Heroica RPG- Quest #101: Into the Woods

[Lego Spy]

We'll see about getting you a bedroll."

"How much are you looking to get for it?" Deus asks hesitantly.

OOC: What's going on with these crying people? I see Zepher has adopted a similar one to yours, Kintobor.

Edited May 27, 2014 by Lego Spy

[Kintobor]

The dwarf chuckles in low tone.

"Straight to business, I see. Shame, I was hoping you'd be interested in joining our conversation. It seems like all you young adventurers and kids have no time for simply talking these days: it's always straight to getting to business. Take young Sven here. Only eighteen and off on his route to purchase some quality lambs to return to the mountains with. If I hadn't of run into him in Bric'lin, he'd still probably be there!"

"I got a little lost, so what?"

The young man turns to Deus, looking a little embarrassed.

"Grinko here's an old school adventurer. He says he's been all the way around the world, and seen many sights and people. Xu, the High Kingdoms, Dastan, the ruins of Fortaan-"

"But I haven't been everywhere! I'm on my way to Eubric. I'm getting a ship's passage to the Summer Sea, and heading straight for the Eversummer Islands! I've heard the place is straight out of a picture book: sandy white beaches, and crystal clear water! After my last expedition I could use some rest and relaxation!"

The dwarf laughed heartily, taking a swig of liquor before returning his attention to Deus.

"Now then, I heard you want a bedroll. Well, I just so happen to always pack a spare for everything, and I'm more than willing to help a fellow world adventurer! I'll give you the spare bedroll for five gold if your interested. Sounds fair?"

OOC: Their the same character, it's just I didn't have all the parts, so I had to improvise. It seems Zepher's just happy to see the inn he created get used again.

[Comrade Commander]

"A room for the night costs 10 gold. I unfortunately only *sniffle* have single rooms left. Sorry. However, we also have the Common Room. It's free, but... it hasn't been cleaned in a while," the barkeep sniffles yet again, "I can also mix you up a hurricane, only 17 gold."

"Could you tell me a little more about this hurricane sir?" Darksten says to the barkeep.

"And knight, thanks, but I am fine sleeping in the common room as well. You should save the gold you have earned for equipment you might need later on. The lady should use a room though, and unless the other ranger gets a bedroll, he might need one too" Darksten says to Hoang Anh, recognizing appreciatively that the knight was trying to be more a team player.

[Kintobor]

"Could you tell me a little more about this hurricane sir?" Darksten says to the barkeep.

"Well, it's a nostrum mixed with whiskey, sugar, cherry syrup, and some ice cubes. Better order it fast, though. I figure my day of reckoning is coming soon..." He sighs, looking on edge.

"And knight, thanks, but I am fine sleeping in the common room as well. You should save the gold you have earned for equipment you might need later on. The lady should use a room though, and unless the other ranger gets a bedroll, he might need one too."

Kianu seems a little unimpressed at Darksten's comment. She crosses her arms and stands her ground.

"I'm not a kid, Darksten! I'm certain I can handle myself if I'm stuck in the common room."

"Um, sorry gentlemen, no refunds. Just... please don't kill me..."

The barkeep seems to shrink behind the counter, sniffling as he does so. The woman uncomfortably shifts at the bar as she continues to consume her drink.

"He's usually like this."

The woman's voice was much more mature than her look suggested.

[Comrade Commander]

Justin scoops up the coins from Hoang and hands him three keys: numbers engraved on them.

"As you wish *sniffle* sir. If you change your mind, please let me know."

"Um, sorry gentlemen, no refunds. Just... please don't kill me..."

The barkeep seems to shrink behind the counter, sniffling as he does so.

The long journey and late hour begin to take a toll on Darksten as he becomes frustrated with the way the conversation is going

"Sir, did you not just tell my friend he could change his mind? I am confused, cause it seems like you are going against your word now..." Darksten says to the barkeep, trying to keep a level voice

Kianu seems a little unimpressed at Darksten's comment. She crosses her arms and stands her ground.

"I'm not a kid, Darksten! I'm certain I can handle myself if I'm stuck in the common room."

