Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 3: Shelter From The Storm

[The Bashar]

"Do we even have 360 gp between us? Diashan and I should be able to navigate our way through the swamp. It won't be the easiest trip I would imagine, but I don't think we should sit here waiting in this town for a boat that may never come."

 

[Gregor]

"I have 200 pieces of gold to my name. I am happy to put it towards two boats. Who knows when a boat will arrive, if at all? There can't be more than 60 villagers in this whole money-grubbing hovel. Its hardly a major destination for a merchant and the rains show no sign of clearing." Torrent puts a smirk on her face and says, "We walked through a living forest fire and emerged unscathed. How difficult can a trek through a swamp be?"

 

[digimattic]

Arnir has spent the entire time he's been in this village in silence, though his facial expressions and body language plainly convey his thoughts about being here; curling his lip at every soggy, soaked villager and compulsively casting prestidigitation on himself to stay clean, you can see that he is ill at ease in this place so it is no surprise when he finally says "I haven't much gold left, but I'll gladly pay to get out of this place. Even Bannock's perpetual flatulence would smell like a rose compared to this open sewer."

 

[Adjuntive]

Alric blasts a curse at no one in particular and then shakes his head in disgust. Some of you find his outburst surprising, but he quickly dispels any mystery behind the outburst.

"Blasted highway robbery!! I worked hard for this gold and now I have to part with a veritable fortune just for a set of ing boats!! Are any of you skilled in haggling? Can't we widdle down this price? Hell, I'll threaten the merchants with death and dismemberment if I save some slim coppers for these prices!"

He then shuffles through his belongings in an agitated manner and comes up with his coin purse. He tosses it up and down in his hand for a moment as if weighing it and says:

"I can contribute 120gp if need be. Though it's only contributed if Kirio, Lars and myself perform some 'negotiation' for the supplies."

 

[fromage67]

Lars sighs and says, "I was afraid you might be thinking that way. I have the money, I picked up some rich merchan't treasure in Gate Pass from those lockers. I hate to spend it on these boats when we will likely abandon them in Seaquen. Can't be helped."

Lars goes out to secure the 3 rowboats and hopefully sell his mule and cart at the same time. "OK Alric & Kirio, let's go negotiate..."

OOC: Lars is ready and willing to use his intimidate skill here.

 

[Gregor]

Amidst piles of soggy sawdust, you come upon a group of villagers building small rowboats. They work diligently on sawing timber, hammering nails and carving poles and oars. With a wide grin and open arms, a young bearded human man steps forward. His commoner's clothing is covered in wood chips and dust and his greasy blonde hair hangs from his head in thick strands. "Welcome, welcome, my lords," he begins, "are you in need of boats for a trip into the swamp? Hardy warriors and travelers like yourselves have come to the right place. Name's Leto Moore, at your service."

 

[fromage67]

Lars answers, "Indeed we are, my good man. We need boats to carry 8 people and their gear through the swamp safely. I think we will need three shallow boats and oars. Let me see what you have."

 

[Gregor]

"Aye, you'll definitely be needin' three of my craft good sir." Says Leto. "You won't be dissapointed with their quality. I don't mean to boast but I've easily sold a hundred craft to other refugees headin' to Seaquen. For 300 pieces of gold you can have your three boats."

He leads you over to where most of the work is being done to give you a glimpse of the rowboats he is building. "These here will get you through the swamp without a hitch. Most of it is pools of muddy water, but it gets shallow sometimes so you'll need poles and oars as well. I'd be happy to throw them in with the purchase if you were willing to trade me your mule and cart."

 

[fromage67]

"Well, we'll be needing three boats, so I am sure we can work out an acceptable price. We'll offer you 180 gp for the whole lot. Plus you get the mule and cart. A fair deal." Lars says this matter-of-factly, stating it as a fact.

 

[Gregor]

Leto throws back his head and laughs, "180 pieces of gold for the whole lot he says. Are you some kind of travelling mummer? Nay friend, a fair price is the one I offered you. Waukeen has smiled on Vidor these days and the cost of getting through the swamp to Seaquen is the amount I set. If you can't pay for the cost of my boats, then I guess you'll have to swim or you can pitch a tent with the sorry lot sleeping outside the village." He laughs again.