Crossed Paths, Part III

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"Perhaps we could instead trade information?" Brioc suggests to the sphinx. "A lot has changed in these caves over the last few days, some of which is recent enough for you not to know. Does such a trade sound agreeable?"
 

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The sphinx

The sphinx considers the various remarks. "I'd certainly consider valuables other than coins. It looks like you have some fine weapons at least. As for a trade, what sort of things do you know?"
 

Tullius snorts and whispers to Octar. "Yeah, she'll lay her claws on my weapons over my dead body."

"All this talk is very nice, and forgive for being blunt, but it's obvious you need us for something and we need your information. Why don't you just tell us what you want and we'll consider it. And then you'll tell us what we need to know and we'll all leave and live happily ever after. How does that sound?"
 

Octar

Octar snorts in agreement. "She is becoming irritating. Much more of this and she may find out just how fine my weapons are," he responds quietly.

Marcus

Marcus realises that they are getting distracted. After the Sphinx responds to Tullius' offer, (assuming its in the negative) he suggests that they keep things focused on just a couple of matters for the moment - the gnolls and the riddle. Marcus is all for trying the riddle. The other question is, do people want to fork over the 100 gp for information about the gnolls? He pulls out a gold ring, keeping it out of sight from the Sphinx (although he cares not that she can see that he has *something* in hand), and suggests that it would cover the cost. After a moments thought, he gives his vote for paying the sphinx, especially if she can be convinced to tell of the minatours or slaves as well, rather that get involved in horse trading for information.
 

The gynosphinx

The sphinx gazes at her claws some more, then brings her paw up to her mouth and licks it several times, before admiring it some more. "Ah. I'll never truly understand bipeds" She says to Ehldannis in Egyptian. "Yes. There is something I want. A certain potion I've heard about. If you can retrieve it for me I would be most grateful."
 

OOC: Assuming things are gtting translated.

"Well, we're getting somewhere. You would be grateful, exactly how grateful? Not to be rude but I personally don't do things for strange creatures I don't know anything about without at least getting something in return. Perhaps you could qualify your gratitude? Oh, and what exactly is the potion you would like us to bring you?"

*Aside to Marcus* Let's not pay her anything, we're poor enough as it is.
 

Marcus shrugs slightly and says in a quiet voice, "I've no objections to keeping what we have earnt."

He's about to make a suggestion when he realises that there are already all together too many people making suggestions. So he he shuts his mouth, and steps aside leaving center stage for Brioc.
 

Gynosphinx

"Well. You are treasure seekers. There is much treasure about, and I can help you find some. I will tell you of a secret door that leads to burial crypts of the ancient Saurials. These contain great wealth, including a potion contained in a steel flask, marked with this symbol: (she points to an obsure symbol on the wall, which looks like some sort of unknown letter). This potion is what I want in return for revealing to you this ancient secret door. I'm sure you're wondering why I don't go in and get this flask myself. Well, the passageways are too small for one of my stature."
 

Ehldannis quickly smothers his excitement before replying as calmly as he can. "That sounds like a more than fair exchange. If you will direct us to this crypt we will return your trust by retrieving the potion for you."

Ehldannis realises his presumptuosness in casting decisions for the party and smiles sheepishly at Brioc. "I forget myself Brioc, we are not here to idly hunt treasures, we have a specific goal. Perhaps though if we do find other treasures it will give us more to trade for information. Any clue to the whereabouts of our target will be invaluable. Also I believe that if we can earn the good graces of the Sphinx she may be able to tell us more about the spearhead."
 
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Despite himself, Marcus notices his pulse quicken at the mention of great wealth. Its the gyptian in me, l suppose. Lets just hope the old minx isn't lying. But his ardour is damped almost immediately as the sphinx mentions the small passage ways. God I hate tunnels. I swear I'm becoming more troll like every hour I am down here. To be honest, Marcus isn't really sure that trolls actually live in tunnels. But he feels that if they don't, they should.
 

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