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[My Name is Immaterial]

"Anyone want to split her share?"

[Kassire]

"Oh yes, 10 coins for me and 10 for you!" Jernak says this with a grin
" So Curator, do you happen to have anything that might help a type of man like myself? Perhaps even magical sailor tools, or a new rapier? Anyways, how about for bringing cap over to the monastery and the monk pays us the pot?"

[Nerjin]

"I have many things. I'm sure I could find something for you. However, the cup doesn't leave the collection."

[kj1225]

Kyle scratches his head and then sighs.
"Fine, I'll see what I can do after we do what we went out to do. Okay?"

[My Name is Immaterial]

"Oh yes, 10 coins for me and 10 for you!" Jernak says this with a grin

Vicnan blinks at Jernak in mild disbelief. "Are you so slow that you can't split 200 in half properly? If you want, you can take 10, and I'll take 190."

[Kassire]

"Oh, huh, that was out of the moment. Right, 100 for you and 100 for me"

[Nerjin]

That bit of business concluded the Curator seems to lose all semblance of sentience as he lays back upon the pile of gold all light gone from his eyes. Strange... Still, it's time to go forward.

Following the Curator's instructions the group soon finds more evidence of goblins passing. Still no sign of Captain Grey other than his foot prints. Judging by the spacing Kyle determines that he wasn't moving any faster than a light jog which is strange as he was outpacing a rapidly diminishing horde of Goblins.

Two hours pass when suddenly the group sees a lone orc standing in the middle of a clearing "Wei heissen sie?" he asks with a small frown. He appears unarmed.

[My Name is Immaterial]

"Do you speak Common?"

[Nerjin]

"Leetle. Who is you?"

[Flying Dice]

Lora shoulders Vicnan aside, settling with her hands on her hips, head cocked to the side, and a leer on her face, "Oh, we be naught but a wandering band o' greedy cut-throats... and the elf lass over there, too."

[My Name is Immaterial]

"For the record, I take offense to that."

[Flying Dice]

"Fair enough, old man, ye just knock 'em down for others to knife."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Vicnan grimaces and shuts up. Talking to people isn't his specialty.

[Kassire]

Looking at Lora and Vicnan's comments Jernak steps forward to the Orc "Erm, we're friends of the monks, the guys that heal you guys, that are nice. We're currently doing some errands and tasks for them, helping the people who help you."

[Nerjin]

"The monks? Hm... I see." giving a small whistle the Orc waits a second and then nods "Any friend of Monks is friend of us. We is told not to hurt monks. Not hurt you too. Is they need help?"