>>5910920“Yes. I’m a fleshcrafter. Minion spec. My adorable Woggy has been following us this whole time to make sure you don’t try anything funny.” She says, and points up to a rooftop of one of the nearby stalls.
You see nothing, until some of the planks in the woodwork roof start to move, then gain a greenish gray color, then resolve themselves into a squid head the size of your torso. It stares at you with hourglass shaped pupils, then disappears into the roof pattern again. A faint outline of an apelike creature with a squid head flits between two stall roofs, and you lose track of it again.
“Why? Did you just pick up a crafting skill? I don’t know what it’s like for Technocrats, but let me tell you: looking at a piece of meat and being able to know a thousand different ways it could be made to bloom is weird and cool at once.”
“Glad to have your trust. Speaking of, want to go out into a dark and dangerous swamp with my friend and I?”
“Hah. Well I guess I owe you at least that much, since you haven’t tried any funny business despite my entrancing beauty~.”
You approach the Seer’s domain. A small shop situated in what must be the outer wall of the Observatory, a sign hangs from the wall nearby with a triangular design on it. The corners of the triangle are painted with circles of red, blue, and green. A fresh purple smear on the interior of the triangle, and all of it contained within a twisted sunburst of unadorned wood surrounded by black. The entrance has rich drapes rather than a door. Sound seems to dampen around you, a faint and pleasant smell drifts in the air from the tendrils of smoke emerging under the cloth.
>Choose [1]>”You’ll probably get a discount if I go in with you.”>”I’ll wait outside.”>What equipment do you want Crispen to look for? Roll 3d100, 1 for price, 1 for quality, 1 to determine whose choice of equipment is bought if there’s no consensus>Armor [Choose 1]>Light>Medium>Heavy>Other?>Weapons [Choose 1]>Ranged>Melee (Specify) 