"Bostwick? We haven't heard of it yet. Where is it and who is this priestess. Is there anything else there?""And about the scrolls, alas, I have none. You might talk to Wizard Crus about those, or perhaps the Priestess in Bostwick?"
"Well, so there is a priestess there. She may have some healing items. Is there anything else of interest there?"Tinker says, "Bostwick is the next town to the north from Pembrose. About the same distance up the River Wren as Twain is from Pembrose up the Quail River."
"Maybe I can Identify some items for you? How much credit would you give me for that?"And to Tylara, Tinker says:
"Wizards, eh? Hmm, I don't know, I don't usually do business that way, leads to too much hunger for me! But, you're welcome to make me an offer of whatever services you can perform that you think are worth the goods that you wish to have."
"Well for less than you can do it yourself, how about 75 gp?""Not much else of interest in Bostwick, at least of interest to me. Hmmm, interesting proposal you make! What would you say that it's worth to you? I'm not accustomed to dealing with wizards, you know."
Kerlan is somewhat startled by the turn of events but takes it in stride. "I believe that would be fine. I won't be able to do it today, however. Hold on to that Clairvoyance potion for me and I'll get back to you." Kerlan begins to look around the town for the materials he needs to make an Artificer's Monocle. He planned on making one anyway, and now seems like the perfect time. It will cost him 750gp and 60xp to create. He will also keep an eye out for Crus's arrival."Ohh, pshaw!! That's hardly a fair price! I'll not have you going all over town saying, 'Oh, that Tinker, he's a no good cheater, he is! Why, he practically stole a spell from me!' No, that will never do. I just have two items that I'd like to know a bit more about, so, how about, say, 125 gp for each of them? Can you live with that? Oh, all right, 150 gp each?"