Grimaldi looks on, amused. He's enjoying his own space, and looking after the goods by sitting  in the cart.

Syvanus will edge over to where Grimaldi is and avoid all the drink.
He has is a bit uncomfortable getting drunk here, especially with those big tentacled things around.


[Private to GM:  16:15, Today: Syvanus rolled 12 using 3d6.  Compulsive Carousing resist. made it ... just ]

In reply to Syvanus (msg # 250):

The feast winds down, and you are brought, along with the cart, to a set of rooms that have cots made of an odd greenish leather.

Troll skin?  Yuck!

The leather is pretty unusual, but Jendrich had too much to drink to notice. He just falls over on the nearest bed, and is snoozing away in no time.

All the talk about the strange leather made the curious Grimaldi investigate.
He'd tried to gauge it's value based on it's durability and worksmanship...(crit failure!)
10:53, Today: Grimaldi rolled 18 using 3d6 ((6,6,6)).
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In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 254):

While an odd patchwork, it must be tremendously expensive!
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Grimaldi suspects the materials used, are simply those at hand down here. Though, he wonders what it is made from. It doesn't keep his thoughts occupied long, and he settles in for the night.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 256):

Come breakfast time, and the mushrooms of chumminess have worn off. Several teolls have already had fistfights, as to be expected when you have a group of people who have bad temper and regeneration.

Grimaldi is up, and looks to see how Lourdaud has fared  nightwise.
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Jendrich is slow to get up, but quite glad to be in a place where bright lights are frowned upon. "Oy... I can't remember the last time I drank that much..."

He is up and ready to move on, having not slept too well.

In reply to Syvanus (msg # 260):

"We have sold or exchanged your goods. You can take straight pay, or take what can be got from the hobgoblins when we get to their encampment. "

Straight pay will be fine, I am not much interested in lugging or selling rope, Rushagorn.

OOC:What about my goods?

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 263):

"The trolls bought it all. I was inquiring if you wanted to reinvest in trollish goods that I will be selling to the hobgoblins."

"I'll take my return on my goods now, please."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 265):

Begrudgingly,  the merchant passes you a sack of coin


Value tba

"Anything we should be wary off on the next leg of our trip?"

"Thanks Rushagorn, I trust my return was lucrative?" (original investment was $440, and Lourdaud was paid 3 pieces of silver ($60), for a total investment of $500)
Grimaldi says to the merchant, as he hefts the purse, he's received...
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You have mine as well Rushagorn ?

In reply to Syvanus (msg # 269):

The Merchant grumbles. And counts out some coin.

(I need to do some maths)


Ulo might know of what lies agead..

Ülo answers Jendrich, "It's a long walk, with only one hazardous tunnel.  Though I can't speak for what has moved into my people's warrens since your kind killed our families and murderously drove us out with fire!"

The small trollwife sounds venomously angry.

Jendrich leans back at Ulo's anger. "Ah... is that something the adventurer's guild did, or was it just humans in general?" he mumbles, unsure how to react at her accusation.

There are rumors of a blue haired bitch with magic who did it ... it has caused a lot of very hard feelings.