>>1720272
>> Go straight to the problem
Grumble, just because we have to work doesn't mean we can't bitch and moan about it.

>>1720272
> Go straight to the problem

>>1720272
>> Go straight to the problem

>>1720285
>>1720292
Seconded.

Wonderful opening, by the way, QM.

>>1720272
>Go straight to the problem
This seems interesting.

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>>1720285
>>1720292
>>1720309

Problems to fix, and bosses to bitch at us; just another Monday. Writing

>>1720312

Thanks man. Away we go

>>1720285
>>1720292
>>1720309
>>1720312
>>1720317

Wasting no more than a moment to start grumbling to yourself, you immediately make your way towards the source of the problem. It’d not hard to find either, there’s almost a dozen people, all dark hair and tanned skin like your employer, crowding around one of the carriages up ahead. One of them notices you, and a quick murmur goes through the group. As you approach, they all back away like you have the plague. You can hear the occasion attempt at a quiet comment on you and your appearance, but you ignore it.

There’s work to be done, and getting bogged down in another pointless argument about your blonde hair isn’t going to solve things. So you walk past them as they gossip, approaching the broken down machine.

Give me 3 1d100+5’s, please.

Rolled 51 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1720390
Nat 100

Rolled 92 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1720390

Rolled 59 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1720390

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>>1720406

97 Outstanding Success

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>>1720406

>>1720398
>>1720406
>>1720409

You immediately drop to the ground and crawl under the vehicle. The problem becomes apparent almost the moment you get oriented: the shoddy, cobbled together wiring of this machine got knocked loose. You idly think that it probably got knocked out of place from a loose rock ricocheting off one of the wheels hitting the exposed undercarriage.

Securing the jury-rigged contraption as best you can, you crawl back out and hop to your feet. A quick look to make sure that the cobbled together engine isn’t damaged, you manually start the entire sodding thing.

It sputters and coughs for a moment, almost making yourself feel like you messed up somewhere along the line, before roaring to life. Turning back to the small crowd, none of them say a word to you before dispersing.

> What now?
> Take a look around before the caravan starts up again
> Go back to sleep
> Other

>>1720501
>> Go back to sleep
Just another day of our life on the road

> Take a look around before the caravan starts up again

>>1720501
>Other
Explain to your "employer" what the problem was.

>>1720501
>You deserve a drink for this. That annoying little man be damned

>>1720501
>Go back to sleep

>>1720523
No we need to be seem as a god in engineering by them

>>1720501
>> Take a look around before the caravan starts up again

>>1720501
>Go to sleep

>>1720517
>>1720538
>>1720515
>>1720532

Take a quick look around, then back to sleep for our hero it is.

>>1720515
>>1720517
>>1720523
>>1720528
>>1720532
>>1720538
>>1720544

Out of almost compulsion, you take a look around your surroundings. The area you’re in currently is mostly woodlands and forest, thick and impassible at points aside from the dirt path you’re on. There’s no sign of bandits, or wildlife, or… other things… that might pose a threat to you. And you like that.

Because it means you can go back to sleep now.

You walk briskly back to your carriage, passing by your employer who’s looking at you in disbelief. You fight the urge to offhandedly remark that if he didn’t cheap out on repairs so much he wouldn’t have so many break downs. The fact that routine maintenance would put you out of a job keeps your mouth firmly shut.

Entering your section, you lay back down where you were previously. The hard wood floor isn’t comfortable in the slightest, but it’s not the worst place you’ve taken a nap on. Thankfully, the process of repairing the engine took less than three minutes. You easily nod back off.

>>1720578

> For those of you joining us now, this quest was created in the Build a Quest thread. You can skim through that to get the overview of the world we're in and the man we're playing. For the most part, the majority of those details will be brought up in this first actual quest thread. However, do feel free to ask questions about this.

>>1720578

Hours later, you wake up in time to arrive at your destination. It’s some random border town you never got around to learning how to pronounce the name of. Something along the lines of “Bao Shang”.

You picked it because it was the first name on the map that popped out to you. In retrospect, that probably wasn’t the best idea.

Regardless, you gather your meager things and depart. Your employer curses your name one last time; you give him a wave back.

Getting into the town proper, you stop. You’re not exactly going anywhere in particular, but you’ve learned that aimlessly wandering is a good way to get robbed.

First things first, you should
>Take stock of your supplies
>Scope out the town
>Other

>>1720660
>>Take stock of your supplies

>>1720660
>Take stock of your supplies

>>1720660
>Take stock of your supplies

>>1720660
>>Take stock of your supplies

>>1720660
>>Take stock of your supplies

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>>1720665
>>1720677
>>1720679
>>1720686

You decide it's time to take stock of your supplies. You're finally in a town, it'd be stupid to not stock up at some point. But first, you need to know what you already have.

You have:
> One (1) Heavy Cloak with Hood
> One (1) Concealed Dagger
> Two (2) Changes of Clothing
> Two (2) Silver Coins
> Five (5) Copper Coins
> Zero (0) Ration Packs

You're definitely at the end of your reserves. You guess it'll cost about one Silver coin for a night at an inn, and three Copper coins for a small meal.

You're going to need money if you want to stock up to a reasonable degree.

>>1720660
>Go back and kill the little man, steal everything he owned.

>>1720710
Cloak? Hood? Dagger? No money?

Time to rob the rich and get Gold coins baby.

>>1720721
Sounds more like time to be stupid as fuck. We fix shit, not rob people.

>>1720733
Why is it that we can't do both?
When was a morality alignment established?

>>1720710
>Go to Inn, buy a night, and get a small meal.
>Ask for any jobs at inn, we're a handy man for hire, we can fix anything

>>1720744
>>1720748
Both statements seconded.

>>1720713

The dark thought crosses your mind, and you seriously consider it. He was a greedy asshole.

And then you hear it. Almost tauntingly, the sound of the same engine you did your best to get back into mint condition roars and grumbles. Turning around, you see the little shit leading the convoy back out of town, full of people going elsewhere.

Well, shit, there goes that.

>>1720710
Get a meal, bed and ask around in the tavern for a job. After all, there's always something in need of fixing.

>>1720744

> Moral alignment was never established, correct. What was established though was that our existing skill set is focused on engineering, problem solving, and artificer work in general. The option to be a more Rogue-like character was available, but popular vote decided against. Doesn't mean we can't do some breaking and entering, it just means that the skill checks will reflect our lack of aptitude.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1720733
>>1720748
>>1720756
>>1720773

Find a place for the night, get food, and start seeing if anyone's looking for a handy man.

