[sblock=OOC: ]Knowledge check for info about Jareth:
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Regarding Rasereit's character sheet: Since his character history is so long, the forum doesn't let me update his sheet the way I want to. (It's a known bug, but it's been around for a while and I don't know when they're gonna fix it.) I keep a local copy on my computer, that's up to date. I can update Rasereit's online sheet with all the mechanical stuff (and cut out all the fluff, to make it shorter), if you like, or I can send you a copy of the complete sheet by email.[/sblock]
When Ogrin asks for potion buyers, Rasereit pipes up fast.
"Aye, Ah usually end up needin' these more'n most. Ah'd 'ave bought one from the shop myself anyway, so saves me a trip." Rasereit gives 30 platinum dragons to Ogrin. He also takes the other cure light wounds potion from the pile.
"If nobody wants this...? Alrigh', mine!"
Rasereit sits back as Poto tells the tale of Seto.
"Creepy bloke, eh?"
He does recall some information about Jareth.
When Ogrin
whispers in his ear, he replies, in a similarly hushed voice:[sblock=Whisper to Ogrin: ]
"Aye, 'twould be worth a pretty penny. But Ah dunnae, Ogrin. Sounds a bit like a load o' crock t'me."[/sblock]
"Eh, about this god-furnace-thinger... Ah never heard o' such a thing. Ye'd think such a thing, a physical manifestation of the gods' power, if ye will... ye'd think it'd be well known, neh? Big tourist attraction an' all that?"
Rasereit pauses a moment and then continues,
"Ah mean, what are our options, 'ere? Choice A: Find a right straight holy man, 'olier than Father Eusebius 'ere, an' pray that he can wish the thing away. Choice B: Travel, on foot, through a forest larger than me third mother's belly, t'a mystical god-furnace that may or may not exist, located in an as yet unspecified grove in said large forest, an' hope that thing is unprotected and jus' waitin' for people t'come by an' toss weapons into. Choice C: Go dragon huntin', an' likely get our rumps roasted. Or choice C: Go to a nearby port, take a nice, short cruise to a known volcanic island, and chuck the cursed thing in." Rasereit waits for all that to sink in.
"Ah use 'nice' in the loosest sense, by the way," he adds as an aside to Ogrin.