GM_Sanvil Trett's page

"Good work, Gearsman!" Sanvil Trett's voice bellows out as he enters the room behind the automaton, a sharp longsword at his side and a smug grin on his face. "A pity you had to tear up such a priceless piece of technology, but that's how it goes, I suppose."

The rabbit-men on either side of the destroyed doorway leap back and brandish axes made of scrap metal and leather strips, their ears quivering and their noses twitching like mad. Meyanda's eyes narrow at the intruders.

"Who is this one, to be so bold as to intrude upon the sanctum of the True God?" She growls in an unnerving mix of placidity and rage.

Inlé & Celen's Tech Shopping Trip

Sanvil turns to Celen. "Not much range on it, sir. It's a device you have to hold to your arm or other parts of your body to administer." He twirls the syringe-device. "It'll run you about 400 gold pieces without a discount."

"Of course, considering the two of you are Torch's best shot at fixing the town, that price goes down to about 360 gold pieces."

"As for the spell scroll--it's a touch spell that's arcane in nature. A beginner's spell, to be sure, but of great use to any would-be salvage expert. It'll run you about 22 and a half gold pieces for purchase."

It's a shocking grasp scroll.

Inlé & Celen's Tech Shopping Trip

"They've been tested on a wide variety of races and peoples, and they're guaranteed to be safe on them all."

Inlé & Celen's Tech Shopping Trip

Sanvil smirks and reaches behind him, pulling two strange devices off of a shelf behind him. They resemble hand crossbows with jet black grips, but their ammunition isn't bolts--rather, they're syringes loaded up with strange opaque liquids. One is loaded with a red fluid that looks like blood, and the other contains a green liquid.

"The red one'll give you the toughness of a boar, and the green one'll make you quick as a rabbit." The merchant holds them out for display. "They're both packed with fast-acting medical gel that'll heal minor injuries you've taken."

"Be warned--the boost to your body's capabilities only lasts for a few minutes, after which you'll feel tired. This is entirely normal--no need to worry about it. Don't inject any more serum into yourself while you're tired, otherwise you may tax your body to the point where you'll collapse from exhaustion."

Inlé & Celen's Tech Shopping Trip

Sanvil's expression turns curt as Inlé picks up the connector with his Gripper.

It lasts for only a moment though. "Well, if you've got all that squared away, would ya perhaps be interested in other technological & magical wonders? I've got scrolls of electricity--perfect for taking on robots, a few doses of serum that augments a person's body..."

"Well, if your pokey thing has good enough grips, you should be able to use it no problem."

Inlé & Celen's Tech Shopping Trip

"Well, thank you kindly for humouring me, sir." Sanvil looks over at Celen. "Handling live wires is risky work--one wrong move can result in a lot of pain."

He reaches behind him and pulls a pair of what appear to be tweezers from off the shelf. The two ends of the tweezers are covered in some sort of rigid, thick, translucent grey substance. "That's why these little things are coated in a fine material that absorbs electricity. And they fit neatly in your hands--neatly enough to provide fine precision for really delicate work."

"They cost little more than a gold piece. More than a bargain for such a dangerous job, eh?"

Inlé & Celen's Tech Shopping Trip

Sanvil wrinkles his nose when he sees Inlé produce the beetle horns--apparently, he was about to launch into a pokey-thing sales pitch.

"Well, those look sturdy enough, I suppose." The merchant shrugs and rests the insulated connector on the counter. "The connector'll run you about five gold pieces."

"And I've got a variety of other technological & magical wonders, if you're of a curious mind."

Inlé & Celen's Tech Shopping Trip

Sanvil arches an eyebrow and pulls out what looks like a hollow beige tube with a pair of small knobs above both ends. "Huh. I'll probably have to go check that out for myself later--might be some good salvage down there."

"At any rate, this here's your insulating connector. The openings here are large enough to fit several live wires--I'm assuming you're not handling them close to the exposed ends, yes?" He points to the knobs. "Just twist both knobs like so--" He turns them, and the openings on the tube abruptly shrink in size. He twists the knobs back and they return to their original size. "--to close the connection."