Rollin' and Writin'

>>1720783
'handy' man *wink wink*

*twirls dagger*

>>1720835
The thing is, we're not good at rogue shit. We're an artificer. I don't care about the morality shit, we don't steal because we have things we are better at.

>>1720859
We can do multiple things, best learn to utilize some different skills in order to protect ourselves or assert ourselves when the chips are down and we don't have Bots at our disposal.

>>1720835
>>1720859
>>1720872
If ever rob anyone or do rogue things, we of course have to start small. So no killing any person on sight, nor stealing without first understanding who we're stealing from.

We don't want a warlord on our ass, trying to be pro rouge

>>1720888
I was just suggesting some simple alleyway grab and threaten for their coin purse, low roll requirements for some easy $$$.

Assuming we can't find any good tinkering work

>>1720909
How about we steal from kids first?

The problem really is that we're the tallest, blonde blue eye European in the mist of "not Chinese" so that person will just said it's us.

>>1720783

Deciding it's time to get moving again, you throw your pack back over your shoulder and get moving further into the town.

This isn't a heavily populated town, it was in the middle of nowhere border between the Western and Eastern provinces. Some claimed it was important for keeping two clashing cultures in line with one another and others yet claimed it made for good trade. The second one you could see, but it didn't take a genius to know why neither side made a move to bring the neutral ground into the fold: the area was just too shit for either to care about.

Looking about the crowd, you notice a few individuals with Western features; none are full blooded like yourself, but it makes sense that there'd be mixing here. The rest of the crowds are either fully Eastern, or doing a good job of hiding their heritage.

Your short trip doesn't go unnoticed either, sporadically placed are guards in light or medium armor wielding spears. To a man, each one you pass gives you a hard look and tracks you until you're out of sight. It's not hard for them to do either, your mop of blonde hair, and the fact that most of the people around you barely make it to your chin, easily identifies you from crowd.

Even so, no one stops you or does anything more menacing than stretch and you continue on your way.

It takes some time, but you find a Western- Style Inn on the other side of town. You bump it down to Western-ish when you make your way through the front doors and find you're a room that's a strange mix of Western and Eastern cultures. There's a perfectly normal bar ahead of you, looking at home despite the fact that a group of guests are kneeling on the floor bare feet away from the stools.

Still, your entrance goes almost unnoticed, the few that notice you look you over once before returning to their companions or their food.

Ahh, good olde Apathy. You missed her so much.

What now?
> Go take a seat at the bar
> Look around for a job board
> Other

>>1720934
>> Look around for a job board

>>1720934
>> Look around for a job board

>>1720934
>> Look around for a job board

We'll drink as a reward for finding work.

>>1720944
>>1720978
>>1720997

The day isn't over yet, back to work.

Give me three 1d100+5's please.

Rolled 6 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1721013

Rolled 76 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1721013
Nat 100

Rolled 36 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1721013

>>1721029
>81
Pretty good throw if I do say so myself.

>>1721029

81, Good Success

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>>1720934

That bar looks extremely alluring at the current moment, all smooth polished wood where beer, mead, and food (actual food!) call themselves at home.

But the day is far from over. And you've gone hungry for longer than an afternoon before.

So, following the natural instinct you have from being in dozens of bars with job boards before, walk forward and to the right. The job board is right there with it's promising contracts of silver and opportunities to tinker around with tech you've never seen before and paper matting and what?

Your eyes focus, and you realize there's no job board at all. Seriously, who ever designed this bar must have been insane. They just put up one of those paper sliding doors Easterners love to use instead of a nice, solid wooden door right on the wall. The bloody door doesn't even lead anywhere!

With a sigh, you step back. Clearly this is just another reason why you prefer Western bars to this... this... whatever the fuck this crap was!

Before you can really get yourself going, though, you notice that one of the patrons is looking at you. You meet his gaze, to which he returns for a few seconds, before looking at someone over your shoulder. Since he turns back to his drink after, you look to where he was staring.

Behind the bar counter, there's a dark-haired woman there staring at her. You can tell that she wants to say something, but doesn't know what to say exactly.

The thought occurs to you that she shouldn't be trying to speak to you at all, besides your previous employer, you've probably had a collective four words said to you by an Easterner.

And then you notice, poking out from under her hair, a single, pointed ear.

She's an Elf.

What now?
> Walk straight up to the bar and sit down
> Pretend not to notice and go somewhere else
> Other

>>1721154
>> Walk straight up to the bar and sit down. Ask the bartender elf for a glass of sake and if anybody's asking for a handyman.
>Possible charisma check.

>>1721181
Seconding this.

>>1721154
>> Walk straight up to the bar and sit down. Ask the bartender elf for a glass of sake and if anybody's asking for a handyman.
>>Possible charisma check

>>1721181
>>1721230
>>1721233

Pray to the dice gods, anons. You only get one first impression.

3 1d100's if you would

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>1721261
NAT 100

WANT SOME SUCC

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>1721261

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1721261

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>>1721292
wat

>>1721292

Fucking Hell

Well, that's our first Nat 100. Would you guys like to convert that crit success into a normal success and gain 1 FATE POINT?

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>>1721292
I knew a Nat 100 was coming

She giving us the succ

>>1721292
OOO SHIT

>>1721300
Yes please.

>>1721300
YES

>>1721300
Does this mean we get free sake?

>>1721300
No, we turn her into our elf waifu

>>1721300
Yes

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>1721304
>>1721310
>>1721337

Congrats, Anons, you have gained 1 FATE POINT. From here on, you can expend this point to negate one critical failure.

> FATE POINTS: 1

>>1721325
>>1721334

Who knows where this encounter will lead? All you know is that you just made one hell of a first impression.

Writin'

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>>1721154

You'll be honest: She's bloody hot. Dark hair and pale skin suit her well, along with a nice pair of emerald green eyes.

You'll also be honest in that it's been a while.

So, really, who can blame you for the string of ideas that go through your head.

Feeling perfectly justified in your next course of actions, you casually walk up to the bar, take the seat directly in front of her, and give her an award-winning smile.

Her heart doesn't stop, but it's a damn near thing if the massive flinch is anything to go by. You have to give her credit where it's due, she's taken things better than you expected.

However, you really don't plan on stopping with a smile.