"And you Kianu, you need to think before you take offense." The ranger states as he turns to the young girl, making an effort not raise his tone but the frustration still leaks through "You have proven you can stand your ground, that is for sure, but I am certain you would fight better tomorrow if you were well rested after a sound night's sleep. Seeing as you are the only one of us who does not have a bedroll, and the cold hard ground is far from comfortable, I suggest you think long and hard about sleeping in the common room. You are welcome to do what you want though"

Hoping his point is made, Darksten turns back to the barkeep

"Give me a water and a hurricane to go" He says while plopping down the required coins (31-17=14)

As he waits for the beverages to be served, he takes a breath to regain his posture and turns to the female sitting at the counter and says in a quieter tone:

"You said the barkeep is usually upset like that?"

[Lego Spy]

"Now then, I heard you want a bedroll. Well, I just so happen to always pack a spare for everything, and I'm more than willing to help a fellow world adventurer! I'll give you the spare bedroll for five gold if your interested. Sounds fair?"

"Sounds good to me," Deus replies with a small smile.

OOC: Another few questions:

1. What does SP mean and what does it affect?

2. What does Power affect?

[Kintobor]

The long journey and late hour begin to take a toll on Darksten as he becomes frustrated with the way the conversation is going

"Sir, did you not just tell my friend he could change his mind? I am confused, cause it seems like you are going against your word now..." Darksten says to the barkeep, trying to keep a level voice.

Justin shivers from his hiding spot, trying to explain himself while sniffling uncontrollably.

"S-sorry sir, I m-meant if he wished to rent a room he c-could do so and rent o-one for the night. The rooms are non-refundable, but since you're f-friend hasn't paid for his h-he could change his m-mind and p-pay for it!

"And you Kianu, you need to think before you take offense." The ranger states as he turns to the young girl, making an effort not raise his tone but the frustration still leaks through "You have proven you can stand your ground, that is for sure, but I am certain you would fight better tomorrow if you were well rested after a sound night's sleep. Seeing as you are the only one of us who does not have a bedroll, and the cold hard ground is far from comfortable, I suggest you think long and hard about sleeping in the common room. You are welcome to do what you want though"

Hoping his point is made, Darksten turns back to the barkeep

"Give me a water and a hurricane to go" He says while plopping down the required coins (31-17=14)

As he waits for the beverages to be served, he takes a breath to regain his posture and turns to the female sitting at the counter and says in a quieter tone:

"You said the barkeep is usually upset like that?"

"

Kianu opens her mouth to say something, but looks down, red in the face. It seems Darksten's made a better argument.

"Yeah... I suppose you're right..."

The barkeep hands Darksten and Kianu their beverages, still crouching behind the counter.

"I'd recommend drinking the Hurricane before the night is over, sir. Few drinks taste good warm."

Kianu grabs her water as the woman beside the duo chuckles. The satyr instinctually moves behind the ranger.

"Featherhead's got this idea in his head that everyone's out to kill him. Apparently he almost did meet the end of a blade a few months back when some green guy came in looking for some Shadeux fellow. He's been like this since I started stopping here whenever. I'm a mercenary for hire, but... my life's been like a ship in a bad storm: rocky and rough. Things could've been different though. A lot different."

She takes a long drink from the bottle, looking nostalgic. When she finishes she turns back to Darksten looking inquisitive.

"So... where are you and you're, uh... satyr friend heading off to?"

"Sounds good to me," Deus replies with a small smile.

OOC: Another few questions:

1. What does SP mean and what does it affect?

2. What does Power affect?

"Well then, laddie, it's yours!"

Grinko scoops up Deus's coins and rummages through his sack, eventually pulling out a plain, but comfortable looking bedroll.

Bedroll (Allows the user to rest and regain health in a safe place)

The young man, Sven, takes a drink from his glass, smiling afterwards.

"Perhaps you'd like to stay and chat with us? Share some stories or what not?"

