Dogou: Exterior
"Aye, sounds like a plan." Propman divided up the potions into three bundles, eighteen potions each, plus the red vial for Zanzetkucken's pile. He handed the scroll to Kyle, and stored the rocket in his bag for later use, also pocketing the battery and the laser due to possessing a dedicated container. "So, I take it that this box fellow is in the tower, correct?"
A sudden breeze cut through the area, momentarily chilling the pirate to the core. From atop a mound of boxes stood a tall, hunched figure wearing a frayed canvas robe, pulled down to his waist, revealing many scars on his hairy, muscular pinkish body. He brandished a straight-edged saber in one meaty, yet somewhat off looking hand, and wore a box with eye holes on his head, as well as what seemed to be two tusks jutting out and grating for where the nose would be.
"Hmmmth. You, you all lack stance. Especially you!" the figure pointed at Propman, who stood dumbstruck at the weird man lecturing him with a strange voice. He hopped down the mound and landed onto a smaller crate, crushing it with a thud as he stood in front of the party. "Been too long, smithy, are these people new adventurers? Since they wouldn't last three turns against the muttie, not in this condition."
The blacksmith glared at the blademaster. "We shall talk about that when we're in the tower, but I have a different plan this time. You've clearly seen that they need some sharpening, no? And what better person to do it then you?"
Propman was confused, wondering as to what was exactly going on. "Are you intending to send us on a quest to slay this mutant, sir?" The smith made eye contact with him. "Not...exactly. We shall explain everything soon enough." The adventurer wondered what exactly he had gotten himself into when he bartered for his sword that day. The swordsman snorted in a manner reminiscent of a pig. "Yes, you'll explain everything."