"Hello, miss, are you in need of a handy man? Oh, and I'll have some alcohol. Before, during, or after all work for me" Your grin is practically shit eating at this point.

There's a moment where she goes rosy, but then her eyes harden slightly and it goes away. It's obvious she's been hit on plenty before, though it really begs the question of why she reacted to you in the first place? Maybe it's because you're not plastered out of your mind.

"I can serve you alcohol, though that kind of service is something you'll have to find somewhere else".

Well, that was fun while it lasted:
> Go for a more professional approach, you do still need a job
> Joke some more, you can't remember if you've ever gotten a reaction like that

>>1721490
>>Joke some more
Having connections in this new town, especially in a place like a bar/inn, is fantastic.

Also, potential party member.

>>1721490
>> Go for a more professional approach, you do still need a job

>>1721490
> Go for a more professional approach, you do still need a job
> What's an elf doing in Not China

>>1721490
>> Go for a more professional approach, you do still need a job

But keep a bit of the charm.

>>1721516

She's definitely going to remember you. Your choices coming up will decide what she remembers.

>>1721520

Who knows what an elf is doing in Not China?

>>1721526
>>1721531
Fine, we'll go with professional.

>But keep a bit of the charm.

>>1721531
that was a question directed at the elf, m9.

>>1721517
>>1721520
>>1721526
>>1721540

Who says a professional can't smile?

Writin'

>>1721548

Fair enough

>>1721490

It takes you a moment to realize that there's probably been quite a number of drunk guys asking if she's a hooker, not just flirting, before. Given how quickly she recovered, it's old news to her at this point.

And, as much as you'd like to see her blush again, you really need a job. And a meal. And lodgings. So maybe you shouldn't piss off this inn's barkeep.

You keep up the smile though, since that seemed to get to her more than the half-attempted flirting did.

"Easy, miss" You move your hands wide in what you hope is a calming gesture in this culture, "All jokes aside, I'm looking for a nice meal, a place to sleep, and a-".

"Job, yeah I could tell" She looks down at you, "You were looking for the job board, correct? Well, things work a bit differently in this town".

You give her a questioning look for her to continue. She obliges, "See, here, if someone needs a request of sorts done, they come here to this bar and tell me about it. From there, I go through the people who normally complete these requests and send them to meet with the original individual. From there, your contract is negotiated between the two parties first-hand".

You refrain from asking her if everything in the East is this overly convoluted. The fact that you have to go find your employer even after accepting, although in this case it'd probably more so be getting assigned, a request instead of just going out and doing it confuses you. Though, you suppose working directly between parties, instead of using a bar as a proxy, would carry certain advantages.

It's at this point that you realize you haven't introduced yourself. Some professional you are...

"It's a bit late," You begin, holding out your hand for her to shake, "But my name's John; I'm an Artificer".

She regards your hand for a moment silently. You can't really blame her, considering your hand is calloused and scarred. She still takes it, though, giving you a small squeeze, "Sierra, Bartender".

What's the first thing you'd like to ask her?
> Do you have a job I'd be able to do?
> Can I get some food?
> Where are you from?

>>1721704
>> Do you have a job I'd be able to do?

>>1721704
>> Do you have a job I'd be able to do?

>>1721719
>>1721724
Seconded.

>>1721719
>>1721724
>>1721733

If you don't work, you don't eat

>>1721704
>> Do you have a job I'd be able to do?

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>>1721704

"So, Sierra," You begin, trying your best to not word this poorly, "You wouldn't happen to have any jobs for a man of my 'caliber', would you?"

She doesn't seem to take your comment the wrong way, simply thinking to herself for a moment before turning back to you.

"Do you have experience repairing wiring and magic conduits?" Is her first question.

You nod, "Yeah, plenty".

She too nods, before taking a long look at you. You notice her gaze leaves your eyes for a while before coming back up, "As of now, I've got two jobs you can take: one you can do now, and the other you'll need to wait until later to do".

"Okay?" You can't help the uncertainty in your voice at how vague she's being, "What's the first job about?"

"You'd be helping out Old Man Goo Hwi, before you ask yeah he's been around for a while. He's got a few magical lamps he'd like to have repaired, but an Artificer is a rarity around these parts".

"Alright, I can fix those so long as I can take a look at what's been damaged. What's the second job?" You can't help but ask.

Sierra goes quiet again and stares at you, "The second job is here, after closing. Come here and help me out, and I'll give you a meal on the house".

You can't help but feel there was a bit left unsaid there, though your instincts tell you it might not be what you're expecting.

What now?
> Ask about where Goo Hwi lives
> Ask more about that 'second job'
> Other

>>1721808
>> Ask about where Goo Hwi lives

>>1721808
>> Ask about where Goo Hwi lives
Take both jobs, we're going to be back here

>>1721808
>> Ask about where Goo Hwi lives

>>1721823
Seconded.
We'll finish the first job as fast as possible and chill out at the bar until closing time.

>>1721808
Wait hold up, ask if Goo Hwi is a raging xenophobic, first. Kiss our job goodbye if he is.

>>1721704
>It's at this point that you realize you haven't introduced yourself.
Fuck, I was hoping MC would forget to ask

>>1721848
seconded

>>1721808
>>1721848

It takes a moment, but you realize there's a really important question to ask here.

"Uhh, Sierra?" You can't help but feel awkward here, "What's 'Goo Hwi' like?"

"Well," She tilts her chin and considers her words, "He's old for one. Like, seriously, unnaturally, old. He's been around a bit longer than I ha- Ah!". You're amused at the fact that even elves can trip up like that.

Sierra gives you a glare in response.

"I guess what I meant to say was... is he an... asshole?" You're not entirely sure how to phrase it, but you point to your hair and your eyes and Sierra gets the message.

"I'll be honest, I really don't know for sure, though I don't think you have to worry about that".

"And why's that?"

"Goo Hwi is blind"

...

"Why the hell does he need lights fixed if he's blind??"

"How should I know, do you want the job or not?"

> Ask where Goo Hwi lives
> Ask more about that 'second job'
> Other

>>1721922
>> Ask where Goo Hwi lives

>>1721922
Alright NOW we...
>> Ask where Goo Hwi lives

>>1721922
>> Ask where Goo Hwi lives
Finish as fast as we can to take the second job

>>1721922
>> Ask where Goo Hwi lives

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>>1721922
>>1721928
>>1721933
>>1721953
>>1721954

"Alright, alright, I'll take the job, ease up now" You give Sierra what you hope is a disarming smile. You can't tell if it worked, but she stops glaring at you regardless, "Where's the Old Man live anyways?"