The Party

Deus Spiranius (Lego Spy)

23 year old male human Ranger

Level: 2

Power: 5

Defense: 0

Health: 3/7

Ether: 0

Gold: 25

Equipment: Bow (WP: 3)

Inventory: Potion, Smoke Bomb, Tricorne Hat (Artefact: headwear, SP:+1), Bedroll

Darksten (Comrade Commander) *Party Leader*

35 year old Male Human Ranger

Level 5

Power: 10

Health: 11/11

SP: 2

Gold: 14

Equipment: Crossbow (WP: 6); Sand-Worn Hide (SP: 2)

Inventory: Potion x3, Remedy x2, Smoke bomb, Bedroll, Utility Knife (roleplay item), Grand Potion x2, Phoenix Essence, Ambrosia, Mead, Fang of Kos (roleplay item), Soma, Safety Blanket (SP: 1, protects from Afraid, backwear), Hurricane (consumable, ??? Must be drunk before the end of the night)

Hoang Anh (hoanganhbeo)

20 years old Male Human Knight

Level: 4

Power: 8

Defense: 3

Health: 13/13

Gold: 105

Equipment: Steel Sword(WP:4); Shield (SP: 2); Safety Blanket( SP:1, immune to Afraid, backwear)

Inventory: Remedy x3, Bedroll, Grand Potion, Poison, Sword(WP:3), Smoke Bomb, Soma, Room Key 2, Room Key 4, Room Key 5

Kianu

Level 4 Female Satyr Cleric *Immune to Poison up to 1* *Listens to Darksten*

HP: 7/9 (6+3)

Ether: 12/12 (6+3+3)

Gold: 30

Equipment: Elderwood Branch (WP: 4, Wood Staff, suitable for Kianu), Woodland Gown (Ether: +3, grants immunity to Poison up to 1 damage, Body wear, suitable for Kianu), Satyr's Pipe (Grants the user animal talk, accessory, suitable for taurians)

Inventory: Tonic x2, Potion

QM Note: 1. SP is your defence. The more SP you have, the more damage you resist. It's deducted from the final damage score, so if you have SP of 3, and the attack you receive does 8 damage, you only get hit for 5.

2. It's how Sandy tallies how much damage you do. Some QM's use it, but it's basically your level plus your weapon power plus any other modifiers. I generally don't use it, but it's their for those who do.

[Comrade Commander]

Justin shivers from his hiding spot, trying to explain himself while sniffling uncontrollably.

"S-sorry sir, I m-meant if he wished to rent a room he c-could do so and rent o-one for the night. The rooms are non-refundable, but since you're f-friend hasn't paid for his h-he could change his m-mind and p-pay for it!

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The barkeep hands Darksten and Kianu their beverages, still crouching behind the counter

"I'd recommend drinking the Hurricane before the night is over, sir. Few drinks taste good warm."

Darksten takes his drink and lifts it in salute to the barkeep. Something about the sobbing man began to strike a chord of sympathy and sooth Darksten's mood.

"Fair enough, just choose your words more carefully next time. And thanks for the drink."

Kianu opens her mouth to say something, but looks down, red in the face. It seems Darksten's made a better argument.

"Yeah... I suppose you're right..."

"Yep, but looks like were both going to be living in luxury tonight. Gonna have to make the most of it"

"Featherhead's got this idea in his head that everyone's out to kill him. Apparently he almost did meet the end of a blade a few months back when some green guy came in looking for some Shadeux fellow. He's been like this since I started stopping here whenever. I'm a mercenary for hire, but... my life's been like a ship in a bad storm: rocky and rough. Things could've been different though. A lot different."

She takes a long drink from the bottle, looking nostalgic. When she finishes she turns back to Darksten looking inquisitive.

"So... where are you and you're, uh... satyr friend heading off to?"

Darksten ponders his situation, unsure if he should move on now that he has his drink since he is not usually one for conversation, but instead decides to engage in conversation.

"Sometimes things have to get a little rough, and you have to rock the boat a bit, to truly have fun in life. I am like you though, just a mercenary passing through for the night as I bounce from contract to contract"

[Kintobor]

Darksten takes his drink and lifts it in salute to the barkeep. Something about the sobbing man began to strike a chord of sympathy and sooth Darksten's mood.

"Fair enough, just choose your words more carefully next time. And thanks for the drink."

Justin raises a thumbs up from behind the counter, his hand quaking in fear.

"Yep, but looks like were both going to be living in luxury tonight. Gonna have to make the most of it"

Kianu doesn't say much, but looks away from Darksten.

"You seem disappointed about it?"

Darksten ponders his situation, unsure if he should move on now that he has his drink since he is not usually one for conversation, but instead decides to engage in conversation.

"Sometimes things have to get a little rough, and you have to rock the boat a bit, to truly have fun in life. I am like you though, just a mercenary passing through for the night as I bounce from contract to contract"

The woman nods her head.

