Of Price and Pincer
The Season of Still Stone
Goblins are not, in common understanding, thought of as particularly formidable, but the prospect of having a goblin shout in one's face, spittle flying and eyes bulging, as to the value of their wares must be at least a little daunting. At the very least it appears to have put the scaled merchant off his spiel about how the crystals are naught but colored glass.
"Take five hundred and go! Take it!" he finally tosses the rag-lichen pouch at you, the thing practically bursting at the weight of coin.
Though briefly confused as to why Cob closed one eye as he turned his head, Mina explains it to be a 'wink', like the flickering of a lantern going off it is a sign of mischief about to be done, or else mischief well achieved. Goblins, you muse, are also not thought of as particularly clever. Common understanding is manifestly wrong.
Cob Appraise: 1d20 +7 = 20 (Success)
Gained 500 Gold
With the proceeds of the sale the four... or rather
five of you, Pepper makes himself known even if he can only speak to Mina, decide on a treat. True, it it not as though the innkeeper is unworried at the recent raids, but that just makes him all the gladder for coin in exchange for...
"Is that a crab?" Mina asks as the beast in question is presented. A full three feet across, without the pincers of course, the hunter had probably carved daggers or spearheads from them or else sold them on.
"Craven Head Crab, yes," you explain. "They call it that because it has the markings there that look like a bloody skull, like the Death's Head crab, only a Craven Head isn't poisonous."
"How do you know its the right one?" she asks, wide-eyed.
"Well, Gorok's already taken a bite and he hasn't fallen over dead..."
As Cob falls over laughing Mina slaps you on the shoulder in annoyance... and leaves you looking at her with what must be a stunned expression on your face. Being hit is of course not a novel experience, though you had more or less grown out of it once your shadow and the power that came with it started to show. No, the thing that leaves you practically breathless is being struck out of jest. It is something you had seen others do, but only when they did not know you were around, certainly not something you had ever imagined being party to. Before the awkward silence can take up more of the air between you, you explain that the skull on the Craven Head is always larger and a deeper red, making it relatively clear which is which in mature specimens like this one at least.
As you eat you speak of where you might go next.
Mina wants to return to the mine and reach the surface, at least to get your bearings and start to make use of her knowledge of the Burnlands to trade some of the rare treasures and rarer goods of Nar-Voth. True you would struggle under the weight of prejudice, but gold can bridge many chasms as the saying apparently goes, and it is, relatively speaking, rarer in the Burnlands than so close to the dwarfish mines. Cob is quick to agree, though he mentions how easy it is to raid in the dark hours, particularly those who depend on the great sky light to 'not trip over their own asses.' How one trips over one's ass is a lesson in the goblin tongue you do not wish to undertake just yet. So you turn to Gorok, who understandably wishes to recover steel from the construct-makers, though he is as hesitant as you have ever seem him, not wishing to push you all into his personal quest when you are not ready... by which of course one means the warrior says so, in so many words. If there is one thing Gorok is not given to, it's veiling his words.
For your part you are curious about the troll and a part of you wishes at least to understand the death of Khloe, if not outright avenge it. That path would lead you deeper into the tunnels of Nar-Voth, but at the same time it would follow the Long Walk once more, decently patrolled and more than spacious enough for Warty in all places, which is more than you can say for the xulgath tunnels or the path up to the surface of the world.
What do you suggest the party does next?
[] Speak to the troll, discover more of his treasures and the fate of the brother he wishes dealt with
[] Set off again at once
-[] To the construct makers, Gorok has waited long enough to unlock their secrets for his tribe
-[] To the caligini shaman the merchants had spoken of, perhaps he has answers about the ring you now pass from one to another
-[] To the surface
[] Write in
OOC: You still lost money on the trade goods, just not as much as you might have without a good roll.