Jeremiah looks askance.
"Such, hem, alchemist's tricks are not my forte," he says, "but regardless, since the embargo it has become near impossible and prohibitively expensive to procure ingredients for, hem, enchantment purposes. If you are visiting this so-called Emperor perhaps you could prevail upon him to lower prices on, hem, arcane supplies."
"Don't worry old man," says Devargo. "I'll bargain for you." He rams a dagger into its sheathe.
Eventually the sun begins to fall and the group makes its way down to Silk Street, where a group of five of the Emperor's henchmen, the Old Docks Gang, are waiting to meet them. They are a rough and ragged looking lot, perhaps not as skilled as the group has become but still suggestive of people not easily messed with if it came to a fight in their stance and demeanour. There is no conformity to their arms and armour, no obvious uniform, but they all wear, in some form or other, the Emperor's colours of red, gold and black.
One of them, a hard-faced and hard-bodied woman who could be mistaken for a man at first glance, steps forwards.
"Alright Mhairi," she says. "See you've bought 'em. The Emperor's waiting to meet you all."
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There is time to stock up on the likes of tanglefoot bags etc. and other supplies should you want some to take with you. Prices are double SRD. Another thing to thank the Emperor of Old Korvosa for.
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