"I can see where you're getting at. I've got my own goals I'm trying to achieve, not that you'd care much. My situation isn't one I necessarily want to be in," she takes a long drink from the bottle, finishing her drink and resting it on the table, "then again, most situations in life are like that.

A mercenary, eh? What about your satyr friend? She also a merc? She seems a little young for this line of work.

By the way, the name's Lydia."

Kianu still seems a little intimidated by the woman, sheepishly sticking behind Darksten, sipping her water.

Edited May 28, 2014 by Kintobor

[Comrade Commander]

Kianu doesn't say much, but looks away from Darksten.

"You seem disappointed about it?"

"I believe in being prepared for anything, and when I have the option of free shelter and the ability to save cash for supplies down the road, I prefer to take it. But it is Hoang Anh's money, and I am grateful for his generosity."

The woman nods her head.

"I can see where you're getting at. I've got my own goals I'm trying to achieve, not that you'd care much. My situation isn't one I necessarily want to be in," she takes a long drink from the bottle, finishing her drink and resting it on the table, "then again, most situations in life are like that.

A mercenary, eh? What about your satyr friend? She also a merc? She seems a little young for this line of work.

By the way, the name's Lydia."

Kianu still seems a little intimidated by the woman, sheepishly sticking behind Darksten, sipping her water.

"I'm Darksten, and this Satyr is quite capable of standing her own in combat. We're working together right now, and fortunately it has been an adventure so far. But I can relate to you as I have had my fair share of obligations I have been trapped in."

[Lego Spy]

"Well then, laddie, it's yours!"

Grinko scoops up Deus's coins and rummages through his sack, eventually pulling out a plain, but comfortable looking bedroll.

Bedroll (Allows the user to rest and regain health in a safe place)

The young man, Sven, takes a drink from his glass, smiling afterwards.

"Perhaps you'd like to stay and chat with us? Share some stories or what not?"

"Thanks!" he said to the man, "I forgot to pick one up before I left."

He turns to Sven and replies, "Sure, although I haven't done anything too special."

OOC: In what way should I equip an item? I'd like to equip my Tricorne Hat.

[Comrade Commander]

OOC: In what way should I equip an item? I'd like to equip my Tricorne Hat.

OOC: you can simply just post your updated character stats with the tricorne moved to the equipment line, and your defense increased accordingly. I would recommend also working it into a role play movement like your character putting on when he goes outside, or puts it on after remembering it is in his pack, etc.

[Kintobor]

"Thanks!" he said to the man, "I forgot to pick one up before I left."

He turns to Sven and replies, "Sure, although I haven't done anything too special."

OOC: In what way should I equip an item? I'd like to equip my Tricorne Hat.

Sorry, I've been a little busy. I'll update the quest in a bit, but for the time being simply bolding your action works with most QMs. I'll update your stats when you do.

[Kintobor]

"I believe in being prepared for anything, and when I have the option of free shelter and the ability to save cash for supplies down the road, I prefer to take it. But it is Hoang Anh's money, and I am grateful for his generosity."

"Well, I would prefer a warm bed over the common room," Kianu replies, sounding a bit more cheerful, "are you going to drink that hurricane?"

"I'm Darksten, and this Satyr is quite capable of standing her own in combat. We're working together right now, and fortunately it has been an adventure so far. But I can relate to you as I have had my fair share of obligations I have been trapped in."

Kianu sheepishly waves at Lydia from behind Darksten. Lyida shakes her head.

"It's important to have good company around. The satyr, she seems like a good kid. However, you seem new to the big wide world, so I'm going to tell you something from experience: trust is a hard thing to earn. I'm certain you feel similarly?"

"Thanks!" he said to the man, "I forgot to pick one up before I left."

He turns to Sven and replies, "Sure, although I haven't done anything too special."

The dwarf laughs heartily, nearly falling off his chair.

"Preparedness is an important skill for any adventurer! Let this be a lesson in being ready for the great wide world we live in! You never know what you'll run into out there! Call me Grinko, kid. Grinko Copperdrill!"

"My name may have been mentioned, but I'm Sven of the Sheep tribe."

Sven frowns, looking disappointed.

"Surely you must have something to share? You seem like a ranger of some sorts?"

As Sven looks puzzled at Deus, Grinko seems to have remembered something, a twinkle glistening in his auburn eyes. He leans closer to the table, scanning the inn curiously. Finally he speaks in a hushed voice.

