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>79: Success (Close call)
"Ahem. Just so you know, ouw tour to the mines is to gathew ingwedients fow potions.” It’s not the main reason of your visit, but you DO plan to pick some herbs on the way to Luna, so it’s not a complete lie. It’s called omission!
"Po-po-potions...?" the smith stutters, frowning in confusion. "W-what the heck are you t-talking about?"
Making memory of Murdock's words at the church, you elaborate further. "Wew, I heawd that mana potions aw reawy difficuwt to make, so the pwiests aw aways in need of dem. And I guess the hospitaw can use heawing ones, too, so we want to give you dig- I mean, dwawves a fuwy hand and cowect the ingwedients fow them in the cave systems. Youw weapons wouwd be life saviouws in case any pwedatows attack us whiw we explow... oh, and if you couwd hand us two fiewy sticks, a bag to cawy hewbs, and maaaaybe one of those fun picky picky toows, dat wouwd be great."
As you finish explaining why helping you is to the benefit of the fortress, you notice anger and disbelief in the dwarf’s eyes. It seems your words aren’t reaching him for some reason. "Think about the chiwdren those potions could save, smith bro... think about-"
"SHUT UP!" He slams his hammer onto the iron bar resting on the anvil, deforming it. "Why t-the hell do you think you'll find a-a-anything useful in those f-forsaken m-mines?! D-do you even know w-what our potions are m-made of?!"
"Uhh... nope."
"T-then how do you KNOW you'll find t-the ingredients in there, y-you fuckin' dolt? There's a r-reason we built specialized g-gardens for 'em! They don’t j-just grow in ANY damned c-cave!"
“Errr… okay.” Gardens, huh? You never heard of that concept before. Too bad this is not the best time to ask what it means. You have to get on this smith’s good side first… and now, you’ll try appealing to something different - his appetite. “Even if thewe aw no plants wowth finding, we can stiw hunt some tasty game fow the feast tonite. Is that a good enough weason to give us the weapons we need?" These humielets are so stacked they must be food lovers. You’re bound to have hit the right spot with this…
"'Tasty game'?" The dwarf's wrath goes away, replaced by a perplexed stare with traces of genuine curiosity. "Y-you mean r-rodents, ssssnakes a-and spiders, t-the ONLY animals o-one can possibly find in t-those tu-tunnels? THAT's w-what your kind fi-finds tasty?"
You smile. "If you nevew tasted woasted rat in youw life, you nevew truwy lived."
The smith shakes his head with a disgusted face, looking down on gnoll cuisine. "G-goddamn, that's ho-ho-ho-horrible. You dogs are on a WHOLE d-different le-level of vulgarity."
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