Joes Arlandt:"Sssomeone did a bad job building it, ssso they hid it with fungusss. Not sssure what the concrete agent wasss, though."
In total, these crystals are worth approximately
450,000,000 gold, or 450 million gold. You are certain of this fact.
You actually rolled a nat 1. This is here to remind me when I forget how much they are worth.
Celles Gartens and Gregory Guy:You make your way to the R&D division, which is on the edge of the building and opens out into an alley where couriers carry small, oddly shaped packages to and from unknown destinations. The air is a-buzz with arcane sparks, the clang of hammers on molten metal and the quiet murmurs of collaboration. When you ask for Herna, you are pointed to a gnome bent intently over a project. He doesn't notice you until you cough loudly. He jumps a little, and turns around in his spinning chair..
"Oh, hello. You must be Guy and Gartens! A pleasure!" He stands up from his seat to shake your hands.
"I'm Kyle Herna! A pleasure! You've come about the anti-psionic gear, I assume? I was just finishing a rough first example." He spins around, grabbing something off his workbench as he passes it. On his way back, he is cradling a pair of goggles. The lenses are sort of hemispheres, made of purple glass. They look kinda dingy.
"They are the best I could come up with on short notice." He forces it into Gregory's hands.
"Try them on, and then I can resize them for your head size!"