"Perhaps you'd like to hear of a more recent expedition? A ghost story perhaps? Deus, would you like to hear it?"

"Perhaps this is one story I hope isn't true..." Sven shutters the thought.

[Comrade Commander]

"Well, I would prefer a warm bed over the common room," Kianu replies, sounding a bit more cheerful, "are you going to drink that hurricane?"

Kianu sheepishly waves at Lydia from behind Darksten. Lyida shakes her head.

"It's important to have good company around. The satyr, she seems like a good kid. However, you seem new to the big wide world, so I'm going to tell you something from experience: trust is a hard thing to earn. I'm certain you feel similarly?"

Darksten looks at the Satyr and gives a slight smile "I am going to hold onto it a bit thanks. But if you would like to have it, I can let you drink it instead. I did say I owed you a drink, and I try to be a man of my word. It also sounds like the ingredients in it will mask the taste you said you didn't like"

Turning back to Lyida, he says "I might not be a world traveler, but I have also not spent my entire life in a cave. I have learned to keep my wits about me, and to watch the world closely. But I do tend to believe there is more good in the world, and sometimes people just need to trust each other. Even if it just for a night."

[hoanganhbeo]

"Perhaps you'd like to hear of a more recent expedition? A ghost story perhaps

Sounds great! I love ghost stories!

[Kintobor]

Darksten looks at the Satyr and gives a slight smile "I am going to hold onto it a bit thanks. But if you would like to have it, I can let you drink it instead. I did say I owed you a drink, and I try to be a man of my word. It also sounds like the ingredients in it will mask the taste you said you didn't like"

Turning back to Lyida, he says "I might not be a world traveler, but I have also not spent my entire life in a cave. I have learned to keep my wits about me, and to watch the world closely. But I do tend to believe there is more good in the world, and sometimes people just need to trust each other. Even if it just for a night."

"The barkeep did suggest to drink it ASAP, didn't he? If you don't want it, I wouldn't mind having it."

Lydia thinks long and hard about what Darksten says, grabbing her drink only to remember it's empty.

"That's a sentiment the world seems to be losing these days, Darksten," she gets up from her chair and leave her money on bar, the barkeep's pale hand scooping it up from behind the counter. She walks for the stairs to the rooms upstair, saying one last line as she does so,

"don't lose sight of it."

And with that, Lydia disappeared to the upstairs room. Justin peeked his head up from behind the counter, looking around worriedly.

"She's... she's gone? *sniffle* Well... that's at least one less thing that's going to *sniffle* kill me. Can I get you anything else? We'll be closing the bar soon."

Sounds great! I love ghost stories!

The dwarf seems shocked at Hoang's sudden appearance, but laughs it off.

"Well, I'm glad to hear the enthusiasm! Well, then, let me try and remember the events...

Have you ever heard of the Suicide Cliffs? It's a sharp, steep drop on the southern coast of Uland that drops straight into the ocean. There's a bunch of legends pertaining to the area, but what I saw that night still gives me the willies. It was a crystal clear night, the sea was calm, and the small coastal ship I was on was close to the cliffs. We were heading to Goland, a curious island off the coast of Uland infamous for it's curious mountain and it's flat, sandy soil. We were sailing as smooth as silk, when something happened, something truly terrifying. A dense fog rolled in and our visibility turned poor, the stuff as thick as stew! And then I saw it from the corner of my eye! A spectral ship! It's sails tattered, the rigging working on it's own! I stared in awe and horror as the unmanned ship moved it's way through the dense fog... and disappeared into the night. The rest of the crew saw it, too, and for the rest of the journey we held baited breath. The sailors were afraid it was a bad omen. Thankfully, nothing became of it. We arrived at Goland safely and I continued my expedition around the island.

Of course, with my age, it may have been a trick of the light, who knows."

"Well it certainly sounds harrowing. Then again, you've claimed to have done more harrowing things, haven't you? I mean, seeing a ghost ship is scary, but what about your run in with that Hobgoblin war chief?"

Grinko chuckles at the young man's comment, nostalgia in his eyes.

"I thought I was a goner there too! Bwahaha! How's that for a ghost story, knight? I hope it wetted your appetite?"

[Comrade Commander]

"The barkeep did suggest to drink it ASAP, didn't he? If you don't want it, I wouldn't mind having it."