"Southern outskirts of town, you can't miss the place"

That doesn't sound ominous at all.

"Right, I'll go do that" You get up from your bar stool, grab your things, and leave, waving to Sierra on the way out.

The day is well into the late afternoon at this point, and you pick up your pace as you make your way through the crowds. You'd like to get this job done, and then get some drink in you before you have to deal with whatever the 'second job' is.

Making your way out of the town proper, you find a single path leading Southwards. Looking around, you don't see a home of any sorts. The path also doesn't look too well traveled.

Sierra did say 'Outskirts'. Of course, she neglected to tell you just how far outside of the city Goo Hwi's home was.

Sighing to yourself, there's really only one way to go; you start down the path.

...

As far as you can tell, it's been almost an hour and you still haven't seen anything. You're not entirely complaining, it's been a while since you were able to just take a stroll through a forest. You keep check around yourself to see if you'll get ambushed, but nothing catches your eye aside from a pair of squirrels chasing each other.

A bit further, though, and you catch the beginnings of a home. Your last few steps brings the whole thing into view and you stop in your tracks.

Sierra wasn't joking.

The home, if you can call it that, is probably close to twice, if not three, times the size of Sierra's bar. Done up in what you can really only think of as some kind of temple, the entire building manages to be at once imposing and homey. You realize the large garden and assorted shrubbery contribute to the later.

Speaking of which, there's a figure tending to a section of flowers.

An Old Man.

Without any issue, he rises from his kneeling position and turns to you.

"Aahh...? Are you the young lad Sierra messaged me about? Well, don't be a stranger now".

Immediately, two things catch your eye.

> Pic Related

What's your response?
> Write in

>>1722132
Where are the lights you need fixed?

>>1722132
Put up a piratey accent for bonus charisma points
>Aye. The name's John, laddy, and ye must be Goo Hwi?

>>1722132
First, be respectable.
Ask him if he's Goo Hwi.
If so ask him if he's a monk or religious figure, if so, address him as so called religious figure.
Then, introduce yourself as an artificer who'd like to fix his magik lights.
Finally, ask where the lights are located.

(We'll negotiate prices later.)

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I've got a canteen full of caffeine, my roommates are asleep, it's late at night, and I'm fucking ready to quest the shit out of this thread.

My body is ready, QM. Take it away.

>>1722150
>>1722184
>>1722197

For some reason, you have the incredible temptation to put on a stupid accent. It's an impulse decision, and thankfully you squash it before it gets much further than that.

Instead, since you feel so absurdly out of your depth at the moment, you fall back on what works best: politeness.

Stepping forwards, you give him a formal bow before speaking up, "Yes, I am here on behalf of Sierra. You are Goo Hwi, correct?"

He chuckles slightly at your actions and tone, "Ah, relax son, I'm retired nowadays. No need to be formal to a man with no title".

You feel embarrassed, mostly at the fact that you're telegraphing your nerves so much, and that you just bowed to a blind guy. Seriously, it's not like he'd notice...

"Alright, can you show me the lights that need repair?" Your tone settles as you get into a more professional mindset.

Goo Hwi motions for you to follow him as he begins to slowly walk further into what you're now thinking of as 'the compound'. Moving to catch up, you match his pace alongside him.

There's a bit of comfortable silence as you step inside. He takes off his shoes, and you hasten to follow his lead.

You've got to admit, for such a large home, things feel rather... spartan. You know Eastern Culture tends to favor minimalism over extravagance, but this is a bit absurd. Still, you continue on your way.

Roll me 3 1d100+5's if you would.

>>1722287
Also if this becomes more of a thing (such as multiple threads) then we should make a discord. I've seen and participated in some threads that have those and they're way more active, it seems.

>>1722287

Unfortunately, I have work in the morning so I won't be able to stay up late to quest. However, I will be available sporadically to update from work, so you'll have that to look forward to tomorrow I suppose.

Rolled 89 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1722320

>>1722324

I can make a Discord if that's what people wish for. Someone might want to archive these threads as well if we have someone familiar with suptg

Rolled 81 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1722320

>>1722320
>a stupid accent. It's an impulse decision, and thankfully you squash it before it gets much further than that.
T_T

Rolled 45 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1722343
Just make a twitter, a Discord will become cancerous before long

>>1722332
>>1722358
Why are we getting such killer rolls now?

>>1722360

> I don't believe our hero John here knows what a Caribbean Accent is, nevermind a stereotypical Caribbean Pirate Accent

>>1722370

> We're in full professional mode currently.

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>>1722332

94, Great Success

>>1722320
>>1722332
>>1722358
>>1722361

Goo Hwi is guiding you through the halls of his home to some room that will most likely have the lanterns you need to repair.

You get the feeling that you're really not getting the entire picture on the old man, when you pass by a slightly ajar door.

You resist the urge to react as you get a split second view of the room.

Weapons of clear Eastern Style line an entire wall, each of them polished to perfection. Strangely enough, there's a few Western weapons on a rack near the back.

And then your view is gone as you continue on your way.

Despite your distraction, Goo Hwi doesn't seem to have noticed that you saw what was in that room.

It doesn't make you feel any better; since the moment you've stepped onto this man's property, something has been bugging you. And it only begins with the two jagged scars along the left side of his face.

You really can't help but feel like you're trapped in the same room as a demon, your Concealed Dagger not making you feel better. In fact, it only seems to make things worse.

If it comes down to it, the only way you'll walk away from a fight is if the old man dies before he can move.

If he dies a second later, it'll probably be a tie.

> And that's all for tonight folks. Like I mentioned, I've got work in the morning so I need to get to sleep. I'll be around for a bit to answer questions. It's be great playing with you all so far though; things will be continued tomorrow.

>>1722456
Yar Twitter, where it be, aye?

>>1722287

Same boat bruh. Hold tite.

>>1722132

>"Indeed sir, I am, thanks for the offer. Show me the devices that you need fixed, and we can talk about what I think needs to be worked."

Also, "messaged?" How did he know about us before we could even walk there?

>>1722503

I'll see about making one tomorrow morning before I go into work.

>>1722511

Perhaps there's a reason why everyone uses Sierra to arrange the contracts beyond what meets the eye?

>>1722511
>>1722547
Or that he assumed, ye it might be.

>>1722547
>I'll see about making one tomorrow morning before I go into work.

And I was so ready too.

