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"It was easy," The halfling thought to himself as he recalled the moments in the cave, "Like taking candy from a babe." He remembered traversing through the caves of the Spittlefist, where curiosity had taken place of greed. Where false friendships had formed, and intrigue had set in.
He remembered directing the woman halfling to the pool, asking her to search for anything hidden. He remembered the feel of the book as he opened it, the curiosity growing and growing. They didn't think twice. They were worried about their weapons and armor and other objects...
"A measly 4000 stags." He laughed to himself. Before it would have been a lot, but that book. You don't place a key to a chest containing a book, in a deep pool of water and goblin feces, if it held no importance. He turned out to be right.
As the troupe walked out of the cavern, he recalled the feel of the paper as it slipped through his fingers. He recalled the words of the banite priest who had written in the red tome. How the banites were controlling the Spittlefist to make an army, an army for some sort of "Sun Conflict". He also remembered the mention of the Bloodmaim.
He was ignorant to that name, only coming in from Athkatla Recently. But when he read the passage to his "friends" in the Half-Pint...it wasn't until then he realized the value of this tome to its fullest. Between the Thayan wench, and the halfling barkeep, the auctioneering went on. First from five crowns, then to ten. Finally the price reached fifty crowns. He remembered the joy that welled up inside of him, that tugging feeling that pulls at the heart.
Previously he had his own dubious plots for riches, the very thing he came to Sundren for. He had the Watch Captain's documents (which he stole from right under his nose), he had prison keys (which were also stolen), and he was planning on tricking a tax collector to hand over his documents as well. Then he would pose as a tax collector and grin as the people of Sundren handed over stag after stag, willingly.
This plot was nill though. He had fifty thousand stags in his posession, to do as he pleased.
It was easy...
He remembered directing the woman halfling to the pool, asking her to search for anything hidden. He remembered the feel of the book as he opened it, the curiosity growing and growing. They didn't think twice. They were worried about their weapons and armor and other objects...
"A measly 4000 stags." He laughed to himself. Before it would have been a lot, but that book. You don't place a key to a chest containing a book, in a deep pool of water and goblin feces, if it held no importance. He turned out to be right.
As the troupe walked out of the cavern, he recalled the feel of the paper as it slipped through his fingers. He recalled the words of the banite priest who had written in the red tome. How the banites were controlling the Spittlefist to make an army, an army for some sort of "Sun Conflict". He also remembered the mention of the Bloodmaim.
He was ignorant to that name, only coming in from Athkatla Recently. But when he read the passage to his "friends" in the Half-Pint...it wasn't until then he realized the value of this tome to its fullest. Between the Thayan wench, and the halfling barkeep, the auctioneering went on. First from five crowns, then to ten. Finally the price reached fifty crowns. He remembered the joy that welled up inside of him, that tugging feeling that pulls at the heart.
Previously he had his own dubious plots for riches, the very thing he came to Sundren for. He had the Watch Captain's documents (which he stole from right under his nose), he had prison keys (which were also stolen), and he was planning on tricking a tax collector to hand over his documents as well. Then he would pose as a tax collector and grin as the people of Sundren handed over stag after stag, willingly.
This plot was nill though. He had fifty thousand stags in his posession, to do as he pleased.
It was easy...