Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

*A one legged man with a wide brimmed hat and wooden teeth stands at the entrance to The Broken Goblet in Roaringshore.*



What I got 'Ere For sale be a one of a kind Treasure Map! Savvy? It be leading to the finest treasure a man ever did set eyes upon, finer than a Damsels kiss! This 'Ere map shall make Ye richer than a Sembite! Handsome as a Sunite and strong as a Minotaur! Ye Savvy? Now who 'Ere will be paying an old man in gold coins for this 'Ere map?

*A large, foreboding figure rises up the hill, encountering the old man. Molag'ur looks upon the map, grunting an answer*

"If you dare risk your life on the truth of your "so-called-treasure"... Then I can offer you part of the riches it holds, when I claim it... I need more power for my desires to be forfilled"

*The visor of the blackened helmet gazes upon the old man*

"... Or do you deal only in "Favors" or "coin"?"

Upon making her way through the bawdy meandering of it's drunk patrons and out the door of the Broken Goblet, awash in fumes of spiced liquor, a pair of emerald eyes snapped in the direction of the merchant.

"I..." Lifting a single, gloved digit, there stood be-speckled half-elf; bracing herself against the wall with opposite palm spread wide on the stone. *Hic*. Better. Her finger lowered, and the woman continued her staggering approach with a quickly growing smile; one that etched all the wider to cheshire levels upon seeing the black-helmed man. Unto he, she offered a shameless bat of long lashes in wink before returning attention to the weathered peddler himself.

"I'll make an offer an tha' map, ol' fella. Let's say... ten thousand in solid-gold pieces."

It be gold that makes this old heart beat. Favors, Profit shares, NAY! How would I know ye are even to make it back alive. It be coin round golden and pretty. That's what I be wanting. The risk be your own.

*says the old man to the crowd, his wooden teeth dripping with saliva.*

A man donned in armor of an ebon hue scans across the bar taking notice of the auction. His eyes scan between the would be bidders and the offers they make. The man chuckles, with a drink in one hand and a charcoal pencil in the other as he writes down something on a near by bar napkin. On his way out he would hand the napkin to the one legged man If you end this now I will pay you the amount written on that napkin now with no other questions asked.

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*the towering suit of blackened, sodden armour regards the women, then the old man. He emits a tired grunt.*

"Five thousand, on top of her ten. Plus... this canteen of ale that never dries up. So you can wash your old age away as entropy claims you"

*he looks onto the women*

"That is to say... if this one would consider sharing in the spoils... and paymet"

A Dwarf in red and black robes walks into the bidding group and pipes up.

"Twenty thousand for the map"

The dwarf looks about to see if anyone wants to continue the bidding.

*looks at the sail cloth napkin, with a smile*
We shall just have to see how this goes now Eh, An old man can not retire on grog alone!

Glancing to the newly arrived with a salacious grin, Mara cracked her knuckles, then her neck, and finally rolled her shoulders to offer a slurred; "Thirty thousand."

"Thirty-two thousand for the map then!" The dwarf exclaims looking at the woman. "And anyone wanting to join in the adventure can."

"Fiftee," she counters unto the elderly seafarer in greedy whisper before promptly drawing a mouthful from the bottle in hand.

"Sixty!" The dwarf looks calm and determined at this point.

The half elf laughed a husky sonata of several earthy notes, adjusting the crimson scarf at her collar. Swigging once more from her bottle, it was offered sidelong to the dwarf with a tapering smirk on ruby lips. "Darlin', darlin', ye breakin' my heart..." she uttered, amused, before turning back toward weathered peddler and offering an additional;

"Seventy bags, lovely."

Another Dwarf walks over, nodding to Mara.

"Nice to see ye again, but my kinsman here has my support."

He smiles and says

"I offer an extra 30 Bags for my friend, bringing his bid to 90 bags."

"Oi there, darlin'." she offered the second dwarf on his arrival, recognition flitting about freckled features. A gloved hand lifted to clutch at the woman's chest, rife with the inked tentacles of krakken, in an exaggerated expression of mock pain. "Ahhh!" came exclamation, blurted from parted lips. "Le'ss make it one hundred then..."