"You're sending me WHERE!?", Urist cried out.
"'tis only a desert, nah need tae be so mad about it. Lots'o sand an'... sand... look, the area's full of magnetite an' platinum, tha place is a gold mine, except it may be lacking somewha' in gold...", the count responded.
"Armok blast it, i'm not going out in the middle of nowhere with six total strangers just for some metals that might as well be a rumor!"
"I bet ya ten thousand gold coins ye will, Urist."
"Ten thou..."
It's the ultimate trick in the book, Urist thought. Gold. All this gold, gold, gold. Whatever was so important about it Urist couldn't figure. It's just another kind of metal! Hell, you couldn't even make decent weapons out of it! Of course, he'd been a trader all his life and understood the value of gold by others enough to make lots of money out of it but this...
"Also, don't ye tell me the chance to get tae be the leader of a vast community ain't something desirable."
Urist sighed. "Twenty thousand. And i get to pick whom I'm going with."
"Alright, alright lad, there are tons o' young dwarves out there just dying to be a part of yer deathtra... err... expediton. Pick your six, we'll have yer supplies ready by morning."
Urist
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Negotiator
Appraiser
Novie Organizer
Miner
Person
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Proficient Grower
Proficient Brewer
Reg
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Mason
Architecht
Heartly
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Competent Swordsdwarf
Shield User
Novice Miner
Dastot
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Novice Weaponsmith
Proficient Liar
Farley
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Competent Ambusher
Woodcutter
Axedwarf
Shield User
Novice Butcher
(No name)
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Woodcutter
Carpenter
And now to work at the story...