North Sea Dungeon

Pickpen's mouth twitches in his smile as the two tall-men pore over his map. He would have happily handed one over if asked! And what sort of person did they take that Az' guy take him for, 'good quality for what he looked like?!' It all settles back into place when their focus raises back up to him ...

He blinks the stars from his eyes as the pair make their way over, realizing he'd been spotted and thinking quickly. Pickpen wasn't certain whether or not he should feel disappointed or grateful for Cannady's corrections. On one hand, being seen as a child could be a good thing. On the other... Well ...

While many people passed through the lowest level of the dungeon, either bidding the open sky hello for the first time in days, or saying goodbye, it took a good eye to figure out who was worth anything. Those coming out beaten and exhausted, grizzled veterans and bright eyed newbies, this morning ...

im so sorry for doubting you o kind cre

(rokuro and loscan)

Pick's face stayed neutral as Theriot offered his hand. "No 'Mister'." He said, before taking Theriot's hand, giving it a solid shake. "Pick. My name's Pick." He smiled, before letting it go and swiping the vial from him in the same motion. He steps back, lifting it up to the torchlight to inspect ...

The moment Theriot pulls out the vial, Pickpen's strange eyes dilate. Just the way a cat's would, right before pouncing on its prey. Leaning forward, he nods as Theriot explains to him what it was, really only half-listening. A homemade Undine? He didn't know something like that existed. Then again ...

His expression brightens the moment he's gotten his way. "Anything that's interesting, really! Honestly, the guy who makes the maps likes the weirdest things. Really, you could give me what you think is trash to take back and he'd probably be happy." Pickpen shrugs, putting his hands on his hips ...

"Listen, Theriot. These are my terms." Pickpen said, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. "They're good, and any adventurer who's bought from me can attest to that. But you need to be willing to trust me. Besides, the price for them isn't even coin. This is a trade."

"Now, hold on." Pick said, picking up one of the bags of maps as he talked. "I'll take a down payment for them now, but you should know a lot can change in a week. If you're not going down today, then there's no reason to get it now." He began to try and convince Theriot, tugging one of the scrolls ...

"It depends, usually it's when my stock runs out. But if there's a shift in the dungeon, I immediately go back down to get new ones. You could still use the older ones, but if you end up at some impassable chasm or getting eaten by a pack of monsters, you can't blame me anymore, can you?" Pickpen ...