"Emerald ring in the sewage? Some poor couple out there, without a ring. I haven't gotten one for my wife yet, but someday maybe a nice shiny grey wedding band. Anything else?"

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"Emerald ring in the sewage? Some poor couple out there, without a ring. I haven't gotten one for my wife yet, but someday maybe a nice shiny grey wedding band. Anything else?"

 'Maybe a glass of water. Ya wanna buy a gift for ya wife, I got some shiny trinkets that I found?'. He scratches his head, as if bitten by a flea

"I'm sure I'm fine, but maybe I'll look at the prices next time I'm in the marketplace."

I go back into the kitchen, put away the plate, fill a glass of water, and come back out and place the glass of water down.

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"I'm sure I'm fine, but maybe I'll look at the prices next time I'm in the marketplace."

I go back into the kitchen, put away the plate, fill a glass of water, and come back out and place the glass of water down.

 'Ah, thanks a lot, mate. If it's good prices you're after, I can provide. Does this tavern have a performing bard?'

"There's my other brother, Jamie. He's good with his lyre. In fact, everyone who works here is either a sibling or cousin of mine or my wife."

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"There's my other brother, Jamie. He's good with his lyre. In fact, everyone who works here is either a sibling or cousin of mine or my wife."

'Is he the one who likes the rats? I'm sure they'd like his lyre. Sometimes I play songs to my little guys it passes the time and they seem to like it.'

"The one who likes rats is Grishkin. He's a good employee. And when I say he likes them, I mean he likes to eat them. It's a bird thing."

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"The one who likes rats is Grishkin. And when I say he likes them, I mean he likes to eat them. It's a bird thing."

 'Must be a big bird, never seen birds eat rats before. Usually it's other rats. Or bugs. Or me, when I'm hungry and there's a dead rat in front of me'

"We're a family of strigs. Anything else?"

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"We're a family of strigs. Anything else?"

 'What else ya got? Ideally something decently cheap.'  Flint strokes Hiro, who squeaks in approval

"A cup of ale is two copper pieces, but a whole mug is four, a hunk of meat is three silver pieces, and a pitcher of wine is two. A loaf of bread is two copper pieces and a hunk of cheese is one silver pieces. Any of that sound good?"

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"A cup of ale is two copper pieces, but a whole mug is four, a hunk of meat is three silver pieces, and a pitcher of wine is two. A loaf of bread is two copper pieces and a hunk of cheese is one silver pieces. Any of that sound good?"

 'Might get myself a loaf of bread, thanks! A real bargain, those prices'

I go back into the pantry, come back with a loaf of bread wrapped in a cloth, and place in on the table.

"Will that be all?"

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I go back into the pantry, come back with a loaf of bread wrapped in a cloth, and place in on the table.

"Will that be all?"

 'I guess so. This is a nice tavern ya got here'

"Thank you. That bread is two copper pieces."

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"Thank you. That bread is two copper pieces."

 Flint hands him the money

*Do you have any other characters? Shop interactions are fun but can't go very far*

*I have a plasmoid named Jleremy Huneyponkles somewhere, a thri-kreen named Golfenstein Duncanson, and a dwarf wizard somewhere named Mick Donald Brurger, along with his warlock cousin Wendles Chi Kunugget and their two other cousins, also dwarfs, are sorcerer Sopwey Sam Mich and druid Daryll Equen*

*entering the tavern is a young man, behind his dark cloak flicks a fluffy black tail, his equally black shaggy hair of head shifts from his moving fluffy black ears on top, at his side was a sheathed short sword, on the other side a long sword also sheathed*

*He shifted the pack on his back and glanced around the room, showing little fear and a deep powerful confidence, he seemed to regard everyone there with something like pity in his eyes*

*Finally he set his sights on the bar, and the bird behind it, he stepped forward and began talking slowly and purposely*

"Good day. I'm looking for a place to rest up while my party arrives. What kind of drinks you got?"

(Not sure what's currently going on for the most part, but I feel this is an okay intro)

'They got pretty much anything here'

A skinny half-elf is sat near the window, a rat perched on his shoulder

A huge death knight in ornate armor throws open the door dramatically before walking in like he owns the place. Behind him is a small creature, a tiny, fat, anxious stoat-folk in fluffy formal wear. He looks around with his glowing eyes as he pulls out a seat for the knight in a dark corner. The little aide sits down beside the hulking undead, calling out the numerous items that his master points to on the menu.