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"Well uh, I uh. . Seem ta 'ave made a weapon."
"What?!"
"Ah need to talk to the duke. That a, that feller goin'a be ok?"
I hear a pained cough from the knight. "I can feel my entire chest."
"H-He should live."
"Hope so, i'm gonna get." I quickly get out of there and after some talking with a few rather miffed guards i'm brought to the duke.
"What is it? Good news I hope." The young man asked, he's looking over a paper his scribe presented him as he walks through a storage room. Makes sense for a castle to have all this stuff i guess.
"Ah need ta know if ya got a catapult or someone who can do that funny magic stuff with air."
"We should have a few Mangonals. . . Yes here. As for mages you might have more luck with the guild. Now, the why obviously needs to be stated."
"I believe i 'ave made some rather awful gas that can force some 'ov dem orcs outta their forts." He looks at me incredulously for a minute, i hold up a hand. "Now i don't mean that kind of gas, it's like poisonous acid is what it is."
He looks thoughtfully at his sheet of paper and then turns to me again. "How much can you make?"
"How much sulfer and acid can you get from the local alchemist."
He seems to think for a moment. "Tomorrow then, finish up whatever you have planed for today and then lets get you started on that tomorrow. I'll send a runner to the town's alchemist asking for their entire stock."
"An i Might need somewhere to do it too, one o' yer guards got a breath of it and he's got one o' dem healing priest wit 'im."
"Somewhere will be set aside then. You're dismissed. And thank you."
I give the boy a nod and turn to head out of his storehouse.
>Go see the blacksmith.
>Find the local undertaker.
>Try praying at the local church.
>Write in for any other ideas.