Discord is pure cancer, you split your player base and the threads become ghost towns between runs. Plus those who sit in it have undue influence in what essentially becomes behind the scenes decisions.

>>1722503
>>1723095

So the verdict is to make a Twitter and hold off on the Discord. I'll make the Twitter when I get home from work today.

For now, though, let's get back to the situation at hand.

>>1722456

Your morbid thoughts cause you to swallow slightly in an attempt to regain your composure.

It's not easy, but at least you'be arrived at your destination. Goo Hwi slides open a door and ushers you in. The room is simple enough, evidently purposely keep slightly shabby for work just like you're about to do. There's a low table for you to work on and off in a corner you can see a box.

A quick question confirms that the lanterns you need to fix are within, so you walk over and open the crate.

About a dozen or so lanterns are within, so you start to take them out and place them on the table.

First things first, you need to figure out what the problem is.

Three 1d100+5's please.

Rolled 94 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1723375

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Rolled 68 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1723375
Rollin
>>1723386

>>1723386

99, Outstanding Success

>>1723375

You arrange the dozen or so lanterns out on the table and start examining them as best as you can without removing anything. Thankfully, the glass that makes up the exterior of the artifact is entirely without damage. Some mud here and there, but you can easily fix that.

As for the interior components, the problem becomes apparent very quickly. Most of the conduits are covered in a relatively thick layer of muck and grime. A few of them have their wiring pulled from it's rightful places, but there's enough of them that you quickly figure out how everything's supposed to go.

All that's left is to get to the repairing.

"Goo Hwi? May I have a brush and a cup of water?"

He nods and walks out of the room to retrieve your supplies. As he's doing that, you start carefully removing the interior components from the exterior shell.

It takes you some time, but by the time he's back you have all of the components in need of cleaning spread out on the table.

The old man returns, handing over a thin paint brush and a cup of water. With your supplies, you now need to get to work.

Three 1d100+20's please

Rolled 22 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1723409

Rolled 59 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

lets go

>>1723418

79, No DC here, just seeing how much time it takes you.

Rolled 58 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1723409

>>1723409

You take the paint brush, wet it in the water, and get to work.

Making sure to take your time, you take extreme care in cleaning the delicate circuitry. Thankfully, you're more than dexteritous enough to lightly scrape away the grime that's built up. Making sure there's no dirt left and that the wiring is where it should be, you move onto the next one.

When you're done with that one, you continue down the line.

Getting into a rhythm, time begins to pick up and you go into a bit of a trance as your movements become more and more methodical.

So it takes you a while to realize that Goo Hwi is still in the room, and that he's watching you work quite intently.

"Oh... Don't mind me," He gives you a small smile, "I always enjoy watching an Artificer at work, and it's such a rare sight to see one such as yourself so far outside of the Eastern Mainlands".

Say something?
> T-Thanks, I guess?
> About being Eastern...
> Say nothing
> Other

>>1723444
so what do you do mister hwi?

I saw a few blades down the hall, any stories of them?

>>1723444
>so what do you do mister hwi?
>I saw a few blades down the hall, any stories of them?

>>1723444
I go where there is work. I believe my experience from home can be of great help and progress in this land.

We all have to help each other in this world, don't you agree?

>>1723456
>>1723460
>>1723461

Initiating casual, but still slightly professional, conversation with Goo Hwi.

>>1723444

"Thank you, sir. I enjoy my work, I get to tinker about with magitech and help people out at the same time," You shrug slightly.

Goo Hwi hums thoughtfully to himself, still staring straight at you with those supposedly blind eyes. Well, his eyelids are firmly shut, but the sentiment still stands.

Unnerved slightly by that fact, you decide to shift the conversation, "So, Goo Hwi, what exactly do you do? Are you a smith of sorts? I got a quick look at your, uh, 'collection'..."

You trail off as you finish your statement, the old man still staring at you. After a few seconds, though, he starts to laugh. It's not sinister, thankfully, moreso in good humor than anything else.

"A smith, me? Oh no no. As for that room you saw, I guess you could say they're souvenirs from when I was younger. I used to be like you, a traveler of sorts. I'd wander about up and down the lands on my own. But, those days feel like a lifetime ago".

He stops talking there, so you get back to work.

It's still a bit weird to be working with someone watching your every movement; most repairs you make have your employer off doing something else while you work.

Still, you continue with your task.

You can work and talk, though.

Say something?
> Ask him about his 'blindness'
> Ask him about Sierra
> Ask him about something else
> Stay silent

>>1723500
> Ask him about Sierra

We've got priorities

>>1723500
>> Ask him about Sierra

>>1723509
supporting

>>1723500
>> Ask him about Sierra
"Didn't see a notice by you on the board, yet Sierra recommended i come over. Any idea why?"

>>1723526
There was no job board at the bar. We just get jobs from Sierra.

>>1723504
>>1723509
>>1723521
>>1723526
>>1723547

We don't know Sierra quite a well as we'd like, and apparently Goo Hwi has been around her for a while. Time for some questions.

>>1723500

A thought occurs to you, and you voice it, "Goo Hwi, what do you know about Sierra, the bartender?"

He hums to himself again, apparently in no rush to answer you, "Sierra, hmm? Well, she's been working at her bar for quite some time now; I forget the year she moved here and set up shop. She's done a good job of managing the town's requests. Her knowledge, judgement, and abilities make her perfect for the position"

You nod along to that. Sierra definitely took your measure before sending you off, so everything makes sense in that regard. Still, you wonder what Goo Hwi meant by 'abilities'.

Ask about:
> If he knows about where Sierra came from
> What he meant by 'abilities'
> Something else
> Stop talking and focus on your work

>>1723578
what about abilities?

then just carry on working

>>1723578
>> What he meant by 'abilities'

>>1723578
>> Stop talking and focus on your work
gettin the creeps

>>1723581
>>1723585
>>1723590

You've got one last question before you really should get entirely focused on your work.

> Updates have been sporadic as I'm updating from work. Writing will begin again in 30 mins.

>>1723578
>> What he meant by 'abilities'

>>1723578

That last bit that he said sticks in your head and stubbornly refuses to let go. Having sure that you're still working, you bite the bullet and open your mouth.

"Goo Hwi, what do you mean by Sierra's 'abilities'?"

A single gray eyebrow raised at your question, "You're a very observant man, John, I don't know how you missed it when you met her".

"Missed what?" Is your obvious response.

