John glances at the Lupine and addresses Mr. Bird in a casual manner:
- I take it they are willing to trade. That's good.
Barge in with weaponry and put it on display - make them lean on the rock or something, so they can be seen well.
You carry in the goods after a long walk down and set them against the stone wall of the canyon in the most appealing way you can, trying best to imitate a store front.
Be have heard engine spirit thing talky
"Who was the Conquering Great King?"
"A being which set out to conquer the heavens. And did a very good job at it. If I still live, then so does he and his empire. I don't know if they expanded past here or if they regressed, but the locals seem to know him, and this beast means he waged war here or near here."
"Did the Conquering Great King conquer multiple hells? Did he leave a map somewhere?"
More talky stuff.
"I do not know exactly how many he may have laid claim to, but it is several hundred at least. He expands, conquers, and absorbs, bringing those he has overtaken into his empire and conscripting them into his service. He no doubt has maps, but I do not know exactly where. Perhaps deeper into his empire."
Look over the rifle I picked up. Check if everything's in working
It could use some oil, but all the parts seem to be intact and moving. There's no obvious corrosion to the metal or rotting of the wooden components either. You won't know until you fire a shot, but you'd be willing to bet that it will work fine.
Muster my inner slotted spoon salesman, and begin to talk prices with the Lupines. Show off our goods, and see what they have to offer in return. Don't agree to anything yet.
[2+1]
The lupines seem dubious about your wears. Not completely unwilling, but they seem to be questioning whether or not they're worth trading for, especially considering you seem to be asking for quite a lot of food and supplies in return.
Interpret as needed. Attempt to mask thinly veiled murderous streak in companions with as smooth a delivery as my incomplete understanding of Lupine allows.
You think you mask their homocidal intent pretty well.
Good thing too, the lupine are 8 foot tall, cycopean wolf men after all. They might not be the easiest opponents to deal with.
"GAR GRAR GAK GAK GAR RAR"
attempt to get up
You roll onto your belly and manage to try and walk away with a bit of dignity.
Just a bit.