Rolled 12 (1d20)
>>6126644>>6126669>>6126711>>6126803>>6126931“Nah, that’s bullshit.” <span class="mu-r">You</span> huff, hands on your hips. “Fuckin’ highway robbery.”
The dwarf sailor flashes that greasy grin of hers, and you spot a golden tooth—evidence that she’s not exactly impoverished. She makes a big show of looking one way, then the other.
“I see as few highways around here as I do alternative options, unless ye ken something I dinnae?”
You feel your eye twitch at the thick dwarven brogue, which you increasingly apprise to be an deliberate affectation. As someone who can switch her accent up, like you did with Leif and his team, you know how to tell when someone is playing at a persona.
“Look, there’s GOTTA be some wiggle room,” you reason. “This ain’t my first time ‘round the block.”
“OR the docks!” CZ chimes in helpfully.
“Right, yeah, or that,” you say as you hold back a sigh. “We both know how this game is played. What’s yer REAL price, uh…”
“Svanhilda. Svanhilda Pearl.”
