Someone
Adventurer
It´s hot. And humid. The kind of humid hot that traveller say asphixiates you in the jungle; or maybe not so extreme, since some of you have been in the jungle and know that´s a lot worse than this. But it´s still uncomfortable.
“There´s only 900 dinars here” one of you say.
“And?”
“Our agreement was 1000”
“Oh yes, oh yes, it´s true” says Ahmed. Ahmed is a small and hunched man that looks like if he had a sizeable part of mouse blood. “Very true. But see, I don´t have all the cash. I expected to, but don´t have. Nononononono, you won´t need that thing” says nervously when half a blade shines outside the sheath. “See, someone had a debt with me, I hoped he would pay with sound money, but only had this book. I´m sure it´s worth the money.”
You look around. It´s a busy street in Tangrabah, and you´re seated in stools surrounding a small table that supports several glasses of wine. The narrow alley canalizes the sea breeze and somewhat refreshes the air, but not enough..
Inside the tavern, the owner keeps an eye on you, as he does on everyone outside.
Ahmed gets a leatherbound book from under his black tunic. “It belonged to... a rich man, Abu ibn Minah, I think. One of his servants brought that yesterday, instead of the money. Oh, come on, you can´t bleed a carrot. I swear you I´m dry. Look, if you don´t sell it for at least 100 dinars come to me the next week and I´ll buy it back, ok? I have someone already interested, but since I´m a man of honor it´s yours.”
You all in turn peruse the book casually while laughing to yourself when Ahmed says he´s a ´man of honor´. It´s a diary, the diary of a sailor, and you find some references to monsters and mounds of diamonds. It looks quite old, however the most recent writings do not. Though most things of this kind are false, it´s true it could be sold for a good money.
[OOC: don´t add the 900 dinars (equals 4500 D&D gp) to your available money. It´s supposed to be part of your starting cash. You know Ahmed from a long time ago; he seems to know a lot of people that detest him, and for what you know isn´t a danger to anyone. As usual, he sounds sincere.]
“There´s only 900 dinars here” one of you say.
“And?”
“Our agreement was 1000”
“Oh yes, oh yes, it´s true” says Ahmed. Ahmed is a small and hunched man that looks like if he had a sizeable part of mouse blood. “Very true. But see, I don´t have all the cash. I expected to, but don´t have. Nononononono, you won´t need that thing” says nervously when half a blade shines outside the sheath. “See, someone had a debt with me, I hoped he would pay with sound money, but only had this book. I´m sure it´s worth the money.”
You look around. It´s a busy street in Tangrabah, and you´re seated in stools surrounding a small table that supports several glasses of wine. The narrow alley canalizes the sea breeze and somewhat refreshes the air, but not enough..
Inside the tavern, the owner keeps an eye on you, as he does on everyone outside.
Ahmed gets a leatherbound book from under his black tunic. “It belonged to... a rich man, Abu ibn Minah, I think. One of his servants brought that yesterday, instead of the money. Oh, come on, you can´t bleed a carrot. I swear you I´m dry. Look, if you don´t sell it for at least 100 dinars come to me the next week and I´ll buy it back, ok? I have someone already interested, but since I´m a man of honor it´s yours.”
You all in turn peruse the book casually while laughing to yourself when Ahmed says he´s a ´man of honor´. It´s a diary, the diary of a sailor, and you find some references to monsters and mounds of diamonds. It looks quite old, however the most recent writings do not. Though most things of this kind are false, it´s true it could be sold for a good money.
[OOC: don´t add the 900 dinars (equals 4500 D&D gp) to your available money. It´s supposed to be part of your starting cash. You know Ahmed from a long time ago; he seems to know a lot of people that detest him, and for what you know isn´t a danger to anyone. As usual, he sounds sincere.]
