>>5684570>Art: Marie Taveapont>Alt-Text: A white leather keychain with two multicolored sections of Northern Ute beadwork.“Tell them I’m paying instead.”
6 Knife: Semirne jacālāe.
The workers just snicker but the Gardener pauses and gives an interested look.
“Yeah, I could tell from those fancy clotheses you’re a townie. Which means you know what this is.”
You pull out an ipu of dream door.
“One ipu of the good stuff and you leave these people alone for the year.”
6 Knife: Semirne ñi anwīþþēñi tō ankērrāoni. Sema jakīñen ien il jīstū ān ñi riēþ mapēxaē.
The Gardener smiles
Gardener: Jahē lā!
The seed-seller walks over to take their prize, but 6 takes one step and the Guildmember freezes in place
6 Knife: Sirnelne la janīsae pa anīwūra kā.
The Gardener looks unhappy with whatever 6 said, but they clearly aren’t brave enough to disagree.
Gardener: Manīsanen!
From the back of the crowd of farmers, a small person scurries towards the river, carrying a sack of beads.
They rapidly string together two identical cords handing one to the Gardener and one to you.
6 Knife: Proof of deal.
“Ugh! Business even makes drugs boring. Just take the stuff and get out.”
You toss the Ipu to the Gardener who grabs it greedily, holding it like a newborn.
The crew sail back up the river, the farmers standing vigilant until the Gardener is out of site.
“Wanna bet they kill each other over it?
6 Knife: No.
The Master of Death walks away, leaving you with Ōra and the other farmers.
Ōra: Your valuables unto them? Why?
> ”Now you owe me.”>” It was the right thing to do.”>” I’m a child of the Loa, it’s my job to take care of the unenlightened.” 