The elf “statue” seems unfazed by having a halberd pointed at him. ”Good sir, I am but a humble merchant of simple knick-knacks and magical services rendered; if you wish to air grievances I’m sure we can do so civilly instead of violently attacking my associates here.”
Edrakk looks around the room, pretending to look through the wares.
Small room, not much room to move. Ranged is iffy. I could use camouflage or mistform, but I'd rather save them. Best bet is flank with Vitalis and use the lower-dose poisons I can replenish easily.
...wait, are they susceptible to poison? Okay, start with a blight bomb. Not a coagulated one, though, I wanna get all of them to kill two birds with... nevermind.
After a second, he clears his throat. "W-what wares do you h-have?" he says, hoping to diffuse the situation, his nervousness nonetheless poking through.
"Edrakk, you saw the same thing that I did in the center of the temple. They are sacrificing people, volunteers or not. No goodly being would stand idly in these halls. You'd be insane to think anything he gave you wasn't cursed or poisoned. Giving anyone in here the chance to avoid our blades is better than they deserve."
"Edrakk, you saw the same thing that I did in the center of the temple. They are sacrificing people, volunteers or not. No goodly being would stand idly in these halls. You'd be insane to think anything he gave you wasn't cursed or poisoned. Giving anyone in here the chance to avoid our blades is better than they deserve."
”Oh. You wound me, sir. Just because I am in the house of the Prince of Darkness does not make me a bad man. I am but a merchant tending to this meager shop here.”
After a second, he clears his throat. "W-what wares do you h-have?" he says, hoping to diffuse the situation, his nervousness nonetheless poking through.
”Oh, beyond what you see here we offer the normal things: healing spells, curse removal, and the like. I do have some magical items in my inventory, though,” The man looks right at Vitalis. ”I would prefer to not be at risk of being decapitated for showing my wares. I hope you understand.”
”Oh. You wound me, sir. Just because I am in the house of the Prince of Darkness does not make me a bad man. I am but a merchant tending to this meager shop here.”
"No, simply being in the Temple of Asmodeus does not. But keeping the company of devils and standing idly while humans are being sacrificed in the same building does."
"We don't have time for this! Keep your hands where I can see them if you are concerned about your life." Vitalis shouts at the shopkeeper.