Hwi raises up his right hand and taps the wrist with his left, "Sierra's a Mage".

Oh. She was wearing some kind of gem stone on her wrist, wasn't she?

"I...see..." You awkwardly trail off. It made sense how she got in contact with him before you walked here. Certain mages could send telepathic messages over a certain distance. You never really asked about the specifics, but you know there's those kinds of mages spread out everywhere to keep more remote regions in contact with one another.

Deciding to end the conversation on that note, you focus on finishing up your work. It takes some time, as the last few have a serious amount of mud caked onto the circuits. But you manage to get them all cleaned and reattached to the lanterns. Testing each one to make sure they are repaired, you're rewarded with a dozen low-lights gently glowing.

Goo Hwi looks incredibly pleased at your work. A quick moment of reaching into a pocket and he pulls out a small pouch.

"Here, I believe this to be reasonable payment"

He puts Fifteen (15) Silver Coins down on the table infront of you. He's right, for the area you're in this is reasonable payment.

And you really want to get going so you just accept the payment.

> Gained Fifteen (15) Silver Coins!

Putting them away into your pocket, you give Goo Hwi another bow as you exit his 'home'.

You were in there for far longer than you though, as it's clear the sun set a while ago. With haste, you start back down the path back to town.

...

Again, it takes you almost an hour to get back, but you make it without issue.

The jingle of coins in your pocket reminds you that you actually have some spending money.

Where do you go?
> Find a Supply Store
> Return to Sierra's Bar
> Other

>>1723680
> Return to Sierra's Bar
>We've got a job to do

>>1723680
return to the bar, we have another job. and guys lets be diplomatic and don't mention the mageiness unless its necessary

>>1723680
>Return to Sierra's Bar

>>1723687
>>1723688
>>1723692

Back to the bar it is. Wonder what Sierra needs us for?

>>1723680

Sierra said she needed her help around this time, so to the bar you go.

The streets are quiet this time of night, so you easily make your way towards your destination. Again, the guards give you hard looks, but don't act on anything.

You make it to the front of Sierra's Bar and stop before opening the door. Inside, you can hear a bit of yelling and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. Taking a deep breathe and opening the door, it quickly becomes apparent why Sierra wanted you here.

Almost all of the day shift guards were here getting plastered. One of which fell on his ass and is laughing like a madman. A few other things, like a slightly broken bar stool and a couple spilled drinks catch your eye, but you still walk through the room looking for Sierra.

The elf in question comes flying out of the back room with a full tray of food. She quickly distributes the meals before getting back to serving drinks.

You catch her attention for a moment, and while she doesn't say anything, she looks relieved.

What now?
> Take a seat and wait
> Other

>>1723716
wait somewhere where she can quickly reach us, but stay away from the guards. they may not like us and drink lowers the IQ level a fair bit. so some shit might hit the fan

>>1723716
Find a corner with a good view to skulk in.

>>1723725

in fact, no ignore this. go ask her what she needs. and if it comes to the worst offer to help serve stuff.

friends are useful and we might get tips

>>1723716
>in fact, no ignore this. go ask her what she needs. and if it comes to the worst offer to help serve stuff.
>friends are useful and we might get tips

>>1723729
This

>>1723734
Second

>>1723729
>>1723734
>>1723763
>>1723775

Proactive action engaged.

>>1723716

You resist the urge to find a dark corner to sulk in, and walk up to the bar. Sierra is busy loading up the same tray she carried food in with with assorted alcoholic drinks. You're about to open your mouth to ask her what she wanted you to do exactly, when you're interrupted by a voice yelling across the bar.

"Sierra! Where's that round!" One of the more sober guards shouts out for his table. She's just finished loading up the tray when you take it out of her hands.

Sierra looks confused for a moment, though quickly recovers as you make your way to the table and start serving.

And that's the position you find yourself in for next two to three hours. Whenever there's a need for booze, you're there making a delivery. There's a few instances where one of the more inebriated guards looks like he's going to start a fight with you, but cooler heads prevail and you don't need to throw anyone out.

It's pretty wild night, and you wince everytime you hear something break. Thankfully, it slows down to an end eventually.

Now, though, you have an entire bar full of drunk off their asses guards. Not one of them is sober enough to walk out on their own feet. A few of them are still semi-lucid, but a large number of them have passed out. Sierra has already given out the final call some minutes ago, and now she's staring at you rather intently.

What now?
> Begin 'escorting' the guards to the door
> Ask Sierra how exactly she wants to handle this
> Other

>>1723840
>> Begin 'escorting' the guards to the door

>>1723840
how do you want to handle this

its her bar, and we might cause a scuffle but if we do as she says we cant be blamed

>>1723840
> Begin 'escorting' the guards to the door

>>1723840
>> Ask Sierra how exactly she wants to handle this

>>1723840
>> Ask Sierra how exactly she wants to handle this

>>1723857
>>1723865
>>1723870
>>1723875
>>1723979

Check with the boss before getting to work.

>>1723840
Ask our cute waifu what she wants xD

Every quest turns into a waifu quest.

Elf waifu xD

>>1723992
no, no waifu. this is a contact, nothing more.

and she is useful that is why I have not advocated for extermination yet

>>1724002
She is cute though.

>>1724023
No

We do not want this to turn into a waif quest. We are a artificer damn it. We should be focused upon our machines

>>1724067
Alright, I read you loud and clear.

We BUILD our own waifu.

>>1724067
It's not murder hobo quest either. Some guys saw that we have a hidden dagger and immediately wanted to commit petty theft, muggings and murder robberies.

>>1724067
Too bad, we're waifuing the elf and a namefag like you can't stop us.

>>1723840

The temptation to simply start picking guards up and throw them out the door is there, but you really should check with Sierra first.

"So, how exactly do you want to handle this?" You comment to the elf.

She gives you a rather noncommittal shrug, "Once they're out of my bar, they're not my problem".

Perfect.

You save yourself some effort and prop the front door open. Starting with the ones closest to you, you get to work removing the drunks. A few of the smaller ones you can take two at a time, but quite a number of them require both of your hands to move. Still, none of them are lucid enough to resist you.

And then one suddenly grabs you arm as you pick him up, "H-H-hey... Arnt juu dat Gaijin-fuck from earliaaarr..."

He passes back out before you can do more than scowl. Regardless, you take a particularly vindictive glee when you pick him up by the scruff of the neck and toss him into the dirt outside.

