In a hospital in Shriekpot...
Mark goes for the direct approach and looks for some paper. Fortunately, there's one right over there! It's, like, some kind of chart, but he guesses it'll do. He takes out his charcoal and begins to write with it.
However, he is interrupted by a custodian! Said custodian attempts to snatch the chart out of his hands, but Mark's a bit too fast, dodging the grab most adequately.
"Hey! Put that back where you found it! That's a vital chart for us!"
Hm. He appears to be rather distraught about the fact Mark's holding the chart.
At the stand of Gunther Gunnarson, All-Purpose Smith and Hawker...
Sigmund asks the amiable smith about certain items of interest.
"I'm looking for a a gift for a friend of mine. He likes cooking, but specifically butchering things rather that cooking them. Do you have something that could fit him?"
"Oh, certainly! For only 12 copper coins, you can have this butcher's knife - wonderful for several uses - skinning, killing animals, preparing meat and so forth, a proper tool for a professional," Gunther says, proudly holding up what is indeed a butcher's knife - it certainly resembles a chef's knife, but the blade is quite a bit heftier, and it doesn't look to have quite the stabbing edge, having a bit of a squarish end. After holding it up for a moment, the smith puts it down in front of him on a white sheet with nothing else on it.
"Also, I have several cleavers, also of great use in butchering animals, and am willing to part with one for about, shall we say, 18 copper coins. They are rather sharp and large, after all," he continues, brandishing a rather impressive-looking meat cleaver and placing it next to the butcher's knife.
"But these are all things I bet your friend already has, if perhaps of lesser quality," the smith says, holding up one finger. "What I bet he doesn't have, however, is these," he says excitedly, pulling out two interesting-looking axes, each of which sports a rather interesting, elongated head.
"You might be asking 'what are those?', but fear not, I will explain - these are called tomahawks by certain smiths, and they are quite the utilitarian tool. In addition to all the pleasant, almost universally useful qualities of a nice axe, these are also rather good for throwing - if your friend likes hunting for his butchery, he would certainly appreciate something like these. Great versatility, high quality, good against both trees and animals!" he shrewdly advertises, displaying the tomahawks in all their splendor. "Now, I'm willing to let one of these go for about 20 copper coins, both of them for 30."
On the Bargain of Ages...
Scott, not terribly bothered by the woman's question, asks his own in return.
"May I ask where we will be staying during this voyage? I fear your teasing of my now probably comatose companion will grow quite tiring."
"You may answer my question and allow things to proceed at a reasonable level of smoothness. Now, have you been on this ship before?"
She seems to be getting a tad impatient, Scott observes.
Niklas, meanwhile, is experiencing a whole new level of personal tragedy. His face betrays more than a slight amount of frustration and bewilderment as he asks his next question.
"Well, where would the golem kitchen be? So I can... look at it."
"Sorry, can't talk to you anymore. Lieutenant will get pissed at me again. She's already kinda peevish."
The woman turns to the mage-hand again.
"Mage-hand, shut your trap or there will be trouble!"
The mage-hand shrugs at Niklas and makes an apologetic motion with his hands.
Kevin, floating above it all, basks in his inability to contribute anything to the ongoing conversation. Best to just accept it and enjoy the feeling of suspension somewhat high above the deck.
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