"Yay!"
Growly hops up and tries to perch on Marco's shoulder.
Marco chuckles and helps him perch "am I to be a pirate now? You would do better than any parrot I've ever met"
Eagun can't help but snicker.
"Should I have you get an eyepatch tailored?"
he snickers again, before getting back to business.
"Alright, you're going to need warm clothes, and growly, a lot of fire staring stuff, you're going north, and it's cold right now. There's some trolls disturbing the people there."
"Parrots are stupid. They don't really talk. They just copy things. I'm smarter than a parrot because I really talk. I can also make people laugh on purpose. Parrots are only laughed at when they copy the wrong thing. You can still be a pirate, though. Parrots also don't taste good."
He holds his head high as he proudly proclaims what makes him better than a parrot.
He's a little bit heavier than he looks, but not too much so. You could probably hold him here without discomfort for more than half an hour, easily keeping him for extended periods if you have him switch shoulders every so often.
"What's a troll? Is that what you need to pay to cross a bridge? Why don't they just take it down."
He cocks his head to the side.
"Troll, not toll. Large, humanoid beasts. Hard to kill without fire or acid. The trolls in question are especially acclimated to the cold, so fire is even more effective then usual."
"we should buy a few flasks of alchemical fire, maybe some acid while we're at it"
Watches the discussion, then just nods in agreement with the plan to purchase things to hurt these troll creatures.
"Yay! They have special boxes with those things in town. I saw them when we helped Mr.Fischbach get rid of the fuzzy things in his store room."
"Well, make preparations and return to me."
Nods, and stands up, responding immediately. He then turns unceremoniously to leave, then stops.
"Do you all know where to acquire these kits?" he says to his party members.
"I can show you."
He leans in the direction he wants the merman to go.
Follows the dragon...
"This way!"
He leads through a couple turns and to an alchemist shop.
They enter through the door with a bell tone.
"Hi Mr.Fischbach!"
He greets the dark haired clerk.
"Hi. What do you want?"
"We need some troll... box... thingies. The ones with the drinks and the fire stuff."
Mr.Fischbach may remember that he calls acid flasks 'drinks.'
"Sure. How many?"
"Do you have any tangle burn bags? If so I'd like to buy one or two in the event that we encounter a troll that's bigger or stronger than the others, there usually is one when the things gather"
" those aren't cheap...but yes. I have a few. They are 150 gp each."
"I don't need anything because I can make acid myself."
He pivots on his Fishman perch to look at the other shelves.
"Would polish make me shinier?"
He asks, noticing tins of weapon shine stacked in a pyramid.
"Uh. Possibly.... Probably. Yeah, I think so."
He takes a tin off the top of the stack, holding it in both paws and looking at the label.
"How much?"
"A silver piece, if you would."
He pulls a coin out of his pouch, and hands it over, looking as if he's parting with it regrettingly.
"Thanks, hope you like the polish."
"I'll see if it works."
He stows it while other people get their stuff.
"I understand they're expensive, but trolls are one of few things more durable than me"
Alright then, how many?
"Merchant, I wish to purchase one anti-Troll kit, please." he will count out 150 gold, and place them in stacks of 10.
"Call it safe and give me two, " he says plopping down the money on the counter.
"Will that be all for you?"
"Hmm no, three each flasks of alchemical fire and acid, that will be all"
" alright then."
when you head back out, you may notice the market is extremely active today. There are many traveling merchant's stalls- one run by what seems to be a black-skinned elf, one by a dwarf, another by what seems to be a zombie, and one that doesn't even seem to have anyone there. There's also a person of rather ambiguous gender sitting in front of a rather small tent.
"We should check out all of the stands here. Stuff comes and goes quickly in the market, so you never know of something will be here next time you come back. A lot of the merchants themselves come and go. I don't recognize these people, though."
Quite a few people in the city smile and nod or wave when they see Growly. He seems to be something of a celebrity in the city.
He leans towards the dark skinned elf's stand, guiding his scale Segway towards it.
the dark skinned elf is wearing purple dyed robes, and a very large black hat, making his face hard to see at all due to all the shadow on it. He has his feet propped up and seems half-asleep. He doesn't seem to notice you. At his stand, is a folded up robe made of some sort of white cloth, a basket of round orange... Things, many a bottle filled with a mostly clear liquid, bleach white rope, and behind the counter is several vats of dye. There are also quite a few... Unpleasant scents coming from a barrel behind the counter.
"Hi, Mister," he says cheerfully, smiling with his eyes.
"Should we come back at a better time?" The "scaled Segway" muses
the man nearly falls out of his seat, and fumbles around until he looks down at growly.
"Oh."
he eyes growly suspiciously, but doesn't seem to outright condemn him.
"So... dragon, have a look at what I've got. I don't come up here for idle chat."
he clearly isn't from around here, and doesn't seem to like growly all that much. he then notices the mer, and turns to him.
"Same goes for you. Almost everything's for sale, And i do dye work. If you don't know what something is, ask. I don't need and accusations coming my way...."
Growly shrinks back towards Marco's neck at the angry glare of the man.
He's quite for a moment, looking over the goods.
"What... what are the orange things?"
"I like orange. It's my favorite..." He says quietly to himself. Marco's really the only one who can hear it.
"Spider eggs."
each egg is anywhere between half the size of and the size of a chicken egg.
"I have a few bigger ones under here. Some almost as big as you."
he says, likely talking to growly with that last bit. Hopefully.
"Spiders taste good..."
He mumbles dreamily, not saying anything else. No need to buy them, though. The guild lets him have all of theirs.
"What else do you have?" He asks, curious.
"This robe, these ropes, bottles of poison. completely legal, I assure you."
"Perhaps a bit more detail? If I don't know what there is I can't buy it" he says with a grin showing off his snake like teath.
"Spidersilk ropes and robes. Good luck breaking them with force alone. Try, if you like. The eggs can be raised into giant spiders, if you have the skill. Once one is purchased, Am absolved of all responsibly for it. The poison is the same way. Only legal for hunting, usually. Dye is what you'd expect."
Plus scent, blindsense, darkvision,
Growly gets bored quite quickly. Just who he is.
for a moment, you could have sworn you saw something in a nearby ally... Before you get distracted again by the wonderful smells coming from the tent one of the merchants is sitting in front of. The ambiguously gendered merchant's items just are set out seem to be a random assortment of objects, from household mundane things like spoons, to what seem to be quite a few magical objects at just a glance.