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[Nerjin]

"A cherished artifact. That is all you need to know. The artifact the tribe seeks is a small tea pot. However, if we were to come into possession of our plate, we would not need the tea pot."

[Flying Dice]

"Have ye ever considered... asking?"

Lora coughs lightly into her right hand, "It's not very piratical-like of me to say, but s'not a bad thought, methinks."

[Nerjin]

"They will not part with their precious tea pot. We attempted for several weeks to devise a manner of trade with them. Healing magic is rare among my tribe. The monks provided a service. They would have lived like kings on our isle. Yet they refused. Fluffy wanted the Tea Pot and he will have the tea pot. Unless, of course, his plate is returned."

[kj1225]

"Well, I think we can get the deal now... but we would need some way to be able to, you know, ensure both parties follow through. Maybe a nuetral third party to enforce the deal?"

[Kassire]

"I dislike this entire fiasco, how about we kill goblins, get the teapot for the cap, and then give our Beioh-Bey-Behe-weird dead magical friend the pot. All sides win but the goblins, and I get stab this one here multiple times." Jernak draws out his rapier and puts it's point to the goblin's chest

[kj1225]

Kyle frowns and puts a hand on his sword.

[Kassire]

Raises an eyebrow "Gotta ruin the fun? He means nothing right now. NOTHING! Do you have any good ideas on what to do with him? He has nothing on him and keeping him around would be a burden."

[kj1225]

"Are you implying that that makes it okay to just kill him?"

[Silthuri]

"He isn't posing any threat to us. What you speak of is murder. He has no weapons. We should let him go." Eileen glares at Jernak. "And that Beholder is unnatural. It doesn't need the power this... teapot has."

[Kassire]

"Murder, money, and not being in jail are my primary concerns. Killing this guy, getting the pot, and being with our cap gives me all of these. I guess we could keep this guy and keelhaul him later though. I mean, he messed with the wrong bunch of miscreants." Jernak then sheaths his rapier

[kj1225]

"At least two of us aren't miscreants."

[My Name is Immaterial]

For the past minute, nothing but sputtering noises of indignation have come from Vicnan's mouth. But when Jernak says the word 'miscreants' Vicnan becomes very quiet.
"What did you just call me?"

[Flying Dice]

Lora snorts derisively, "Miscreant? I am no miscreant, ye brutish thug. I am a thief of coin and honor, but not o' lives. A death in the heat o' the moment is fate's hand, an' murder in cold blood be a grievous offense to both the const'blry and us loose-livin' sorts where I be from. Best watch ye tongue, boyo, lest someone cut it out," she nods, hands on the hilts of her rapiers.

[Kassire]

"Fine, let the bastard live, throw him out somewhere and we'll get the cap. Can you agree with that..."
_{Bastards, I was just going to get myself some fresh blood spilling}

[My Name is Immaterial]

Vicnan's hands tighten on the crossbow, and its point drifts in Jernak's direction.
"What did you just call me?"