A few minutes later, and the bar is down to you and Sierra. She's already getting to work cleaning up the broken bottles and glasses, so you turn to the several broken chairs and bar stools

> Three 1d100+5 rolls please

Rolled 85 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1724298

>>1724002
>>1724023
>>1724067
>>1724109

I'll be honest, I'd planned for Sierra to be a minor character at best and a passing NPC at worst (if you rolled poorly enough on that first impression she would have told you to GTFO). However, that natural 100 changed things up a bit. Where you take things with her is up to you all

Rolled 68 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1724298
We're gonna upgrade the fuck outta those chairs.

>>1724312
It's a quest phenomenon, players always latch on to the first girl with no exceptions.

Rolled 9 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1724298

>>1724339
I can think of one or two exceptions- but that proves the rule

>>1724098
>>1724339
I agree with these two posts. We've got too crack the golem puzzle first and then make ourselves our first adventuring partner. Don't latch on to anybody else until then.

Also, I'm finally back and ready to quest.

>>1724438
The only woman for us is 500 kilos of tough love, accept no substitutes

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>>1724467
Anon gets it.

>>1724339
>>1724419

> Implying this is the kind of quest where you're going to have a party of yourself and half a dozen girls. Enjoy this while it lasts.

>>1724438

Sierra's a Mage and a minor Telepath; you don't want her in your party?

>>1724509
>The only woman for us is 500 kilos of tough love, accept no substitutes

>>1724509
Not sure why it's taking you hours to update motherfucker

>>1724517
>>1724467
You mean a centaur right? :^)
Horses are over 1,000 lb/500 Kilos.
So that's my type of Waifu.
HORSE PUSSY

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>>1724529

>>1724529
I was referencing a Golem, but hey, you do you.

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>>1724528

Work ramped up during the last two hours, and then I walked home. Speaking of which:

>>1724309

90, Great Success

>>1724552
>>1724548
No Centaur. It could have been our trusted steed.
Now I'm a sad anon. :^(

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>>1724564
How can centaurs even compete?

>>1724553
QM, you glorious bastard, let's write this story quick before the thread gets derailed.

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>>1724570
Centaurs can take the dick, and a baby will be born in time.
While you have to build more robots.

>>1724298

You thank your lucky stars in that the broken stools are just messily dissembled. If the wooden supports were snapped, you'd be in for a long, boring process of gluing the fragments back together and waiting for them to dry.

Instead, you simply flip the first one over and start snapping the pieces back together. It barely takes you a minute to fix the thing, and you're onto the next one. There's only four you need to repair in the first place, though the last two give you a bit of trouble. Still, you finish quickly enough and move onto the next issue.

A half an hour of sweeping up debris and wiping down table tops later and you're on the bar counter waiting for Sierra to come out with your long-awaited meal.

It doesn't take long for her to finish up, and she brings out what looks like some kind of stew. You suspect she probably just threw together a bunch of leftover ingredients into a pot, but it's so late you don't bother to compain and just dig in.

You've been practically living off of ration packs for last three weeks, so the taste of something hot and homemade is a welcome addition to your night. You calmly devour your food while Sierra slowly wipes down the bar counter around you.

There's an easy silence in the air, but you could probably talk to her if you wanted to.

Speak?
> Ask about where she's from
> Ask about her experience as a mage
> Talk to her a bit about your impression of Goo Hwi
> Say nothing

>>1724596
>> Ask about where she's from
What's an elf like you, doing in a town of midgets like this?

>>1724596
>>Say nothing.
You're eating, goddammit! It's rude to speak with your mouth full of stew.

>>1724596
>> Ask about where she's from

>>1724596
>> Talk to her a bit about your impression of Goo Hwi

>>1724598
>>1724603
>>1724610

Swallow your food, then talk to Sierra.

Writtin'

>>1724596
>Roll to seduce her

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1724618
Like this anon

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1724618
let's see

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1724618

>>1724596

Thinking on it, you really don't know all that much about Sierra; aside from her being a mage and that doesn't exactly count since you didn't hear it from her. So, after remembering your manners and swallowing the food in your mouth, you speak up.

"Hey, Sierra, if you don't mind me asking, what's an elf doing in a backwater town like this?"

She stops in the middle of getting a stain out of the wood counter and turns her gaze to you, "I don't know, John, what's a 'Gaijin' like you doing in a backwater town like this?"

You don't really want to answer that, though you suppose that's the entire point of her saying that.

What do you answer with?
> The truth
> A lie
> A bit of both
> Switch topics to Goo Hwi

>>1724658
>A bit of both

>>1724658
>> The truth
Not like we're trying to hide it. We're looking for work and shit.

>>1724658
>> A bit of both
Here to see the world

And get some pussy from all kinds of creatures

>>1724672
Seconded.

>>1724667
>>1724674

You don't want to lie to Sierra, but there's a few bits of your story you'd rather not bring up.

>>1724688
>but there's a few bits of your story you'd rather not bring up
Yeah, like we thirst for the pussy

>>1724658

You think to yourself for a moment. You suppose you could tell her a bit about yourself, though you'll have to creatively edit a few things.

You left the past so it could stay there, not so you could dredge it up in some random bar onto someone you've only known for barely a day.

"I grew up way in the Western Provinces, though I suppose that's pretty obvious, in a mid-sized city called Westmire. I can't complain about life growing up, my father was a busy man but my mother was around enough, I got a pretty good education, and it was looking like I'd be well on my way to getting into the city's Artificer Guild. Of course, there's a reason why I'm here now and not there; Westmire no longer exists. It got wiped off the map by a major Blight insurrection".

Sierra flinches at your words, and you really can't blame her, "I was lucky enough to get out before the city guard was overrun and even more lucky that a family I was friendly with had survived as well. We traveled all the way to a pretty major port city called Airgid. They had somewhat distant family there, and were kind enough to employ me for a time. I worked with them for a while, then broke off on my own about two months ago. I wandered about, and then started to head East. Three weeks later, and here I am".

You work on finishing your food while Sierra visibly processes all that you've said.

It's at this point that you notice there's a full bottle of whiskey on the country. When's the last time you've seen whiskey? It's sounding pretty tempting right now.
> Ask for a shot
> Ask for her to do shots with you
> Wait for her to respond first

>>1724740
>> Wait for her to respond first

>>1724740
>> Wait for her to respond first

>>1724740
>> Wait for her to respond first

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>>1724754
>>1724763
>>1724765

Sierra looks like she wants to say something, let's hear her out.

