[sblock=DM]Rix will acquire his set of masterwork thieves tools and resell the older ones (so a net transaction of 75gp paid assuming sell for half).
He will then see if he can find some time to get the iron ring and scroll magically examined, he is willing to haggle. He will go to an apprentice of Horacios if possible rather than Horacios himself.
He will also spend a good amount of time each day exploring the tunnels and community. He keeps the gnomish name on the parchment they found in mind while he explores.[/sblock]
Rix is mostly absent in the two days of rest at the Loughphray tunnels, what you do see of him is a mixture of anger and sulking. The normally fast quips and jabs are missing and a sullen quiet hangs over him. This whole business is getting to the dragonkin and being around the eon old nemesis of his race does not make it much better.
Vaerixsjach glares at the gnome reprehensibly, he talked of kobold disarray, none had ever seen the glory of the dragonkin's mines in full swing. Even the dwarves could not match the efficiency and precision of such a sight, the life of a kobold was to serve his tribe and the loss of his life was only the precursor to being reborn to serve once again, or even greater to serve in Kurtulmak's mines.
"We'll see." The world would be a better place if we just let them overrun your sniveling hovel.
He will then see if he can find some time to get the iron ring and scroll magically examined, he is willing to haggle. He will go to an apprentice of Horacios if possible rather than Horacios himself.
He will also spend a good amount of time each day exploring the tunnels and community. He keeps the gnomish name on the parchment they found in mind while he explores.[/sblock]
Rix is mostly absent in the two days of rest at the Loughphray tunnels, what you do see of him is a mixture of anger and sulking. The normally fast quips and jabs are missing and a sullen quiet hangs over him. This whole business is getting to the dragonkin and being around the eon old nemesis of his race does not make it much better.
Vaerixsjach glares at the gnome reprehensibly, he talked of kobold disarray, none had ever seen the glory of the dragonkin's mines in full swing. Even the dwarves could not match the efficiency and precision of such a sight, the life of a kobold was to serve his tribe and the loss of his life was only the precursor to being reborn to serve once again, or even greater to serve in Kurtulmak's mines.
"We'll see." The world would be a better place if we just let them overrun your sniveling hovel.