>>5197095>>5197075>>5197072>>5197063>>5197060>>5197056>Ask about his selection.>Examine the woman next to the merchant.“What have you got?” You cross your arms.
“Ahaha.. Ah, yes, yes, of course, one moment..” He rubs his moustache. “Hmm.. right here, we have a CHOIR mask of the CORPUS CHURCH, useful against DHAMPIR and VAMPIRIC tricks and illusions. And here, some SILVER ROUNDS, for the occasional beastly presence.. Aha–some RATIONS, in case you might need to camp, or distract a monster..”
He continues to ramble on for the rest of his ill-gotten grave goods. In the meantime, you look to the woman by the man. She’s short and frail in appearance, her clean, frilly lady’s dress in sharp contrast to the cold stone grounds around her. The knife that hangs from her hip is held by a ribbon–you note that the edge is lightly stained with a deep, dark hue. She continues to stare.
“Hmm? An eye for my daughter?” The merchant cuts in with a chuckles. “Well, she is about that age.. But her mind’s in a rather strange place, you see. A few trips too many down into the catacombs for grave goods, I presume..”
“You’d send your daughter to do your dirty work for you?” You narrow your eyes.
“Well, she’ll return to this shrine all the same, won’t she?” The merchant raises a brow. “And she’s a rather capable combatant, you know. Ah–speaking of–you’re on your way down, aren’t you? You know, I can hand over all these goods for free if you’d do me a favor..”
>Hear the man’s favor out.>Purchase the man’s choir mask.>Purchase the man’s silver rounds.>Purchase his rations.>Leave him alone. Go speak to the armored one.>Write-In. 