Writin'

>>1724740

You manage to resist the urge to just drown out any meaningful conversation under hard liquor. Sierra looks like she wants to respond to your spiel.

So you give her a moment to gather her thoughts. She doesn't keep you waiting.

"I'm an elf, so I've lived a pretty long life - and don't you dare make a joke about that" When she realizes that you've got a serious expression on your face, she drops the glare, "So I won't bore you with every minute of it. But, something similar to me happened, I suppose. It wasn't a direct attack like it was with you, though, it took close to a year before we had to leave. See, somehow, Blight started to corrupt the interior of our forest. We would have sent in our best Hunter to clean out the infestation before it spread further, but he went missing a year or so beforehand. So we had to settle for sending in other, less experienced elves to try to do the same. What a mess that was... It happened like clockwork, every time a hunter would get anywhere near the contamination, we'd lose contact with them. A few days later, we'd either find their corpse, they'd vanish entirely, or... they'd come back as something twisted and corrupt. We ended up watching as the Blight completely took over our home; the few of us that were left broke off in different directions. I made my way over here and worked until I could set up my own bar" Sierra pats the bar counter.

You look down at your finished bowl. The odds were good that she'd omitted certain details just like you had, but the story was rough nonetheless. The only real thing you could do was move forward from this.

So, now what do you do?
> Ask for a shot
> Ask for her to take a shot with you
> Ask for her to do multiple shots with you
> Ask about going to sleep

>>1724864
>> Ask for her to take a shot with you

>>1724864
>> Ask for her to take a shot with you

>>1724864
>> Ask for her to take a shot with you

>>1724864
>Ask for her to take a shot with you

>>1724870
>>1724873
>>1724875
>>1724881

It's a somber mood in the old bar, so let's raise a glass to get passed all this.

Writtin'

>>1724864

There's a somber air between the two of you. It's not awkward, just slightly downtrodden. Let's fix that.

"Hey, Sierra," You catch her attention, "You mind pouring two shots?"

You motion towards the bottle on the counter, and she reflexively reaches below the counter to grab two small glasses. She must be really out of it, since she really doesn't react at all until you pop the cork off the bottle.

She goes to protest, but you gently cut her off, "Now now, we've both had a long day, so how about a toast to end it".

"Okay?" Sierra seems slightly confused at your actions, but doesn't stop you from pouring out two shots. She does look a bit surprised when you push one of the glasses towards her, but recovers quickly, "So, what are we toasting to?"

Well, crap. You didn't exactly think of that.
> "Fuck the past"
> "Fuck the Blight"
> "To future business"
> Other

>>1724952
> "To future business"
Look to the future

>>1724952
>> "To future business"

>>1724952
> "To future business"

>>1724952
>> "To future business"

>>1724962
>>1724966
>>1724973
>>1724977

There's no reason for either of you to dwell on the past when there's so much money you could make together in the future.

Writin'

>>1724952

You think about it for a second, then decide that the best course of action is letting old dogs lie.

"To future buisness," You simply state while looking at Sierra. She smiles slightly before meeting you glass for a clink. Both of you down your shots and slam them down on the counter at almost the same time.

It's at this point that you realize it's about time you got to sleep. However, you still don't have reservations for a room.

Ask about:
> Buying a room for the night
> Getting a room for free for helping clean up
> Find somewhere else to sleep for the night

>>1725022
>> Buying a room for the night
Let see if she offers a free room.

>>1725030
I second the motion

>>1725022
>> Buying a room for the night

>>1725030
>>1725033
>>1725049

You're tired and you're done screwing around. Get me a room on the double.

Writtin'

>>1725022

You think about trying to haggle Sierra for a cheaper room, but the night is so late at this point that you don't even bother.

She takes your single (1) Silver Coin as payment and hands you a key to a room upstairs. You get moving and find your room quickly.

It's a simple affair, but at least the bed is Western in origin so you don't have to worry about sleeping on a brick. You strongly consider just passing out fully clothed on top of the coarse sheets, but routine dictates that you strip down to your underclothes before anything else. You throw your clothes onto a nearby chair so you can use them tomorrow, crawl under the covers, and quickly fall asleep.

...

Your night is blessedly dreamless, though you still wake up shortly after sunrise out of sheer habit. Rubbing the last vestiges of sleep out of your eyes, you get up from your bed.

What now?
> Take stock of your belongings
> Get dressed see about breakfast
> Other

>>1725190
>> Take stock of your belongings
>> Get dressed see about breakfast

>>1725190
>> Get dressed see about breakfast
>>1725198
We should just be 14 silver coins richer

>>1725190
>rob the elf
>rape the elf
>rim the elf

Did we really not get paid for last nights help?

>>1725190
>> Take stock of your belongings

>>1725203
There's always a chance that some of our stuff could be missing.

>>1725208
The free meal and drink was the payment.

>Hold hands with the elf

>>1725190
> Take stock of your belongings

>>1725217
some shitty stew worth a copper? Whiskey worth a few coppers?

We toiled for HOURS.

>>1725208
The payment was also in +friendship points, we're a step closer getting into her elf pussy

>>1725229
>We toiled for HOURS.
You don't even know how many hours, it could have been 1 or 2.

>>1725278
The sun sets around 6ish pm
The night is super late around midnight

We toiled for at least 4 hours.

>>1725299
Don't worry, I'm with you on getting pussy

>>1725198
>>1725215
>>1725222

Oh boy inventory management my favorite!

>>1725334
Don't be like that, most of us played Diablo II invetory management is in our blood.

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>>1725190

First things first, you should really check over your belongings. Surprisingly enough, you find a few Silver and Copper Coins on the small, wooden desk. There's a note alongside them:

> This is your portion of the tips I got from the guards
> - Sierra

> You have obtained Two (2) Silver Coins!
> You have obtained Fourteen (14) Copper Coins!

Well, that was kind of her, especially since you completely forgot to ask about the discrepancy between toil and reward with that 'second job'.

Putting the money away, you now have:
> One (1) Heavy Cloak with Hood
> One (1) Concealed Dagger
> Two (2) Changes of Clothing
> Eighteen (18) Silver Coins
> Nineteen (19) Copper Coins
> Zero (0) Ration Packs

Your coin pouch is considerably heavier than when you entered town, though your supplies are still bone dry.

What's next?
> Get dressed and go get breakfast
> Get dressed and go to the General Store
> Other

>>1725382
>> Get dressed and go get breakfast