Jun 3, 2025 12:37 am
Dahlia grumbles, but hands over one of her last two silver for a room that night. Once safely inside, dry, and confident their crates of pigment are safe, she decides to check the contents. Assuming that there is indeed pigment within (and they hadn't just been fooled somehow), she turns to her companions and speaks.
"So I figure we ask around about the cost of booking a boat to Birevia, yeah? And to pay for it, maybe we take a small amount of this here pigment and put it in a separate bag. Then we go down to their market or whatever, say we ventured out there into the darkness, ran into the lynx, learned it is a boozehound, and then recovered this pigment, but we tell them that's all we got, so they don't try to rob us or nothing. We sell it, use the coin to pay for the boat, right? Fool proof."
"So I figure we ask around about the cost of booking a boat to Birevia, yeah? And to pay for it, maybe we take a small amount of this here pigment and put it in a separate bag. Then we go down to their market or whatever, say we ventured out there into the darkness, ran into the lynx, learned it is a boozehound, and then recovered this pigment, but we tell them that's all we got, so they don't try to rob us or nothing. We sell it, use the coin to pay for the boat, right? Fool proof."
OOC:
I know, off course, that it isn't fool proof!
