>>5279482neither did i lol>>5279562>>5279519>>5279482>>5279451>>5279422>>5279417>>5279415>>5279414>Speak to the merchant.You step from the wall and toward the merchant, who now sits alone–the last one of the dungeon, his form is hidden behind a thick black cloak that guises the bones beneath. The dhampir’s half-brother sits before a fine velvet cloth, an impressive assortment of items that belie a strange sense of power and awe unlike any mere grave trinkets you’ve seen before. He perks up upon your approach.
“Ah.. you must be the noble my dear big sister has told me so much about, huh? I certainly hope you’re treating her well.” His voice is nasal and irritating. “Otherwise, I’d have a real <span class="mu-i">bone</span> to pick with you!”
You don’t respond.
“A bone to pick. Because I’m a skeleton.” A magical eye in the skull’s socket winks. “Name’s Yorrick. And what? Not a fan of puns? Talk about <span class="mu-i">marrow</span>-minded.”
As you begin to look his goods over, he huffs in annoyance at your refusal to play along. “Alright, big guy--since you’re too much of a big shot blue blood to even give me a pity laugh–these goods aren’t normally for sale. They’re a collection, the finest pickings off the strongest champions of the dungeon. But, since my sister asked so nicely.. you can pick just one for the trip ahead. They’re <span class="mu-i">bone</span>-afied quality!”
You spy three in particular whose form factor strikes you as the most reasonable to carry with you through the block ahead. A pale, thin white crown that emanates a deep and bloody magic. An ebony flintlock, done up with fine engravings and with several alabaster bullets next to it. And a black, stiletto thin knife–a MISERICORDE.
>Choose the CROWN.>Choose the FLINTLOCK.>Choose the MISERICORDE.>Ask about Yorrick. He certainly seems like the happiest of Ava’s half-siblings..>Ask of his relationship with his other brothers and sisters.>Leave this annoying skeleton be and progress to the block ahead.>Write-In. 