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It was nice knowing you, 2023. I only hope the year that comes after you is just as nice to know.
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Hey, Witch Doctor! Give us the magic words!
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Bartholomew would deem those terms acceptable. But before giving his word to do anything, he would insist on reading the contract that D'Arcy signs to ensure that the Lieutenant hasn't snuck any changes to the deal into the fine print. He will be very thorough in his reading. Very thorough. It will be quite the time consuming process.

Of course, if Lieutenant D'Arcy was to offer a little something extra up front as a show of good faith, that would assuage enough of Bartholomew's doubts to move things along.
Brutrumukk


The silence stretched between them, thick and tense, as Brutrumukk stared Jub down, waiting for a response. Jub however, remained silent. The goblin's mouth opening briefly before closing again, as if words had escaped him entirely. After a few more moments of awkward stillness, Brutrumukk gave a small, triumphant nod, taking Jub’s silence as a clear sign of concession. With a satisfied grin, the bugbear gnome turned on his heel, leaving the goblin behind without a second thought. His focus shifted to Aaliyah and without hesitation he set off after her, prepared to follow her lead to wherever she intended to go.
I just made a miniature for Bartholomew in Hero Forge.
@Birdboy

Understandable. Thanks for playing, Birdboy. Should you ever rediscover your creative energies, know that you are more than welcome to rejoin the game.
I rolled two basic successes. I then attempted to re-roll for a critical, but lost one of the basic successes instead.
This is of course merely a suggestion for polite conversing or haggling.


What would you suggest for impolite haggling? Currently, Bartholomew is trying to leverage the fact that there is an angry mob at D'Arcy's door and that Bartholomew is the only one willing to supply the Lieutenant's demand for help to drive up the payout he'll get from this job.
An amused smile played across Grandfather Trafalgar's lips when Miloh thought that the merchant's use of 'Sonny Jim' was an attempt at guessing Miloh's name. The old man opened his mouth to set the record straight, but paused when he saw Miloh turn to look at something behind them. When the sight caused Miloh's hackles to raise, Grandfather Trafalgar looked to see what had sparked such a reaction and saw a white haired woman, bedecked in runic plate and holding a formidable war axe, approaching them. "Steady now, Miloh." The storyteller spoke to the boy in a soft, calming tone. "I don't believe she means to look so threatening." The Ćororo elder straightened himself up then and turned his gaze to Caria. "Lasho dyes tuke, friend!" Grandfather Trafalgar called out to the new arrival in friendly greeting. "What brings you so armed to this place of festivity?"
Bartholomew saw no reason to correct D'Arcy's misconception over him not being local. Though that last sentence was definitely a record that needed to be set straight. "Take?" The Boggart asked. "No no no... You will not be taking my help. You will be paying for it. And don't think for a second that the standard rate for outside help is going to cut it. I know you Imps only consider that option when you've exhausted all others. So... let's talk crystal."
"There you are!" A familiar voice called out before the Rodian could respond. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one. Vanovar was glad for anything that would take his mind off of how much degradation he had allowed to seep in. "I've been lookin' all over for you."

"Ah. I suppose I have been moving about a bit too eagerly now that I think about it." Vanovar said with a tone of apologetic sheepishness.

"You buyin' replacement parts for the ship or somethin'?" Klara asked.

"Perhaps." Vanovar answered. "I only just arrived, so I don't know the specifics of what's in stock here."
Skobeloff


"That is true." Skobeloff admitted. "But that doesn't mean your condition should go completely ignored. More often than not, problems get worse when they're ignored." Skobeloff paused then, looking as if he were considering something. After a moment, the trickster continued. "As far as resources go, you're still small enough that you wouldn't need much. And really, all that stuff about things getting bad at some point is just fearmongering for the most part." He said. "As for taking the Crafter's away from those who need it more, that should only be something to worry about if you consider asking one of the older Crafters. If you were to go to a Crafter around your age who knows their way around wood, metal, wiring, and plastic; they'd be able to help you and you wouldn't have to worry about those worse off than you not getting the help they need... And furthermore..." Skobeloff leaned in closer to Coryn then and whispered so that only he could hear. "If the real issue is that you're too embarrassed to ask, don't be. A lotta dragons have limb problems, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

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