The research goes underway

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As the rabble of Sshamath engages in vicious and daring escapades against ever the bigger and more dangerous monsters, Tarin Urd'Nei a scholar and conjurer of the said school, son of Narthan Urd'Nei the transmuter, locked himself in the library with his minions and analysed tomes of ancient knowledge. Not much is known on the subject of his research nor it's purpose, but his peers suspect it might have something to do with planar travel, whilst others speculate that Tarin's child years witnessing creation of items in the Darkspires rubbed off on him and he now prepares to fabricate an item of great power. Or both...

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/// The duergar trader not a particular trader you can pin point in game. The screenshots were taken to help visualise the scene. No god-modding was intended.

/// Tongues spell in effect.

- You! You Duergar scrounge! Gimme all your mushrooms! My master requires those. Red cap and green spots. Toadstools will do too I will take all you have in that basket!

The merchant duergar turned around with an angry expression, looking who needs their face ironing with his tough knuckled fist, only to see to his surprise it was a mean looking bat with a sack of gold lying underneath.

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- Huh, wuh...?!
- Yes! I am the voice in your drunk head! Just like the vomit makes for flea food in your unkempt beard...
The duergar eyed the bottle of booze behind his rucksack and shyly pushed it away with his short foot.
- Oi, is tha right, ya vermin?! An who be yer most respectful master? Some scruffy apprentice is it?
- Her name is Anita...
- A'ni'ta?
- Gofradump. G-O-F-R-A-D-U-M-P. (spells it)

The bat displayed a set of fangs as if grinning.

- A'NI'TA GO'FR'A'DUMP?!?

Both blinked at one another, until it settled with the Duergar what he just said out loud. A burst of laugher was becoming audible, coming from bystanders witnessing the scene. The bat seeing the duergar's blood boiling and his dark face growing angry, momentarily pinched the basket and made the beeline for the library.

-YE THRICE CURSED FRUIT SUCKIN' SON OF A 'AMSTER! I'M GONNA... !!!

The cursing of an angry duergar continued to sound in the market square for a while as the familiar made his way back to his master. With a basket of mushrooms that is.

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