"Now, depending on how much electricity's going through your wires, you'll need a pokey thing or two to keep yourself from gettin' shocked. You got something like that?"

Inlé & Celen's Tech Shopping Trip

"Insulated? You're working with a bunch of live wires, eh?" Sanvil ducks behind his stall window. "Awfully risky work, but I reckon I've got a couple sorted away in here..."

"Mind if I ask where this lift you're talking about is?"

Inlé & Celen's Tech Shopping Trip

The halfling flinches as he feels a chill run up his spine. Somewhere in the world, a rabbit just danced across his grave.

The three customers exchange their money for a couple of odd-looking grey rods and leave, letting the two of you approach the stall.

"Eh?" Sanvil looks over the stall's counter/window, down at the armoured bunny. "Connectors? I've got several of those, I wager--you be looking for a U-clasp? A tightknot? An R&R?"

Inlé & Celen's Shopping Trip

Leaving the sights, smells & especially sounds of the Merrymaid behind, the two of you set out into Torch's marketplace to find this dealer you're supposed to see. It appears to be mid-afternoon by the time you arrive.

The *CLANGING* of metal being worked mixes with the general chatter and bustle of the marketplace, with shouting merchants and pattering of footsteps competing to be heard over the din. Most of the merchants here are peddling simple wares--foodstuffs, farming tools, a selection of wines & ales from beyond Numeria's borders, a bundle of blades being sold as salvage from some ruin or other, and much more.

You find the market stall you're looking for soon enough, though--a gathering of three people (or rather, two-and-a-half people, as one is clearly a halfling) is clustered around a sturdy-looking wooden stall, perusing the wares of the long-haired man in a chain shirt behind it. The shelves of his stall are filled with clearly technological gadgets & objects.

"Madame Wrennie'd be able to tell you more about it, if'n you be interested." The technologist gives the party a little noncommittal shrug.

"Although I'd perhaps see to making sure your friend is.." He glances at Sialea. "...well, sober, before you go asking her anything."

Sanvil nods. "One of the girls was found murdered in her own bed, believe it or not."

"The madam claims that Garmen's crew had something to do with it. Now, I didn't get all the details, but the gentleman who hired out her company the night of the murder had a length of rope or two to spare, if you get my drift." He whispers, casting an eye over the burly-looking roughs minding the tables and entrance, coils of rope wrapped around their meaty fists.

Whoof... I'm back!

"Aye, that it be." Sanvil nods, just as matter-of-factly. "It's a pleasant place to visit, provided you're not put off by the more recent unsavoury goings-on in there."

"That being said, you'd be surprised how loose the patrons' lips are in there." He starts, before stopping with an odd expression on his face. "...which is an interesting choice of words all by itself..."

"Oh, the Evercandle Inn?" Sanvil scratches his head. "It's one of Torch's competing inns. It's a quiet spot for more scientifically-minded folks to stay in town."

"If I recall correctly, it's within walking distance from the Marrymaid..."

Sanvil is a bit unprepared for the android's strong grip, but he returns it all the same. "A pleasure, ma'am."

"Now, how've you been enjoying this place so far? Not my usual hangout, for certain--I tend to prefer the Evercandle or the Foundry."

Nobody seems to be paying much attention to the eclectic mix of gamblers that is the party. A few men (and at least one woman) are eying Sia up with a lecherous gaze, but as soon as someone takes notice of them they go back to their drinks and games.

The newcomer catches Inlé's tossed packet of chips and grins. "Thank you kindly, boy."

"Say, I don't reckon I've met some of you before." He looks at Celen & Sialea, pointedly keeping his eyes on their faces instead of roving about. "You two I've seen around town--never thought I'd see you in this sorta place."

"As to you two--" He addresses Inlé and the android keeping Sialea upright. "--name's Sanvil Trett--I deal in technology and magic around here." He extends a hand for a handshake.

"Well, if you don't want them, mind if I have them?" A rough-sounding, tenor voice says, coming up behind Inlé. "Roulette's been a demanding mistress, and I'm almost fresh out of scratch."

