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Message: <blockquote data-quote="WizarDru" data-source="post: 766124" data-attributes="member: 151">Well, DocM previously pointed out that after a previous incident where the sorceror blew a couple of haggling rolls badly, the fighter insists on going solo every time.  He's not being edged out, he's pushing them away.  It takes two to make a team, and it sounds like he's not working towards it any more than his companions, possibly less so.As to the 8 isn't a low charisma issue, I agree.  However, DocM's already established that this guy is suffering some serious circumstance modifiers on top of his low charisma.  Picture this: Gorthez had just finished shining the Censer of Insight in it's display case, when the door swung open, hard, hitting against a cabinet.  A westerner entered, tall and menancing.  A typical ignorant foreigner, he ignored the local custom of clapping his hands loudly three times upon entering.  Dark spirits may have come in behind him, and he didn't clap to scare them away.  Did none of these travelers seek to learn proper manners?These thoughts were swept for Gorthez's mind however, when he actually caught sight of the brute.  He was taller and more viscious looking than his average customer, and he had come dressed for violence.  He wore chainmail of mithral draped over leather armor, covered in the blood of his enemies and scarred from battle with things Gorthez could only guess at.  At his side, a nasty looking orc knife hung, but it was the huge zwei-hander slung over his back that riveted the merchant's eyes.  Had this violent madman come to rob him?"This your place?", came the question."Yes, humble master.  Gorthez the Golden am I.  Merchant of the bizarre and rare, I have much to offer...""Whatever.  I need to sell some things.  Heard you were the one to sell it to.  Here."  With that rude interruption, the madman drew forth a wondrous crystal ball...spattered with dried blood.  He eyed Gorthez hungrily.  Mad westerners, he thought.  He DID let dark spirits in.  They were probably cursing his shop even now.  "Well," growled the madman, "HOW MUCH?"From what I'm hearing, he's a foreigner who's not making the slightest effort to fit in in foreign lands where foreigners are, at best, looked askance.  He's walking into a store in full combat regalia, being rude, with very little by way of reputation, personal charisma or skill at haggling...and he's upset he's not getting a good price.  Doesn't sound that out of whack, to me.edit: fixed typo</blockquote>

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