>>5193118>>5193121>>5193189>>5193329>>5193351>Look over his goods a bit more closely.You ignore the ill-bred comment and look the man’s array of grave goods over once more. It’s just as you first thought; the vast majority is a mess of half broken weapons and armors torn from the corpses of dead adventurers. But on closer inspection, you find a few pearls among pig shit that might prove half-useful before you begin your journey proper.
You spot a small spherical bottle full of water–and you can make out the glass cross emblem of the CORPUS CHURCH atop its stopper. A bottle of holy water, most likely–especially effective against the unholy aberrations that litter these halls.
You find next to it an assortment of daggers. They’re rather pitiful at first glance, but upon closer inspection, you find that they’re meant to be thrown. They may prove useful if your rifle jams.
You see one–albeit, dingy and pathetic– small brass pocket watch. The face is open. It’s apparently 1:23. You suppose a way to tell the time in the dungeon may prove useful, but the clock itself seems rather strange.
“The pent I gave you should be enough to clear out your stall. I’ll take what I need.” You reach for your selection, but the merchant grabs your hand.
“Woah-woah-woah, pal! I’m generous, but I’m not that generous.” He scoffs. “You still gotta buy ‘em, all the same as the rest of us.”
“Then how much?” You scowl.
“Mmmm.. 30 pent, for each.” He remarks. You nearly choke. “No little, no less.”
“You’re not serious.” You stare daggers at the slug. You could afford that, but you’re not one to empty your pockets for junk.
“Sorry, pal. You know how tough the economy can be.” He winks. “Or, maybe I can part with just one for 1 pent.. Who knows?”
>Purchase the holy water.>Purchase the throwing daggers.>Purchase the stopwatch.>Leave this swindler and enter the catacombs.>Write-In. 