The Psionicle, Part XI
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GnomeWorks
Adventurer
Syld
Asking a few questions of the group of pilots, you find yourself directed to an unusual pair in foreign garb, seated at a small table.
One of the pair is a dwarf, a pair of thick and heavy goggles set atop his brow. In the pouch of his plain tan apron is a wide assort of metal apparati that you can't even begin to name, though you have seen some similar tools before, from the time you visited Tristam's shop. The dwarf's companion is a creature that looks something like a goblin, though slightly shorter; the back of its hands - which are an ash color, as is the rest of its skin - are covered in a thick, dark layer of fur. His eyes are quite large, and gleam with unusual intelligence. The pair are dressed in clothing similar to what Tori'shel wore: denim and leather, tough and rugged, with an eye for function and durability over form.
The dwarf notices you, and turns his seat to meet you. "Thranos Bluesteel, atcher service." He nods, and touches his goggles with his forefinger. "An' this'd be Grakyl; he's a gremlin, if ya ken." The gremlin nods. "What kin we do fer ya?"
Asking a few questions of the group of pilots, you find yourself directed to an unusual pair in foreign garb, seated at a small table.
One of the pair is a dwarf, a pair of thick and heavy goggles set atop his brow. In the pouch of his plain tan apron is a wide assort of metal apparati that you can't even begin to name, though you have seen some similar tools before, from the time you visited Tristam's shop. The dwarf's companion is a creature that looks something like a goblin, though slightly shorter; the back of its hands - which are an ash color, as is the rest of its skin - are covered in a thick, dark layer of fur. His eyes are quite large, and gleam with unusual intelligence. The pair are dressed in clothing similar to what Tori'shel wore: denim and leather, tough and rugged, with an eye for function and durability over form.
The dwarf notices you, and turns his seat to meet you. "Thranos Bluesteel, atcher service." He nods, and touches his goggles with his forefinger. "An' this'd be Grakyl; he's a gremlin, if ya ken." The gremlin nods. "What kin we do fer ya?"
GnomeWorks
Adventurer
Syld
Thranos' eyebrow raises slightly, and he takes a sidelong glance at Grakyl, who shrugs.
"How far?" Thranos asks, looking more fully at the gremlin.
"Three hundred miles or so." The gremlin replies after a small pause. His mouth is full of small, pointed teeth, and his voice is high-pitched and somewhat unpleasant.
Thranos nods, then looks to you. "Well, I-" He cuts himself off, and looks to the gremlin once more. "What're th' rates we put up 'round here?"
"Twelve." Grakyl says, nodding.
"Right." Thranos looks to you once again. "So that'd be somethin' along th' lines of..." The dwarf strokes his beard, and his eyebrows furrow in concentration. "Thirty-six hunnerd." He looks to Grakyl. "Dock?"
The gremlin shakes his head.
"Forty-one hunnerd, then." The dwarf nods to himself, stroking his beard for a moment. "Round-trip, I'd guess." He looks to you. "I'll cut ya deal an' say forty-one hunnerd fer service from here ta th' Lost Isle, an' back. Guaranteed ya won't find nicer rates with 'at rabble." He makes a shooing motion with his foot at the other gathered pilots.
Thranos' eyebrow raises slightly, and he takes a sidelong glance at Grakyl, who shrugs.
"How far?" Thranos asks, looking more fully at the gremlin.
"Three hundred miles or so." The gremlin replies after a small pause. His mouth is full of small, pointed teeth, and his voice is high-pitched and somewhat unpleasant.
Thranos nods, then looks to you. "Well, I-" He cuts himself off, and looks to the gremlin once more. "What're th' rates we put up 'round here?"
"Twelve." Grakyl says, nodding.
"Right." Thranos looks to you once again. "So that'd be somethin' along th' lines of..." The dwarf strokes his beard, and his eyebrows furrow in concentration. "Thirty-six hunnerd." He looks to Grakyl. "Dock?"
The gremlin shakes his head.
"Forty-one hunnerd, then." The dwarf nods to himself, stroking his beard for a moment. "Round-trip, I'd guess." He looks to you. "I'll cut ya deal an' say forty-one hunnerd fer service from here ta th' Lost Isle, an' back. Guaranteed ya won't find nicer rates with 'at rabble." He makes a shooing motion with his foot at the other gathered pilots.
GnomeWorks
Adventurer
Jansson, Syld, Ruth; Shardorn
"Perhaps we should go help Syld out?" Shardorn asks. "It might be a good idea for the pilots to see who they're taking along, anyway."
"Perhaps we should go help Syld out?" Shardorn asks. "It might be a good idea for the pilots to see who they're taking along, anyway."
GnomeWorks
Adventurer
The dwarf's eyebrows raise slightly as Syld offers his price, and the gremlin takes a sidelong glance at the others as they approach.
Thranos looks to the gremlin, and Grakyl shrugs.
"Do we need th' cash?" Thranos asks.
Grakyl considers for a moment. "Always helps."
"Business that bad 'round here?" The dwarf asks, pulling on his beard slightly.
"Take the offer. This may be the last job we get for some time."
Thranos nods, and turns to face the group.
"A'ight, we'll accept yer offer a tweney-nine hunnerd. Ya'll help us out in carin' fer th' ship. An'... help protect it, if she needs it." He offers his hand to Syld. "Half now, an' half when we get ya back."
Thranos looks to the gremlin, and Grakyl shrugs.
"Do we need th' cash?" Thranos asks.
Grakyl considers for a moment. "Always helps."
"Business that bad 'round here?" The dwarf asks, pulling on his beard slightly.
"Take the offer. This may be the last job we get for some time."
Thranos nods, and turns to face the group.
"A'ight, we'll accept yer offer a tweney-nine hunnerd. Ya'll help us out in carin' fer th' ship. An'... help protect it, if she needs it." He offers his hand to Syld. "Half now, an' half when we get ya back."
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