”My brain is telling me that I’m probably gonna be going into the Graves later. Any advice on how not to die a painful death. I’ve got this knife for protection!”
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‘...’
‘... If you see something move, then You run, and hide if You can. Never fight; if you’re fighting, You’ve already died. The Deep Dwarves have lived down there since when the hills were Mountains, and they have all kinds of secret ways of surviving; If you meet one, stick close to them. Never spend too long down there, always remember that not all of the things down there hunt because they’re hungry, and if you hear bells, run for the nearest way out and don’t stop running until You’re dead or You’re back in Lent. If you can’t reach a way out and You hear bells, find the strongest looking building or room or piece of furniture You can, hide in it, and make Peace with Your Gods.’
She looks you dead on in the eyes, towering above you.
‘Don’t go down the Graves. Only the truly, end of the road level desperate ever go down there. You might find something interesting or something weird, something that’ll make You money, but You’ll always find something that You’ll soon wish You hadn’t. And you’ll never see the same thing twice. It will always be ready to break You, again and again. Do literally anything else. Spying on a paranoid former assasin would be safer.
She sighs.
‘Or, you know, run off and kill Yourself, that’s fine, I won’t judge, but I’m glad to see tha... y...
She puts Her head in Her hands for a second.
‘Sorry, bad memories butting in. I know I only met You half an hour ago, but the less People down there, the better. Go ahead, if it’s what You’re into. Fuck... I must sound so... so... pretentious.’
Her eyes drift away as she starts to think to Herself.
Wounds: 1Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x1.8 )
Waterskin: Mouthful of water (x10)
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black Spherical Orb
Bedroll
Plate