“Yes, of course!”
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(this is a bad way to describe “you need to keep in mind where cuts are made and leave room for how cumbersome those are to total fabric space”)
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((“Can’t afford monetary reward.” Proceeds to give rough men three luxury items, each costing either 50 crowns on the market, or 25 crowns to craft.))
“Thank you, Yamyra.” Arius respectfully accepts a potion.
((As Zone -the Greedy Explorer-, I want to loot them –if that’s even possible; IDK if they possess anything beyond flesh and gore.))
((However, as Arius… I guess I would have him drag two corpses with me away from the village so no-one gets disturbed?))
((*checks up something*))
((…well that’s about what I expect. I guess there isn’t much to do with the corpses.))
Arius’ face became blank for a moment. He doesn’t know what happened to yesterday’s chase, but seeing that Wanderer has returned, they must have either found Kamilla or given up on her.
“…very well. Lead the way.” Arius says, before following Wanderer.
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(she already owns the potions, so to her it feels Less like she’s spending 150 crowns on the reward – she could theoretically sell them and use the proceeds to fund food replacement, but she isn’t ~economicsbrained enough to think of that)
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3, 2
you can do this uneventfully!
((Uh… I ended that line of thinking with “I guess looting is not worth it” and thought the implication was that Arius wouldn’t do anything to the corpses, considering he’d be following Wanderer.))
(oh, sorry, I misinterpreted!)
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Bugibugi follows
Bugibugi tucks his cold iron dagger in his belt, and puts this potion in his wrist sheathe
(Zelsh wouldn’t be doing anything with them at least.)
“I see. In that case, please use this to help repair the damage done.” Zelsh told Yamyra in a caring tone as he handed her 5 gold pieces.
“You’ve got Zelsh interested now.” Zelsh told Wanderer as he prepared to follow him.
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Drakor handed over nine bits. “Thank you.”
He glanced around the shop at the other customers, then leaned in towards the counter. “You have lived in Granitehill for a while now, yes?”
Canary unconciously moves to tilt a hat she doesnt have over her face. Upon her body seemingly realising that, it settles for hugging herself instead.
Canary shivers. Must be a bad dream.
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She smiles at you. “Thank you kindly, that’s very generous of you.”
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She nods. “My whole life.”
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Drakor hesitated, then continued. “Are you acquainted with a young woman named Canary? About this tall-” He held up his hand for reference. “-blonde hair, green eyes?”
She chuckles. “‘Acquainted?’ You could say that, yeah.”
Drakor tilted his head.
(Studied target > shopkeeper)
“What do you mean by that?”