Lydia thinks long and hard about what Darksten says, grabbing her drink only to remember it's empty.

"That's a sentiment the world seems to be losing these days, Darksten," she gets up from her chair and leave her money on bar, the barkeep's pale hand scooping it up from behind the counter. She walks for the stairs to the rooms upstair, saying one last line as she does so,

"don't lose sight of it."

And with that, Lydia disappeared to the upstairs room. Justin peeked his head up from behind the counter, looking around worriedly.

"She's... she's gone? *sniffle* Well... that's at least one less thing that's going to *sniffle* kill me. Can I get you anything else? We'll be closing the bar soon."

Darksten nods good night to the Lyndia, before turning back to the Satyr

"Fortunately the barkeep has made it well, and we haven't been here that long, so we got time I believe. I will make sure it one of us drinks it by the end of the night just as he suggested though.

In the mean time, I am going to stroll over to those official looking gentlemen and see what they are up to. You are welcome to joing me if you like.

and thank you barkeep, I think that is all I need for now." Darksten says as he raps twice on the bar top and smiles at the sniffling man. He then moves to the two gentlemen who appear to be counting something

"Good evening gentlemen, mind if I join you?"

[Lego Spy]

"Well, I'm glad to hear the enthusiasm! Well, then, let me try and remember the events...

*fantastic ghost story*

Of course, with my age, it may have been a trick of the light, who knows."

"Well it certainly sounds harrowing. Then again, you've claimed to have done more harrowing things, haven't you? I mean, seeing a ghost ship is scary, but what about your run in with that Hobgoblin war chief?"

"Not bad," Deus said, smiling.

(In reply to Sven's statement earlier, "Surely you must have something to share?")

"Oh, I don't know. I just give help where it's needed," Deus said to Sven, giving a small shrug.

Edited May 30, 2014 by Lego Spy

[Kintobor]

Darksten nods good night to the Lyndia, before turning back to the Satyr

"Fortunately the barkeep has made it well, and we haven't been here that long, so we got time I believe. I will make sure it one of us drinks it by the end of the night just as he suggested though.

In the mean time, I am going to stroll over to those official looking gentlemen and see what they are up to. You are welcome to joing me if you like.

and thank you barkeep, I think that is all I need for now." Darksten says as he raps twice on the bar top and smiles at the sniffling man. He then moves to the two gentlemen who appear to be counting something

"Good evening gentlemen, mind if I join you?"

"I suppose I will. I'm just glad that one woman left. She seemed a little intimidating."

The barkeep nods nervously, looking throughout the bar for any potential danger.

"Of course, *sniffle* sir."

Darksten walks over to the table where to men sit, books and documents surrounding them. One of them, sitting with his back to the wall, checks over numbers and other scribbles, scratching his thick, white beard occasionally. The man sitting opposite looks on, realigning his glasses occasionally. He can hear the end of the conversation as he approaches with Kianu close behind.

"... are the books in the black?"

The old man looks over the documents intensely, his hand thoroughly placed in his beard, his other clenching a feather pen as it scrolls down the papers.

"......... They appear to be, Nolan."

"Oh, thank heavens! Heinrich will be pleased to hear this!"

The older man closes the large, leather bound book just as Darksten gets close to the table, the two men looking at Darksten and Kianu. The older man spoke, his voice deep and beckoning. The man's voice projected throughout the inn as he spoke.

"Ah, I see we have some company. Good evening, my name is Sir Armin Grackett of the Church of Mercutio. Do you have any business with books? Taxes, income, deposits?"

The other man was much more feeble in appearance and voice. He was much more quiet and hesitant than the banker.

"Um, hello. I'm Nolan. I'm a trader working for the Hinckwells. How do you do?"

[Kintobor]

"Not bad," Deus said, smiling.

(In reply to Sven's statement earlier, "Surely you must have something to share?")

"Oh, I don't know. I just give help where it's needed," Deus said to Sven, giving a small shrug.

"Hehe, I thought you'd like it!"

The dwarf smiles, looking drowsy. Sven, meanwhile, smiles reassuringly at Deus's comment.

"It's good to know though that at least someone's doing good these days. All I ever here about is betrayal and backstabbing."

[Comrade Commander]

"Ah, I see we have some company. Good evening, my name is Sir Armin Grackett of the Church of Mercutio. Do you have any business with books? Taxes, income, deposits?"

