In response to Darvin's impudent comments, Hring retorted, "Do you have any idea what you are asking? Even a keelboat is 3,000 gp! A seafaring vessel could easily cost 30,000 gp, and on top of that, you brazenly claim, to a merchant that you'll be using the ship for piracy. I ask you for the head of the wererat matriarch, and you counter by asking for the moon. 750 gp for you, and 3,000 for a ship? That is ridiculous! And the 'h' in my name is silent. It's pronounced 'rrrring', with a rolled 'r!'"
Hring glared at the half-elf. After a moment, he was thoughtful, "You boast well, though. If you are set on clearing the sewers, rather than simply trying to remove the queen, I will send a couple of my men with you to assist in making sure none escape your grasp. If you can convince me that you can pull it off, I would be willing to pay you 50 gp up front and 100 gp once the deed is done. Do you have a plan, or do you just expect that you will somehow be able to overcome the foes I have opposed these past 4 years with a bit of luck?"
"Plan?" Thought Talathel. "This is the man that just jumped into the sewers without a way out."
ReplyDeleteThe elf closed his eyes and shifted his weight around. For a poor monk, fifty gold was a lot. More rum was to be had.
"How much oil could you get your hands on Master Merchant Hring?" Beranhond said, a brilliant, but possibly unusable plan coming to his mind.
ReplyDelete"Oil, you ask? Well, the Western Hartlands specialize in gold, silver, wool, and pottery, but there is a good amount of oil stored in the city at any point that can be had for a price. How much would you need?" Hring asked, intrigued.
ReplyDelete"As much as we can get. It is time to make a tunnel of death for the vile critters."
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