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20 Eleasis, Highsun (summer)
Helmsport, Maztica
Midafternoon
The?Pirate?doesn¡¯t betray any outward signs of fear, but the?Half-Orc?knows
better. A very subtle line of sweat begins to pool along the one eyebrow not covered by the patch. When?´³³Ü¡¯²ú²¹°ù¾±±ô?slowly exhales almost
silently, the?Barbarian?knows he¡¯s got him. ¡°Twenty,¡± the?Pirate?breathes
softly, almost defiantly, but he never moves and never breaks eye contact. His love of gold overrides his sense of self preservation.
When the perfume bottles begin to rattle, the Amnian merchant?Vichook?calls out, ¡°´³³Ü¡¯²ú²¹°ù¾±±ô?you
swamp rodent! Are you cheating my customers again!¡±
±·´Ç°ù³Ù³ó¡¯²õ?description of the potion intrigues the merchant but he replies, ¡°Sadly I do not deal in potions, but you should talk to Lee Kwon Dzoo
over near The Keep.¡± He hands the potion back but gladly accepts the perfumes from the?Gnome. ¡°Well, well, well,¡± he beams. ¡°Now these
I am familiar with.¡± He scrunches his nose and considers the Sorcerer momentarily. ¡°I will give . . .¡±?he counts up the containers,
¡°one hundred sixty gold for the lot,¡± he offers.
Meanwhile,?°ä±ð°ù¾±²Ô²¹¡¯²õ?inquiry gets the
Pirate to break eye contact with?Sweet William. ¡°Sixty gold, total. Two masterwork swords and the maul,¡± he states. ¡°B.B.Best I can
do.¡± Then, almost as if he hadn¡¯t heard her at first, he adds, ¡°Talk to Fletcher Jonas at th¡¯ Keep. ¡®E¡¯s a retired preacher. Don¡¯t hold that against him. Knows birds like no other.¡±
And what do you do?
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