Hm, pocket lint. Not exactly the most generous donation. Well, you figure one shop could use it. You descend the stairs to the markets. After a half hour of pestering shop keepers, asking if they'll take the lint, you finally come across one shop insane enough to ever possibly have use of it. The Duplicate Raw Emporium.
A plethora of +goblin bone meal bucklers+ and ^leopard soap thongs^ are on sale for ridiculously low prices. It appears the store is in a severe surplus. You approach the shop keep, he is occupied with another customer whom you recognize as the Parcel Master. An elf who was rescued as a child from the Goblins during a seige. And by rescued, you mean cage trapped and reeducated. He now serves as the only post man in the entire fort, and takes pride in his job. He also serves as the one man 'clean up crew' after seiges. And by that, you mean he cooks the corpses into a stew and feeds it to the stray giant cave spiders of the lower levels. You think he may keep some for himself, too. It's been a long while since you've seen him. He is haggling the shop keep for what appears to be a =mollusk shell bra=, you assume it's for his "lovely" wife. While waiting, you notice something that entertains your fancy. Parcel Master leaves with his bra and walks into a bakery. You snatch the item from it's shelf and place on the counter.
"How much for the *frozen forgotten beast extract large dagger*?"
"Ah, I see ya hev an eye for blades. Yup, this be the finest in all the markets. Sharp as a giant eagle talon, it is."
He brings it down on the counter to illustrate his point. It sticks itself an inch deep into the stone. A large grin spreads across your face.
"And at a great price, to boot. Only 5 gold peice."
This is far above your budget.
"Do you accept lint?"
"Lemme see that there, lemme see that. Why I could make a fine casket outta this, but it certainly ain't worth 5 gold. I give you 5 silver at most."
Dissapointment. You need to find some cash. You accept the measly five silver, bringing your life savings (did you think he had even touched money before today?) up to 164 Dorfbucks.
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