"Wait its missing pages, damn I thought I found all of them do you have any idea of how many are missing?"
Burt asks the question.
"
Umm, I'm not sure if this follows Wirkwahl's Classification of Natural Fauna... or maybe some other categories of plant material. I think five is a safe bet. Alchemy, Fruits, Roots, Twine (Fiber) and Molds. We have two, Alchemy and Fruits, so there should be three more pages of this same construction out there, somewhere."
Jack cracked a smirk, then hauled the broken brass contraption he had ripped from the tower floor out of his bag.
Allrighty-- Mebby ya can have a looksie at dis crazay thang--- he said as he laid the broken device on the counter.
Got some missin' parts, but t'e udders like it 'bout mowed us all daown in some damned darkened room-- (batshit crazy assed place; fallin down and tryin' te kill us lef' an right...) Shot big o' purple death beams and such at us. Could be a fun trinket ta have 'round--- Or, is just purdy scrap, yer call....
The shopkeeper takes the broken trigger device from Jack, twirling it between his graceful fingers and examining it closely.
"Ah yes yes, broken trigger looks like? Better than any I've made for
suuuure, wonder what happens if I..."
The shopkeeper fiddles with it for a few moment, occasionally infusing it with magic, glowing with different colors each time.
"That's fixed then, the trigger was broken, and I fixed it now. It shouldn't explode in your face for the next
few days at least. You need a magic source to channel through here, looks like the original held an orb. Purple
death beams you say, very well, er very well. I can't do purple
death beams just yet but maybe, maybe if you got some other magic instrument... or maybe crystals or something, you can still power this thing and fire something out of it uh. I had one that could fire ropes, right handy to swing from trees and stuff you know, I planned on making a swing for the village kids but the rope caught fire. Unpredictable stuff, magic. Still, no harm will come to you for sure, if you got any ideas come to me alright, I'm
mighty good with magic.
The shopkeeper hands the
fixed Orb Trigger back to Jack.
Ya really does magical apt'tude testin' 'ere? I gots work still needs a doin', but I gots a few moments-- How long does it take?
"Aptitude check right, excellent excellent. She'll be pleased, might even stop badgering me for the rest of the year. Oh it takes but hardly a moment. She might not even extort you of your inheritance if you flatter her enough. You can learn spells and stuff as well, I'd help you with that but my genius needs tempering daily, far too busy. You will have to go to the other side of this building, the library door opens there. She's already ministering to one of your companions. And how about you, er, how about the bear?"
The shopkeeper looks back and forth between Jack and the bear.