Re: Part 12 - Bard's Gate
"'cross the Inland Sea? Oh... that's explainin' it then... yer's a wooly-back, what's comin' from furrin parts! That's why yer's talkin' a bit funny, yer's not bein' from roun' 'ere an' yer can't be 'elpin' it." Colwyn's expression softens as he realises that the poor benighted soul before him is a foreigner, and is not, therefore, privy to the finer points of civilisation.
"If'n Aarnr's bein' ready ter stand with yer, then I's ready ter be doin' it as well. After all, if'n yer's lettin' 'im down, 'e'll be killin' yer enough fer the two of us." The rogue extends an open hand towards Arkan.
The dwarf, presumably Oswestry, peers at Eilieen, and then bows his head for a moment, "Begging your pardon, Holiness. My eyes aren't what they used to be, and I didn't notice the icon of Zadastha."
"I have a wide range of herbs, mostly grown locally, so a lot of them are still fresh. Also most of the more common, rare, and semi-precious minerals. I can powder them for you, if need be. And I have a variety of animal parts and products, from otter nails to adder venom to leucrotta tongue, and dried bat guano."
He pauses for a moment, sniffing the air, before continuing, "If you prefer, I can mix potions, unguents and salves to your specification, for a fair price. I can also sell you quills, parchment and ink, all of the finest quality, should you wish to create scrolls and other texts."
Another sniff, and... "Wyvern! I smell wyvern venom! Very distinctive odour, like a mix of vinegar, pepper, and mud from the bottom of a stagnant pond. Oh, do tell me where you bought it!"