. It looks pleased with the disks as it writes down a few symbols in Qualith on a piece of thin metal.
*I gotta take a quiz, heck!*
Pax is selling wolf pelts at the market, not yet noticing miranda
*Its all good. Im on here for a bit.*
Miranda narrows her eyes and sheathes her swords before walking over.
He seems to be calmly haggling with the merchant over pricing
She is going to appear behind him and smile "Good sirs! You see! this pelt is ghastly! worth no more than a few copper pieces!" She smiles at Pax before leaning towards the merchant "Wouldnt you say?"
Pax scoffs and playfully shoves her behind him, though she can see the peeking of a smirk behind his mask. "Ignore her. This wolf pelt is worth atleast 2 silver, I cleaned it myself this morning." He says
Miranda is in town, studying people in the market while sharpening her twin short-swords. Her crystal blue eyes follow people she finds "suspicious". She dressed in a set of cotton common clothes, dual hilts on a harness around her shoulders. Her hoop earrings glint gold in the afternoon light.
Cybil is filing papers outside into neat little piles while humming to herself. A Modron works besides her, sharpening pencils. She occasionally gives the Modron a gear or two, in which it chirps happily, examining the gear.
A yellow-skinned Mind-Flayer sits at a table in the library, petting a Intellect Devourer while counting disks of amber. It looks pleased with the disks as it writes down a few symbols in Qualith on a piece of thin metal.
*I gotta take a quiz, heck!*
Pax is selling wolf pelts at the market, not yet noticing miranda
*Its all good. Im on here for a bit.*
Miranda narrows her eyes and sheathes her swords before walking over.
He seems to be calmly haggling with the merchant over pricing
She is going to appear behind him and smile "Good sirs! You see! this pelt is ghastly! worth no more than a few copper pieces!" She smiles at Pax before leaning towards the merchant "Wouldnt you say?"
Pax scoffs and playfully shoves her behind him, though she can see the peeking of a smirk behind his mask. "Ignore her. This wolf pelt is worth atleast 2 silver, I cleaned it myself this morning." He says
"I would say a copper at best" She whispered to the merchant "As someone who can turn into a wolf, I know pelt care. Its not a good one." She grins.
Miranda is in town, studying people in the market while sharpening her twin short-swords. Her crystal blue eyes follow people she finds "suspicious". She dressed in a set of cotton common clothes, dual hilts on a harness around her shoulders. Her hoop earrings glint gold in the afternoon light.
Cybil is filing papers outside into neat little piles while humming to herself. A Modron works besides her, sharpening pencils. She occasionally gives the Modron a gear or two, in which it chirps happily, examining the gear.
A yellow-skinned Mind-Flayer sits at a table in the library, petting a Intellect Devourer while counting disks of amber. It looks pleased with the disks as it writes down a few symbols in Qualith on a piece of thin metal.
*I gotta take a quiz, heck!*
Pax is selling wolf pelts at the market, not yet noticing miranda
*Its all good. Im on here for a bit.*
Miranda narrows her eyes and sheathes her swords before walking over.
He seems to be calmly haggling with the merchant over pricing
She is going to appear behind him and smile "Good sirs! You see! this pelt is ghastly! worth no more than a few copper pieces!" She smiles at Pax before leaning towards the merchant "Wouldnt you say?"
Pax scoffs and playfully shoves her behind him, though she can see the peeking of a smirk behind his mask. "Ignore her. This wolf pelt is worth atleast 2 silver, I cleaned it myself this morning." He says
"I would say a copper at best" She whispered to the merchant "As someone who can turn into a wolf, I know pelt care. Its not a good one." She grins.
Pax shakes his head, "I've sold to you before, I know what I'm doing."
(Contest persuasion? :3)
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*HELLO MY GOOD LADS*
*AYYYYY!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey there :]*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*lawrence! :>*
*balze!*
The man with the peg leg and the cargo jacket sits at a table chowing down on a shepherd's pie.
Ozzy is having breakfast as he works on his purifier
Pax is in the market, selling wolf pelts to vendors
-open slot-
The man with the peg leg looks at him and says, "What's that you're working on?"
Miranda is in town, studying people in the market while sharpening her twin short-swords. Her crystal blue eyes follow people she finds "suspicious". She dressed in a set of cotton common clothes, dual hilts on a harness around her shoulders. Her hoop earrings glint gold in the afternoon light.
Cybil is filing papers outside into neat little piles while humming to herself. A Modron works besides her, sharpening pencils. She occasionally gives the Modron a gear or two, in which it chirps happily, examining the gear.
A yellow-skinned Mind-Flayer sits at a table in the library, petting a Intellect Devourer while counting disks of amber. It looks pleased with the disks as it writes down a few symbols in Qualith on a piece of thin metal.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Purifier" He says after a second of swallowing
*I gotta take a quiz, heck!*
Pax is selling wolf pelts at the market, not yet noticing miranda
*Its all good. Im on here for a bit.*
Miranda narrows her eyes and sheathes her swords before walking over.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"A water purifier?" he asks.
He seems to be calmly haggling with the merchant over pricing
He shrugs and nods, "More or less"
She is going to appear behind him and smile "Good sirs! You see! this pelt is ghastly! worth no more than a few copper pieces!" She smiles at Pax before leaning towards the merchant "Wouldnt you say?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Huh," he shovels down some food and then says, "You some sort of inventor?"
Pax scoffs and playfully shoves her behind him, though she can see the peeking of a smirk behind his mask. "Ignore her. This wolf pelt is worth atleast 2 silver, I cleaned it myself this morning." He says
"I would say a copper at best" She whispered to the merchant "As someone who can turn into a wolf, I know pelt care. Its not a good one." She grins.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Pax shakes his head, "I've sold to you before, I know what I'm doing."
(Contest persuasion? :3)