Nod, and go to the reinforced wagon and wave at the clerk.
[4] She smiles politely back and asks if you have anything to deposit.
Arthur O'Flaherty, Vacationing Businessman
Arthur listens to the rats' musings, making careful mental notes of each salient fact.
Keep listening to the spill of information. When they're done, bow to them.
"Thank you for your immense help. I may return later, if you don't mind."
He suddenly remembers his manners.
"Oh, wait. I forgot to introduce myself, I believe. I am Arthur O'Flaherty. And you would be?"
Whether they choose to provide their names or not, leave after bidding good day and all that. Head over to quartermistress' wagon.
"Oh yes, we would be Secant and Sine,"
"Identifier and Archivist,"
"Scholars of the highest magnitude,"
"Also the best at board games."
You head over to the reinforced wagon, and find the quartermistress to be a green lady in a leaf motif dress. It might actually be made of leaves, in fact.
Lady Foxglove Vainglorious, the third
"...and Troll Dung...or was that Troll sweat? I'll get some if I see it...alright, I'll commit them to memory." Lady Foxglove replied, nearly forgetting everything.
She then pointed to the Owls stocks, smiling politely.
"Now, for one last piece of business-do you have any alchemical cases of vials I might be able to borrow? If I have one, I can collect more things for you, sweetie. It works out for everyone, and I'll buy it off you with my first haul."
Action: Ask the owl if I can borrow some sort of case of alchemical vials or a pack that will allow me to carry more reagents back to her-profit for everyone!
Location: Bubbling Wagon
Emotion: Saucy
[5] The owl hoos thoughtfully, considering your request for a moment. Then she perks up, nods, and fetches you a simple wooden case with a red drop shape embossed on the front.
"Blood case," she explains, "Blood often alchemically potent. Collect one sample from each type."
She opens it briefly to display the ten vials inside, before closing and handing it to you.
Alchemical Blood Case Acquired! [10/10]Ask her what she does
((Who again? I'm assuming quartermistress.))
[3] "I store items, for a price."
Systar ambled up to the shady wagon and its shadowy owner. "You look like a guy who knows how things work around here. Who's hiring? I need a place to stay while I'm here."
Inquire.
"Ah, but of course. Many will have use of you, and most will be... forgiving of your lack of funds at the precise moment. But to truly prosper, yes... you have come to the right place.
Sadly, the dungeon's mysteries remain concealed, and so more specific tasks cannot yet be completed. I have, however, several tasks of a more general nature.
Firstly, I require the brain of an intelligent creature. "Intelligent" may be interpreted rather creatively in this case; my buyer will make do with what I provide. A bonus may be in order for more spectacular results, but two Nightmare Draughts should be the minimum for a job well done.
Secondly, I require an eye that sees evil. Once again, the specifics can be open to some creative interpretation, and the reward should be two 1HP* healing potions for the baseline.
*Meaning they restore 1 Str on an already depleted HP. Drinking them at full HP but missing Str does nothing; drinking them while missing a HP essentially gives you another HP with only 1 Str in it.Third, I require the heart of a creature slain in single combat, who has blooded and been blooded by you of its and your own skills prior to your slaying of it. Quite the curious requirements, of course, but my clients are often interested in such conditions. The more powerful the creature the better, of course, but some variety of Spirit Journey Leaves should be the reward for any successful retrieval."
[3] "I will probably have some more precise offers at some point in the future."
Name: Davian, the Wannabe Hero
Physical Description: Davian is kind of short for a human. Fitting, seeing how he's also somewhat young for one. He has white hair, but with blonde roots, alongside blue eyes. He runs around in cheap armor, amounting vaguely to strapping tin cans to his chest, and a cheap sword, which can be approximated to swinging around a rod of aluminim foil. His helmet is a similar deal, looking like he wrapped a leather hat in aluminum foil and called it good. All in all, not too impressive.
Mental Description: According to the church, there are 7 virtues. Chastity, Temperance, Charity, Diligence, Patience, Kindness and Humility. Some people act like they are one of those virtues given form, and become exemplary heroes, combining their strong spirit with strength of arm or magic. Davian acts like two of them given form, but he's lacking the strength of arm, magic, or really, anything that would help him defeat anything. But, he's diligent enough to not give up on his quest, and kind enough to not let it consume him.
Backstory: Davian was quite impressionable as a youth. Despite growing up in a farming village, he felt a need to do more than his father, and his fathers father. He wanted to go kill dragons, save princesses, not be killed by dragons and then whine about said lost princesses. So, one day, he left. Leaving the farm to his family, he went off into the world, looking for something heroic to do. That's how he found himself here.
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