Dwarven Haggling
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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mhm Valentine Hammer made his way down the main road of Low Town. The roads will barely lit to accommodate living underground, but he could see the buildings were basic occupied by workers of the lower caste of the smiting artisans of mining gilts, those that have not made a name for themselves but worked diligently in the hopes that Kraft would allow them to move up in their guilt and concurrently, the upper levels of the dwarf in city. Eventually he came upon the building. He was told house the materials he needed. The building itself was quite run down compared to the rest of the area. Its windows were boarded up. Parts of the roof collapsed and covered by large sheets were either stone. This cannot be the place. Surely stepping up, he saw the wooden door was barely holding together with gaps slightly illuminated by the light within. He banged on the door and was caught off guard by the response. Yeah, who? Yeah. What do you want more? D l, I was told you've got materials that aren't restricted or regulated by the customer Chi-town. He heard the footsteps, approached the door and open it slightly light behind, casting a shadow on the occupants, face obscuring most of his features. What exactly are you looking for? Well, I'm looking to buy for them here. Come in, come in The door swung open side against the wall and before, Valen said, an elderly looking dwarf initiated with wisps of white hair on the side of his head. A wispy white beard and ragged filth covered clothing. He then turned around and walked back inside, beckoning to follow as violent. Pushed aside the sheet covering the doorway, he saw that the entire building was essentially storing large crates containing raw materials from mining that was separated from the minerals mixed within in two different crates, all a huge mess but an organised message on the list so you can look to buy from me. You will find restrictions on anything in here campaign you want. Yes, yes, you can buy. I'm sitting here with your fancy. Valen held the lantern in his hand, with the detention drawn curiously, to a barrel of black powder as he starts to put the plans into it for a better look. No thinking about I make a mistake. Once I put the candle to close. Lost really fingers, but I'm a new ones. The elderly dwarf held up his left hand to show only his thumb and index finger remained, the rest replaced by what indigenous curves are holding position and straps to his palm. Uh, no, no black powder. I'm looking for Ryan. Emma, do you have a new Rohani? By the other leg, dwarf ruffled through some sheets covering boxes and pulled the cover off two barrels. They contain the raw animal balance sort coalesced Arcade energy found deep within the Earth that grew at luminescent tree roots and is highly sought after by the artisans. And in chances tell me a little behind the collapse war from an old mining town. Oh, don't say that. People have to tell you about anything you But I knew I knew the right person would come to look. They'll come looking to buy them. You want to buy it? How much you want. As violence stood there slightly stunned by everything he had seen and heard within a minutes of arriving, compounded further by the distracting side of spittle drilling down the old dwarfs face, the Ellen Wolf spoke up again. Okay, lordy. L all right, then. How much for the ground barrel? Or maybe a puncher of it. But the barrel barrier? Because you know what, 4426 gold sovereigns, but for a punching, a punching would only cost you 442 gold sovereigns. Well, yes, yes. My well, you seem like a reasonable fellow. How about we try 400 even become a regular customer? And keep this our little secret? The elderly man looked a bit confused. Well, you do have this highly sought after resource, but for those I consider friends, I keep all their secrets I can consider your friend to, can't I? 400. 400. You come back any time? Yes. Yes. Sound good, Val? Um, probably smiling at his successful negotiations in the face of insanity. Pulled out a coin pouch containing the 400 pieces. No. Good man. You have about again. Uh huh. The dwarf place to fill punching of the ground animal onto the table between them and as quickly as violence. Fingers like go of the coin pouch on the table. It was whisked away into the eldest pockets. Alan picked up the punch in and felt his are being gripped by the dwarfs right hand to sell you this way. Valerie was dragged back out front of the Hubble and where their shaking left hand, the elderly dwarf uses remaining fingers point towards the workshops down the way. I don't hear her. He had laws and metals. You go to him for good deals to remember. If you want more of your purchases, you come right back to me. But to be quiet for old Jonah. Yes. Yes, I might just do that. Good, Good. Good bye. The elderly Jonah released his grip from balance arms, ushered him for his doorway and hobbled back inside as the door slammed shut behind Iron Hammer. He stood there in a few states of what had just transpired on the moments ago to which he then composed himself and made his way toward the Smith. He pointed out to him
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Narrator, Aged, Attitude, Awkward, Deep, Narrator, British (General), Scottish (General)