04-01-2017, 03:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-01-2017, 03:05 AM by Man in Black.)
Joram Kyte is grinding his teeth when people start filtering in. His pained expression softens when he realizes the group's purpose here. "Let's get right to it. Not in the mood for small talk. Is everyone here? Good." He holds up a rod and intones the spell to confer water breathing on the whole party at once. "Better hop to it. Spells don't last forever. There's an acolyte manning the shop out front for some basic supplies, potions, scrolls, and such."
"Don't touch that, dwarf!" Joram snaps at Ursk with more than a little irritation.
(All the magic stuff is out of your price range except for a batch of healing potions. 40 each with discount.)
"Don't touch that, dwarf!" Joram snaps at Ursk with more than a little irritation.
(All the magic stuff is out of your price range except for a batch of healing potions. 40 each with discount.)