[CENTER][h1][color=brown]Brutrumukk[/color][/h1][/CENTER]

Brutrumukk listened with interest as the darklings gave their prices. He was especially interested in the price of the incense. When he was a kid, Brutrumukk's mother often told tales at the gang's campfire. Some of these tales were of lycanthropes and their invincible power in battle. The darklings probably thought the whole 'curse that turns you into an evil, opportunistic creature that preys on the weak' thing was a steep sounding price. But to Brutrumukk - who already was an evil, opportunistic creature that preyed on the weak - that was like being paid to purchase something. The prices of the charcoal and the brazier sounded a bit steep though. However, Brutrumukk's gnomish mind got the sense that the brazier wasn't all that necessary anyway, and it also had an idea for how to get the charcoal without giving up memories.

[color=brown]"I'll take the pie, the clothes, an' the incense."[/color] The [s]bugbear[/s] gnome said to the darklings. [color=brown]"Also, you darklings like art things, yeah?"[/color] Brutrumukk paused then as he reached behind him and untied the string binding the balloon tarrasque to his backpack. [color=brown]"What do you think o' this?"[/color] Brutrumukk asked as he presented the balloon tarrasque to the darklings. [color=brown]"Looks pretty artistic, don't it? Got a nice color an' it's shaped like a tarrasque an' everything. You reckon I could buy the charcoal with this rather than me best memory?"[/color]