Rikandur Azebol said:
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Mmm, let me see them. Their previous owner could have been a cheater, You know ... And it would tear my heart out, seeing my favorite vendor's children go to sleep hungry because of some sneaky guy. Flintlock pistol ... blunderbuss ... ammo, would You accept my grandmother as guarantee of credit ?"
He ended with light tone, but his craving for boom-toys was visible in his tone.
OOC: Appraise check +13, goblins have good eye for such stuff !
To evaluate real price of these grenades ... and Knowledge(Technology) +9 to remember what he know aobut this stuff.
The price is a smidge high perhaps on the grenades but not much more then he would expect to pay in the big cities. As far as what he knows, he rolls a 24 on the Knowledge Technology roll so he knows whatever is in the book on the items.
“Only if your grandmother is pure gold then perhaps we can talk, Groog, besides in these rather troubled times I need something tangible, something real, credit will only go so far my friend,” he replies allowing Groog a better look at the merchandise.
Snarrek
The day is warming up quite nicely and what few militia there is, are busy with either training, or building fortifications around the village. Many villagers are assisting with the preparations as well, while some women tend to the cactus patches, and older children ferry goods back and forth from the mines, hard labor to be sure, but no one seems to complain and everyone does their part.
He catches her scent before he sees her…
He turns to see Lekah sitting on a barrel tending to a bow testing the draw, and tightening strings. She is wearing a long dark cloak, with a hood that is currently down, over black studded leather armor. She tests the draw once more and does not seem to have noticed Snarrek in the least, absorbed with her ‘toy’.
Out of the corner of his eye he also sees a wolf rider preparing for a journey.
Garrak
Mirlus smiles, “Of course take your time, Garrek sleep on it, you must be tired with all that has occurred.
She laughs, “Life is never simple out here, I fear not the Razormanes; not at all, they only do what they must to survive I suppose. I fear only losing my friends and family here in the village,” she sets the basket of fruit and bread on the table.
Tani grabs an apple and eats as well, “The Horde will survive as we always have, Thrall be praised, and perhaps new shall know peace one day. But I am content with what we have.”
Mirlus interjects, “I will be content when I am dead,” he chortles.
Tani shakes her head, “Of course you would say that…” she pauses and turns to the door, “you just take care of yourself Master Fireborn… and you, Master Garrak please be well…” she smiles awkwardly and then exits.
Mirlus sighs, “Young people, I swear that youth is wasted on the living,” he laughs, “best be wary young Garrak, before some village girl scoops you up into her web!”