Sep 25, 2017 3:07 am
Tappy looks to Dustin with a slightly embarrassed look of surprise on her face.
Oh my me, dear adventurers, I completely lost myself in the marvel of the lady Heartboiler! I didn't mean to cause any of you any offense! I can certainly provide a slice or two of glow worm steak. We may also have some of the shredded steeder left in the back. Actually, I should probably.... her words fade away as she turns and hurries, red-faced, into the back. She returns a moment later with a tray of food with slabs of lightly seared glow worm steaks and a few mounds of the pulled steeder meat, complete with some pillowy-looking rolls.
Please, please, I really hope you don't think less of me! I would love to hear of your tales!
Meanwhile, the eccentric looking deep gnome looks at the hole in Cemos's armor.
Oh my, oh dear. What have you done to this my boy? How did, was that, oh my yes it must have been. You've been fighting oozes at some point, haven't you. Only thing that could possibly melt good steel like that, the ooze of a gray jelly, maybe? Yes. That or a black pudding perhaps. Either way, not a pretty picture. I could certainly repair - no, no repair. Those marks aren't good. It wouldn't ever be as sturdy as it could be. No, this will not do, just will not do. I've got nothing with me this trip fit for a dwarf, most things I have are scaled more appropriately for deep gnomes. However, I could likely have a set for you in two months, I would need to take some ore up to the surface. But where you'd get that. Hmm. Interesting. Perhaps... you know, perhaps if you had a good supply of materials, and were willing to spend a ten-day or two here in the city, I could try my hand at something I've wanted. You see, I'd love to make my own things, but no one here is willing to trust me. They are comfortable with the surface-made armors. But I'm positive, if you were to let me work for you, it would be a fine set of armor. the entire time, Enzo seems to focus on the armor and only the armor, almost ignoring everyone else (and everything else, including the decimated tray that once held a feast) in his soliloquy. With a shake, he looks up at the rest of you, before looking back to Cemos.
I'm sorry, I get lost in my thoughts when it comes to armor. What do you say? Would you be willing to find me enough material to make you a suit of armor? You'd likely have to take up lodging here. We'd need daily check ins so I could check individual pieces for fit?
Oh my me, dear adventurers, I completely lost myself in the marvel of the lady Heartboiler! I didn't mean to cause any of you any offense! I can certainly provide a slice or two of glow worm steak. We may also have some of the shredded steeder left in the back. Actually, I should probably.... her words fade away as she turns and hurries, red-faced, into the back. She returns a moment later with a tray of food with slabs of lightly seared glow worm steaks and a few mounds of the pulled steeder meat, complete with some pillowy-looking rolls.
Please, please, I really hope you don't think less of me! I would love to hear of your tales!
Meanwhile, the eccentric looking deep gnome looks at the hole in Cemos's armor.
Oh my, oh dear. What have you done to this my boy? How did, was that, oh my yes it must have been. You've been fighting oozes at some point, haven't you. Only thing that could possibly melt good steel like that, the ooze of a gray jelly, maybe? Yes. That or a black pudding perhaps. Either way, not a pretty picture. I could certainly repair - no, no repair. Those marks aren't good. It wouldn't ever be as sturdy as it could be. No, this will not do, just will not do. I've got nothing with me this trip fit for a dwarf, most things I have are scaled more appropriately for deep gnomes. However, I could likely have a set for you in two months, I would need to take some ore up to the surface. But where you'd get that. Hmm. Interesting. Perhaps... you know, perhaps if you had a good supply of materials, and were willing to spend a ten-day or two here in the city, I could try my hand at something I've wanted. You see, I'd love to make my own things, but no one here is willing to trust me. They are comfortable with the surface-made armors. But I'm positive, if you were to let me work for you, it would be a fine set of armor. the entire time, Enzo seems to focus on the armor and only the armor, almost ignoring everyone else (and everything else, including the decimated tray that once held a feast) in his soliloquy. With a shake, he looks up at the rest of you, before looking back to Cemos.
I'm sorry, I get lost in my thoughts when it comes to armor. What do you say? Would you be willing to find me enough material to make you a suit of armor? You'd likely have to take up lodging here. We'd need daily check ins so I could check individual pieces for fit?
