As I walk throughout the field of different shops still mesmerized by their quantity I manage to catch a glimpse of a guard on patrol.
I manage to duck away without raising too much suspicion, thanking whatever dieties might hear me that I saw him and not the other way around.
From there on I go through a list of supplies I could need, or rather key components of the voices strange schemes. First off the paranoid crossdressing one needed a couple books, even though I might not be very familiar with books I certainly don't think they'll be particularly cheap. However it seemed quite sure in its ability to get a hold of them at a reasonable price. Not before long I spot a dimly lit shop filled with old books and layers of dust, the shopkeeper's a female dwarf wearing a pair of glasses. It's not the first time I've seen someone wearing glasses but I still haven't really figured out their purpose.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable around all these strange bookrelated products I decided to trust in the paranoid one's confidence and allow him to do the talking. They got caught in a long drawn out conversation going through heaps of books and discussing prices. The shopkeeper seemed a bit frightened by the paranoid one's strange ways, and even though she had appeard quite confident when we arrived she was now stuttering and sweating profusely. Suddently without a warning the paranoid voice goes on a rampage spewing hostilities at her shop and her panoply of books, people around us turn their heads but the it manages to put on such a convincing act that they can't really judge the situation. A few moments ago the shopkeeper had felt a bit uneasy but now she was straight up panicking, trying to muster up some words but faling to do so. In the end she just breaks down crying and even though I would like to stop the situation from escalating any further I feel as if the damage has already been done. In the end it manages to talk the crying woman into giving him a set of books for free but even after achieving what I presume was it's goal the paranoid crossdressing one still manages to threaten her again as I walk off. I have some mixed feelings to what just happned, on one hand I got the books for free on the other I just witnessed one of the voices demolish someones psyche.
Next up on the list is apperanly a boneshield, I can't see the reasoning behind it however I generally don't when it comes to the voices. I look around for a while but neither the armory nor the weaponry had anything of the sort. In the end there's a one-eyed butcher who gives me directions to a guy who lives near the refusepile, however he advices me not to go there unless I'm desperate. It turns out that the butcher is a generally nice guy and he even gives me a hunk of rotten meat for free.
The hook and hammer was hard to get a hold of at a decent price however after a drawnout session of haggeling I get a hold of a clothrope, the merchant is clearly upset with the price you got it at and when you ask him to throw in a sock for free he snaps and chases me across the the market equipped with a cookingpot.
The list is just getting wierder and wierder..."something sticky"...well I try to ask around but people just give me really strange looks, in the end the waxcrafter gives me a clump of wax out of pity.
At this point I feel a bit worn down so I grab some cavewheatbread with goose-liver from one of the stands, while I'm eating the voices spots out some people in the crowd. As soon as I'm done the paranoid one proposes that I approach a sadlooking woman carrying a child. As I talk to her I try to find out what's wrong but she's every elusive and I can't really get to the point, in the end I'm still content as that was perhaps the first coversation of the day where I didn't humliate myself in front of a crowd. It's the same thing when I try to ask for artifacts, can't really get to the point. I wouldn't say that people didn't know anything about it but rather that they didn't have time to waste on me.
Some of the voices who generally just mutter things about whores and the like of suddently spring to action as a tall(dwarven standards) figure in a bright robe glides by. I'm trying to catch up with the situation as the they are apperantly discussing prices, can't really tell what they are talking about but they are for some reason trying to haggle the price in the same direction. Obviously the situation collapses a few minutes later as the pimp realises that you are not attempting to buy but rather sell. He pulls back his hand preparing to crush my face with a divine slap but starts to laugh uncontrollably giving me an oppertunity to scurry away through the crowd as his stuttering chuckle faints away.
One of the voices expresses it's discontent towards the latest operation and suggests the acquiring of a mule. After a swift inspections of the local establishments where one might perhaps purchase such a beast I came to the conclusion that we could not afford it. However meanwhile the whole "inspection" is underway I spot I peculliar fellow in at a street corner, sort of like tucked in between a darkened wall which connects to a grand gate and the side of one of the less prestigious shopkeepers stand. Filthy, famished and febrile he resembled an outcast more then a trader even though he made it clear to the rest of the world that was not the case with a poorly made sign hanging over his head. As we made eye-contact he broke out into a wide smile revealing several missing teeth, I didn't take much notice to it but his warmth had already melted the heart of my one of my companions. Somehow a bond had been formed between him and the paranoid one, I started coughing in disgust as it's intentions became clear. I managed to brace myself and approached the salesman while supressing the voice with all my might. While most other dwarves we'd met that day had clanced at out hunk of rotten meat with disbelief this guy widened his eyes and looked upon it with a certain desire. The animals he had in stock were in the same state as him, uncleaned and sick. One of the donkyes appeared to have been chewed upon and most of the chickens were'nt even moving. But sadly even under these conditions I were'nt able to aquire a mule, however after a bit of pleading from the poor dwarf I decide to take one of the more reasonably looking goats off his hands. Considering all the havoc I've caused to see him being able to feed his family's a good thing, on the other hand this goat won't handle more then 1-2 hours of riding without a deadly outcome.
In the end I manage to dodge the guard again and I settle down in a quiet corner and light my last sock, I still question this continuous but at this point it feels like bit of a tradition.
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Ok I'm b even though I'm a bit late
Thing is I might've been suffering alcohol poisoning for a few days, I'm not even joking
Btw, Nerin can't read...so...
Can anyone of you read? If you picked a part of the timeline before year 400 that's highly unlikely...
Also is it Tirion or Kaos who keeps wanting to kill people all the time? I've forgot
Pretty much down to 35 coins at this point.
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