Re: Back at the Blue Turnip
As the party talks, and very fat dwarf waddles to the table, carrying a pitcher in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. His beard is immaculately groomed, the braids tight, and precise with small copper clips. His eye is blackened and he has a sizable welt on his head. He sets both on the table and shoves them into the middle. "I be Thorak Copperwell. A merchant of sorts, traveling here and there to sell." he says. "I hope that drink will buy pardon for the interruption. I talked to the sheriff, and I ain't getting the results I want. I was robbed, and left fer dead. They took me wagon, ponies and all. An' I want it back." he adds, clenching his fist. "If ya get me goods and wagon back, I'll give ya..." he pauses, as if its hard to say. "...On..two hunnered gold. The sheriff says he has a good idea where the bandits are holed up, but ain't went after them yet."