*A drunken dwarf known by some as Walker can be seen recently oggling through various plunders that he comes to the Friendly Arms to dump out on the ground and sort. The avaricious old dwarf's eyes go bright as his thick, sausage like fingers caress a warhammer, cold forged of solid iron and gleaming with enchantment. He flings several suits of mithral armor and some other items around callously, looking to see if anything else holds great value. He scratches his beard while gazing at the hammer, drinking deeply from his flasks. Should anyone inquire he would entertain offers both coin and trade.*
Dusty TomeSOLD to Lockonnow
Dusty Tome
-Unopened, unread, un-skill checked
Warhammer
+4 EB
Cold Iron
+2 HP
AB +2 vs Good
Mithral Half Plate
8/2
+1 AC
Mithral Chain Shirt
4/6
-2 reflex saves
Bastard Sword
EB +1
Cold Iron
Vamp Regen +1
Finch's Fine Chapeau
+4 bluff/diplomacy
+2 perform/sleight of hand
Light Shield
1d4 neg. energy dmg
+3 elec saves
-3 will saves
The drunken dwarf looks up at the man as he makes his offer on the tome. He squints at the man, studying him as his eyes light up with greed at the mention of gold. He speaks in a drunken slur, spittle flying from is wet lips as he does so.
"60 bags fer dis ole' moldy book? Guess I do be in da wrong business fer makin' a horde. It do be yers, feller, long as yer gold is da right color an' weight."
The drunken dwarf watches in awe, rubbing his hands greedily at the bidding. He sighs finally as one of the bidders walks away and nods to the winner, passing the tome to him.