In reply to Kazimir Yurick (msg # 180):

The tunnel goblins look back and forth at each other questioningly, and the one with the tool apron speaks up.

"Tárgyalás? What terms you propose?"

19:26, Today: Kazimir Yurick rolled 11 using 3d6.  merchant ~ 15.
Kazimir uses his skill in mercantile, to try and get decent bounties on the vermin...

In reply to Kazimir Yurick (msg # 183):

rolling 8 vs 14 merchant

"So, you wish to pay us to remove the carcasses. We would do it for the hourly rate per man $4 for each of my friends, and $8 gor me."

"No, we can handle that part, neighbor. We thought you might be interested in them first, since they're fresh. Otherwise, we can offload them to the guild, to use in their hot brown. I'm prepared to offer a premium rate for the whole lot of them, to save us the labor of hauling them up, and through the streets."
Kazimir gestures as he talks.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 19:55, Thu 27 Aug 2020.

With the negotiations coming through as just echo-distorted, unintelligible voices, Aldous shifts his feet for comfort, careful to avoid stepping on Aine.

He looks around the room, then sheathes his knife and switches hands holding the lantern.  He shakes out the arm that had been held high for too long, then returns the lantern to his left hand, now holding it low, but keeping the hot metal and glass clear of his leg.  He draws his knife once more.

"Thorg?  How'd ya wind up thinkin' killin' rats fer meals an' a few coins w's a better life?"

'Cause I get to decide if I wanna do it... instead ah someone else tellin' me I am gonna.

"Okay, tha' makes sum sense.  I ain't had that problem, but meals an' a few coins's better'n no meals an' no coins.  I don't min' sayin', I w's scratchin' purty hard 'fore I saw that sign.  Jus' today, I'm 'ready ahead."  He raps on the new leather covering his torso.
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In reply to Kazimir Yurick (msg # 185):

"I think you want to use the stairs on our property to cross the river to yours.I think any rat meat and hide found is fair toll for that

"As neighbors then, or every time we need to cross?"

In reply to Kazimir Yurick (msg # 190):

"Let us tárgyalni, talk terms for the future then. You want us out of our hunting grounds, because you want to use your cellars, that is well.
We will need to fish from the bridge or go further afield to eat, and get hides.
If you want to come storming through our home to get to your basement, then there needs to be kártérítés- compensation"
This message was last edited by the player at 17:52, Wed 02 Sept 2020.

In reply to Keselezo (msg # 191):

"Kártérítés!"

"That makes sense, neighbor. Alright, then. Perhaps we'll open a second tavern below, to serve underground customers like yourselves, when we get situated.
You may take the kills, as you say. I suspect our presence will create new hunting grounds, as the rats find the path of least resistance."
Kazimir answers good-naturedly.
This message was last edited by the GM at 17:52, Wed 02 Sept 2020.

In reply to Kazimir Yurick (msg # 193):

" That serves as a start." the goblin spits into his palm and extends his hand.

Kazimir hands his lute to his daughter and spits into his palm as well, and seals the deal!
"Urra!"

Ah! Spit brothers ! 

In reply to Sparky (msg # 196):

The goblin gestures, and the rest head over the bridge to claim the rats.

"Your place up from here...small house? The baker comes not this far"

"Yes. We live nextdoor to the baker."

In reply to Kazimir Yurick (msg # 198):

"You cannot mean the house of Ildrak....you are in the old inn then?"

"Yes, we've purchased the inn. Who were they? Who is Ildrak?"
Kazimir inquired.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:02, Tue 01 Sept 2020.

Still unable to make any sense of the voices from the next room, Aldous looks around this one, taking stock of whatever exits there might be aside from the way we came in.

In reply to Kazimir Yurick (msg # 200):

"Ildrak is a toymaker, lives on other side of bakers Pierre and Evangeline.
He has been there forever, and made my first playthings. I would hate to see him gone."

[Private to Narrator: Ildrak is a very old gnome who speaks fluent goblin, orc and elven. on a quiet note he has some position in the seelie court, but does not mention it.  He has low key enchantment, making and breaking and illusion and creation spells, along with high toymaking skills, but appears to be a simple craftsman and woodcarver]


The large room (shaped like a seven) has  to one side a bit of debris, in the other (southern end ) there is a great deal of standing water, and to one side a few steps that lead up to a heavily corroded metal plated door.
This message was last edited by the player at 17:53, Wed 02 Sept 2020.

"Have you seen many walking dead, down here? The baker's daughter was complaining about hearing them, from her basement room. There were four of them in our cellar we destroyed, before we were able to make it to the bridge."
This message was last updated by the player at 18:19, Wed 02 Sept 2020.

In reply to Svendegard Yurick (msg # 203):

"Élohalott?  We see them sometimes in the outer corridor, in groups."

"We'll take care of them, to make it safer down here."

"The outer corridor? Which way would that be? We'll take care of them now!"