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Bob Biter · 11-16-2003, 06:47 PM

"Oooookaaaaayy. She'll have to teach me that trick at some point. Ah well, on to the buying."

Dreggan then entered the food store first, since Matt's uninterrupted jumping made the need for provisions a tad more urgent. Shaking his head, the thief just tossed him a few money pouches almost as a master would toss his favored hound a treat. He also gave Vanelee a couple, almost relunctantly.

As Matt was busy making his copious selection, Dreggan simply opted for strips of jerked beef, dried nuts and berries, a water skin and a quart of mild liquor, all of which would procure strength without spoiling quickly. Smiling, he noticed that the elf also chose wisely.

Watching Matt buy fresh fruit, meat, fish and sweets, Dreggan just shook his head.

"Matt, at least TRY to pick something that will last more than a few days here, will you?"

The sudden pouty look on his companion's face brought a weird feeling to Dreggan's mind. Why should he care what the man bought, it's not like he was family. Wait. Ah, that's it: he didn't want his hard earned money wasted. There you go.

After they had settled up with the owner, they made their way to the alchemist shop. It was so easily recognizable as to be almost offensive. A small building with shuttered windows, a thatch roof and with odd smells emanating from every fissure... a myriad of oddities hanging from the door frame, as if to ward off practically every negative thing on the planet, from flies to mimes... and lastly, the ever so charming sign hanging from a metal spike, eerily depicting a sorceror's ubiquitous pointy hat, magic wand and grimoire. How quaint.

Making their way inside, the group was greeted brusquely by an ancient human, bent at an almost right angle. Without any further chit-chat, he returned to his inventory, letting Dreggan almost wish he could rob the man for his inattention. However, he was always wary of pilfering from wizards, as they had their ways to maintain security that even this seasoned thief was loathe to contemplate.

Scanning the shelves, Dreggan opted for the easier task of simply requesting what he wanted.

"Kind sir, my friends and I are about to embark on a most epic quest and require the following:

In the potion category: 3 healing, 2 weightless, 2 sleep and 3 poison. In the amulet category: 3 protection from undead. In the "miscellaneous" category: 3 eggshell bombs, 3 smoke bombs and 2 "screechers". To go please. Quickly please. I trust this is enough."

Dreggan then dumped all the pouches he had "acquired" on the counter. Unphased the alchemist simply reached under the counter and pulled out the items the thief had requested, as if he had known what the order would have been in advance, minus one for each, and started removing the money bags.

Stunned, Dreggan was about to protest when the alchemist silently pointed at the price list on the far end of the counter. Reading it, the thief noticed that every item had two prices, one of them significantly higher than the other. Seeing Dreggan's puzzled face, the old man actually said something:

"Thief tax."

Sighing, Dreggan then collected his purchases and waited to see if anybody else wanted to buy anything, this time from their own pocket.

"I bought these for all of us, but if you guys want anything else, be my guest and go ahead. As for Nina, since she's so independant and all, I'm sure she already has all the equipment she needs..."

"What's a screecher?" Matt enquired.

"It's a nifty little sub-demon trapped in a crystal. When you throw it on the ground, it shatters and the creature starts running in the opposite direction (away from the thrower), yelling and screaming in THE most harrowing way. It'll chase down anyone it sees, but doesn't do any harm, just freaks them out. I use these things occasionally to cover an escape or just cause confusion and panic."

11-16-2003, 06:47 PM	#43 (permalink)
Bob Biter Non-smokers die everyday Location: Montreal	"Oooookaaaaayy. She'll have to teach me that trick at some point. Ah well, on to the buying." Dreggan then entered the food store first, since Matt's uninterrupted jumping made the need for provisions a tad more urgent. Shaking his head, the thief just tossed him a few money pouches almost as a master would toss his favored hound a treat. He also gave Vanelee a couple, almost relunctantly. As Matt was busy making his copious selection, Dreggan simply opted for strips of jerked beef, dried nuts and berries, a water skin and a quart of mild liquor, all of which would procure strength without spoiling quickly. Smiling, he noticed that the elf also chose wisely. Watching Matt buy fresh fruit, meat, fish and sweets, Dreggan just shook his head. "Matt, at least TRY to pick something that will last more than a few days here, will you?" The sudden pouty look on his companion's face brought a weird feeling to Dreggan's mind. Why should he care what the man bought, it's not like he was family. Wait. Ah, that's it: he didn't want his hard earned money wasted. There you go. After they had settled up with the owner, they made their way to the alchemist shop. It was so easily recognizable as to be almost offensive. A small building with shuttered windows, a thatch roof and with odd smells emanating from every fissure... a myriad of oddities hanging from the door frame, as if to ward off practically every negative thing on the planet, from flies to mimes... and lastly, the ever so charming sign hanging from a metal spike, eerily depicting a sorceror's ubiquitous pointy hat, magic wand and grimoire. How quaint. Making their way inside, the group was greeted brusquely by an ancient human, bent at an almost right angle. Without any further chit-chat, he returned to his inventory, letting Dreggan almost wish he could rob the man for his inattention. However, he was always wary of pilfering from wizards, as they had their ways to maintain security that even this seasoned thief was loathe to contemplate. Scanning the shelves, Dreggan opted for the easier task of simply requesting what he wanted. "Kind sir, my friends and I are about to embark on a most epic quest and require the following: In the potion category: 3 healing, 2 weightless, 2 sleep and 3 poison. In the amulet category: 3 protection from undead. In the "miscellaneous" category: 3 eggshell bombs, 3 smoke bombs and 2 "screechers". To go please. Quickly please. I trust this is enough." Dreggan then dumped all the pouches he had "acquired" on the counter. Unphased the alchemist simply reached under the counter and pulled out the items the thief had requested, as if he had known what the order would have been in advance, minus one for each, and started removing the money bags. Stunned, Dreggan was about to protest when the alchemist silently pointed at the price list on the far end of the counter. Reading it, the thief noticed that every item had two prices, one of them significantly higher than the other. Seeing Dreggan's puzzled face, the old man actually said something: "Thief tax." Sighing, Dreggan then collected his purchases and waited to see if anybody else wanted to buy anything, this time from their own pocket. "I bought these for all of us, but if you guys want anything else, be my guest and go ahead. As for Nina, since she's so independant and all, I'm sure she already has all the equipment she needs..." "What's a screecher?" Matt enquired. "It's a nifty little sub-demon trapped in a crystal. When you throw it on the ground, it shatters and the creature starts running in the opposite direction (away from the thrower), yelling and screaming in THE most harrowing way. It'll chase down anyone it sees, but doesn't do any harm, just freaks them out. I use these things occasionally to cover an escape or just cause confusion and panic." __________________ A plan is just a list of things that don't happen. Last edited by Bob Biter; 11-16-2003 at 06:55 PM..