The other man was much more feeble in appearance and voice. He was much more quiet and hesitant than the banker.

"Um, hello. I'm Nolan. I'm a trader working for the Hinckwells. How do you do?"

"I am doing well thank you." Darksten says to Nolan, but trying to include Sir Armin Grackett "my name is Darksten and my friends and I are simply passing through. I hope I am not interrupting anything. I was just looking for some conversation after the long journey.

Sadly, I must admit though that I know little of banking. My money is enough to keep me alive and well, and I pay my dues to the higher powers when asked, but other than that I don't dabble in the market that much. Do tell me though, do you have any financial tips for a novice like me?"

[Lego Spy]

"It's good to know though that at least someone's doing good these days. All I ever here about is betrayal and backstabbing."

"Heh, you said it," He replied solemnly, "we had a run-in with some thieves a matter of hours ago..."

Edited May 31, 2014 by Lego Spy

[Kintobor]

"I am doing well thank you." Darksten says to Nolan, but trying to include Sir Armin Grackett "my name is Darksten and my friends and I are simply passing through. I hope I am not interrupting anything. I was just looking for some conversation after the long journey.

Sadly, I must admit though that I know little of banking. My money is enough to keep me alive and well, and I pay my dues to the higher powers when asked, but other than that I don't dabble in the market that much. Do tell me though, do you have any financial tips for a novice like me?"

"No, no you're not. We're just wrapping up business. Unfortunately, I'm a busy man and must get some sleep soon. I have business elsewhere tomorrow."

"Yes, it seems it is getting late. Unfortunately, I'm heading to bed shortly too. I have a long journey to Bric'Bay Fort come morning. However, I do wish you all the well."

Hastily grabbing his records and documents, Nolan tips his hat and heads upstairs for the night. Sir Grackett motions for Darksten to take the now empty seat.

"Financial tips? Well, seeing as how you're an adventurer, I'll tell you something you already now, but novices still seem to forget. Buy your goods ahead of time. Eubric is a commercial powerhouse: goods, services, you name it, it's here. It's because of this that Eubric's prices tend to be lower since quite a lot goes through the city. Once it goes out further, it becomes more expensive. The Guild of Invision sells things at the market for wholesale, where with a merchant you generally have to pay extra since the merchant needs to make his fair share of profit as well. It's how the world work, lad, the coin. And once you realize that, the world becomes your ocean filled with opportunity... and potential failure."

He ponders for a bit, glancng at Kianu.

"Although, I doubt your friend cares much for the ideology behind money."

Kianu shrugs.

"It's not something I really need, honestly. The clothes on my back are all handmade from stuff lying around the brush."

"Naturally."

"Heh, you said it," He replied solemnly, "we had a run-in with some thieves a matter of hours ago..."

Grinko crosses his arms, looking a little angered.

"Sounds like your off to an excellent start if you've already run into bandits! I've heard the infamous Alfendi Lupine's managed to escape Eubric and is now prowling somewhere in Uland. He left with a small group of Wolfgang defectors. The scum..."

"You've done many a traveller a great service. Who knows what they might have done had you not dealt with them. How'd you run across them? Mugging some poor merchant or traveller?"

[Comrade Commander]

"Financial tips? Well, seeing as how you're an adventurer, I'll tell you something you already now, but novices still seem to forget. Buy your goods ahead of time. Eubric is a commercial powerhouse: goods, services, you name it, it's here. It's because of this that Eubric's prices tend to be lower since quite a lot goes through the city. Once it goes out further, it becomes more expensive. The Guild of Invision sells things at the market for wholesale, where with a merchant you generally have to pay extra since the merchant needs to make his fair share of profit as well. It's how the world work, lad, the coin. And once you realize that, the world becomes your ocean filled with opportunity... and potential failure."

Darksten listens as the man shares his knowledge

"Indeed, like my partner here I am used to providing for myself without the need for gold, but I have come to realize that there are things that can only be accomplished with treasure. I left my home in search of adventure, but also to make gold in an effort to gain that which could not be achieved in the wild." Darksten says, picturing his goals and dreams. But then something dawns on him

"Can you tell me though sir, you said you were from the Church of Mercutio, are you a priest? You will have to forgive me for asking as I am not familiar with your holy organization."