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[GiglameshDespair]

Akira buys a second pitcher of A Passionate Warrior's Kiss.

"...don't render yourself incapable tomorrow, shy-thief."

[kj1225]

"I'll be... *hic* fine. Dun worry...!"

[Criptfeind]

Later on that evening Sarco strolled the streets of the town, looking at the various shops that had things for sale. Ducking into the armorsmith he looked around at his wears. Adressing the dwarf he said "Master Smith, do you also sell armaments? I'm looking for javelins. If not, do you know if anyone else might sell them in this town?"

Search the town, looking to buy javelins.

[Dwarmin]

You interrupt the Smith pounding rivets and points of spiked metal into Kawtari's leather armor.

"Javelins? 'Cannae I have anything like that on hand. Not much business for it around these parts. Ya sure ya wouldn't mind a good spear? Got plenty o' boar hunting spears in stock. Ya can still throw em, just...not as far." He says.

[GiglameshDespair]

"Hmmph. I wonder if you are trustworthy in that regard. Doubts occur to this one."
The slayer shrugged and rose to her feet, ordering food and taking it upstairs, where she could eat in privacy. Alone, she unhooked the beak of her helm, sliding it open and tossing the helmet to the floor. Her eyes blinked at the sudden influx of light, even if it was nearly dark.

She checked her pack. She'd left the statue in the blacksmiths... but here it was. She wasn't able to lose the thing. She pulled the bed to bar the door and slumped against the wall. She opened her book and began reading. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad tonight.

[Ready for timeskip]

[kj1225]

Akira continues to drink the night away, who knows what happens by morning come.

[scriver]

Tadhg smiles at the birdman, but makes a declining gesture. "If things goes bad, we might need more than one." He turns his attention back to the healer. "Good. I'll have one myself, and I'll let the others make up their own minds. How much for it?".

Ready for timeskip.

[Dwarmin]

Tadhg smiles at the birdman, but makes a declining gesture. "If things goes bad, we might need more than one." He turns his attention back to the healer. "Good. I'll have one myself, and I'll let the others make up their own minds. How much for it?".

Ready for timeskip.

Risey makes a certain sort of smile. She's a passing fair lass, to be sure. Deep green eyes with a bit of sparkle, and rich, dark brown hair all the way down to her lower back.

"Normal price would be 33 gold per. You can have the hero price-just the cost of materials, 20 gold each. It's not like I'd turn you down, if you couldn't afford it." She puts her soft hand on Tadhg's shoulder in a certain way.

Well, this night might turn out interesting.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Aldeth giggles quietly at Risey and Tadhg, and stands to leave, yawning. She should probably go to bed... but her purse still heavy...
Leave and see if the magic item/trinket shop is still open.

[Dwarmin]

Aldeth finds the shop just as the owner is about lock up for the night. He nods to her.

"Welcome to the Sphinx! The greatest riddle, of all is...why I'm still in business!

Anything you want, miss? I've got a few items left-your friends about cleared me out. At least I know what they do now."

You recall what Samara told you about what she identified, and it occurs to you that even some of the less interesting items could yield profit if you could study the spells that went into making them...

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A small, undecorated oak box, that would fit in the palm of your hand.
Conscience Cube
This item merely glows white or black depending on the morality of it’s wielder-you can concentrate it on any specific person, as well, to see if they are aligned toward good, or evil. Neutral characters do not affect the item at all. This item will explode if it’s used on anything of good or evil of CR 10 or more-causing 1d6 Healing or 1d6 Necrotic damage to the user per level of total CR.

A tiny glass bottle filled with a clear liquid.
Kordial’s Fantastic Phial of Stupendous Missile Protection (really)
This magical liquid increases your reaction time toward hostile flying projectiles for one minute-anyone shooting an ranged attack at you without surprise gains disadvantage to the roll, and you gain resistance (half damage) all non-magical projectiles you can see coming.

A pretty silver chain necklace, with an ornate jade beetle emblem.
Key?
You can only really see an intricate sort of shape when you try to identify it, and a strong desire to be reunited with a lock-it's all it was made to do. It's obviously a magical key of some sort. To what, you have no idea.

A pair of iron-shod boots
Enchanted Dancing Boots
A very intricate enchantment for a very...mundane purpose. The person who puts on these boots gains advantage on all Performance (Dance) rolls.

An ordinary leather sack
Bag of Tricks
Anyone reaching into the bag feels a small ball of fur, scales, or shell. If the ball is removed and tossed away, it turns into an animal. The animal serves the character who drew it from the bag for an hour (or until slain or ordered back into the bag), at which point it disappears. It can follow any of the commands described in the Handle Animal skill. The animal is random, being either a bat, crab, giant badger, lizard, snake, horse, mule, goat, cat or rat. Animals produced are random, and only one may exist at a time. Up to ten animals can be drawn from the bag each week. If an animal is killed outside the bag, it won’t be drawn again-the effect will be wasted. You sense that there may be a way to influence the animals selected, with experimentation.


A pot of blue syrupy...stuff.
Pot of Sovereign Glue
This pot of magical adhesive is...quite effective. It can stick nearly any two objects together with very powerful force magic, requiring a DC check of 20 to forcefully separate them.

[Criptfeind]

Sarco grumbled as he thought over the offer, his tongue flicking out his fangs in contemplation, before deciding. Nodding to the smith he said "Spear is acceptable. I shall take three of them I think."

Buy three spears and then ready for time skip.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Aldeth picks up the key, turning it over. "What's this do?"

[Dwarmin]

Sarco grumbled as he thought over the offer, his tongue flicking out his fangs in contemplation, before deciding. Nodding to the smith he said "Spear is acceptable. I shall take three of them I think."

Buy three spears and then ready for time skip.

"Arr, three gold, three spears." He growls.

One of his assistants hands you them in a complementary shoulder pouch.

---

Aldeth picks up the key, turning it over. "What's this do?"

The man straightens his eyeglasses.

"It's a magical key madam-to what, not even your friend could say. I would price it at 200 gold, twice what I paid to identify it-well, if you're a gambling sort. Who knows what doors it might open?" He says, maybe a bit smugly.

[My Name is Immaterial]

"And how much for the bag of cute widdle animals?"

[Dwarmin]

"I dunno, it's about useless as described...I mean, I'd like a horse I could pull out of a bag too, but nine times out of ten I get a cat? Suppose you could eat the crab, true...

I'll toss it to you for 50 gold. 'Bout the price of a good draft horse."