North Sea Dungeon

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 ...

Pickpen really hoped that Theriot meant young as in 'young man', rather than a child. Judging by this man's clothes, he likely had some interesting bits and bobs on him. And thus, Pick pushed through, not letting things slip. "I go down quite into the dungeon a lot, but I wouldn't call myself an ...

Hah, this guy was acting like he'd never talked to a half-foot before. Mentally turning up his nose a bit to the offered hand, Pickpen steps forward to shake it with smile. "It's good to meet you, then! I'd point you to the exit right away, but you're a new adventurer, right?" He says, skirting ...

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the man aimlessly wandering through the main plaza gawking at wares was new here. Anyone with experience would know what they wanted, and any browsing would be done to get the best deals. Pickpen had been watching him for some time now, amused with the ...