A man with long, black hair tied into a topknot has approached the gathered gamblers, dressed in a well-oiled bluish-grey chain shirt. His hazel eyes are sharp and clear.

Tabitha & Triax

Sanvil chuckles a bit. "It's a mystery to me too. So, will that be all, then?"

Dejah: Any other purchases you wanted to make?

Tabitha & Triax

Sanvil hands off the vial to Triax. "You'd be surprised--one of their acolytes is an android like you." He shrugs.

Tabitha & Triax

Sanvil nods at Tabitha and turns to Triax. "If you're looking for oils to bless your weapon, you'll need to visit the Temple of Brigh. I only deal in magical & technological fare here."

"That being said, I should have a vial of such an oil lying around." He looks back at the racks behind him and picks out a vial of blue oily fluid. "Such as this one. 40 gold pieces with the discount."

Tabby Cat & Triax

Sanvil leans out of his stall and looks up at the enormous hill at the centre of town. "Well, since I don't see a violet flame burnin' out of it right now, I'm going to assume the discount is still good."

Tabitha & Triax

Sanvil gives Triax a cursory nod before turning back to Tabitha. "Well, lemme check to see if I have either of those..."

He ducks underneath his counter...

...and comes back up with one scroll. "Huh. Turns out I had an Air Bubble scroll stashed down there. Must've forgot about it. It's on the table for 25 gold, missy."

Tabitha

"Always the magic, never the tech, eh?" Sanvil shrugs and dives underneath his counter. "Now, let's see what I've got..."

He emerges from underneath the counter, laying three spell scrolls on the table. "Got myself a good deal for these ones. Sleep, Vanish, and Chill Touch." He pats them with a smirk on his face. "Any of those catch your eye?"

Tabitha

Sanvil's stand isn't too busy today. He's reading a spellbook of some sort when you approach him.

"Oh--hello again. What might ya be in the market for this time?" He asks, closing the book and brushing off his chain shirt.

Viorec & Tabitha

Sanvil's eyes light up with interest when Tabitha mentions they're going under the Black Hill. "Oh, definitely. Go ahead and bring any tech items you find back to me, and I'll pay ya a suitable finder's fee. I'll even see if I can't ID some of 'em for ya."

Viorec & Tabitha

Sanvil takes a closer look at the writ Tabitha produces.

"...20% discount." He shrugs. "I can certainly accommodate that."

"As for abjuration or transmutation, I'm afraid I don't have anything relating to abjuration." The merchant shrugs and looks back at the many technological wonders decorating one side of his stall. "Transmutation, on the other hand?" He smiles and looks over at the scroll rack before walking over to it. "I've got a scroll of bull's strength and a scroll of magic weapon available for purchase."

He takes two scrolls and brings them to the counter. "Which one are you interested in?"

Viorec & Tabitha

Sanvil looks Tabitha over as she approaches the stall and listens to her.

"If ya need scrolls and the like, I'd be more than happy to sell 'em to ya. I don't think you'd get much use out of my spellbook." Sanvil leans back and gestures to a rack of scrolls behind him.

"What are ya lookin' for?"

Viorec & Tabitha

The townspeople of Torch are more inclined to give Viorec directions than they are to Tabitha--thanks to a natural charm that would make the Lucky Drunk proud, the duo are directed to a stall in the Market Square.

The market is trying its best to be busy today, but the pall of dread brought on by the extinguished Torch seems to be even heavier than it is elsewhere in town. Weaving through the crowds, the pair reaches a well-built stall crafted from equal amounts of oak wood & obsidian. Standing behind the stall's counter is a dark-haired, brown-eyed man dressed in a blue chain shirt, looking bored.

When he sees the two of them approach, his eyes light up and his demeanour shifts entirely. "Ah, customers coming to ol' Sanvil's Sundries, eh? In the market for wonders mechanical or arts magical? I assure you, ol' Sanvil Trett's got what you need, and more." He says, his tone clearly trying to be a blend of inviting and cheery.