Hyram Crooge's page

Gierixa;
We never did say how much you owed him, but considering that you were dirt poor, no more than 4gp is really necessary. Get it? Dirt poor...

"Wait! I mean...don't go. Not yet. I have something. For you. I was going to give it to you for the mushrooms, but you should probably just take it now. It's over there, in that boot." Hyram points to a pile of garbage not far from Gierixa, using his other hand to make sure his face is obscured.

If she chooses to examine the pile

"I thought you would like it.", Hyram says, turning away from her. He does not wait to see if she takes it, and he begins throwing more garbage onto the burning blaze.

Gierixa;

"You've come back to pay me already? Whatever you're doing down there, you must be doing it right.", he yells back to her.

Great piles of trash stand between you and the disgusting Half-Orc. He moves around a large fire, and, hefting what looks like a large door, he adds more fuel to the main fire. High above the blaze, a long cord is strung, and on it hang various meats; a couple flanks, and a number of sausages hang in the smoke, being cured by the burning refuse.

"And you have the mushrooms too?"

"No, it's okay. I won't sell it. I'll just leave it over there, in a pile, tomorrow. Bring the money whenever you can."

Gierixa recalls seeing some special mushrooms growing in the marsh, on the other side of the graveyard. They're easily identifiable by the purple glow they give off at night, but their psychoactive properties are only activated by being dried properly.

Sorry, it's a weird system because I'm a weird DM. It will be over soon!

"Whaddya mean you don't have any in your garden? What else could you possibly be growing that would be so important?"

Either way works for me! A know:nature would substitute a gathering of information in this capacity; it would at least tell you where you could find some of those things, either a contact or a specific location, depending on the roll. Or you could just flat out tell him you're not that kinda lady.

"Well, payment, in full, when you get the coin, of course." Hyram throws some more garbage onto the fire. "And secondly, I'd like some of your crop. Just a little. It gets pretty dire up here sometimes, and you're obviously using this compost to grow something. Is it a strong smoke-weed? Or a hallucinatin' mushroom? It's gotta be something good, and I want a little cut."

All fantastic ideas. The last thing I want in this game is predictable and banal characters, obviously.

"Eye's bigger than your purse, woman?" Hyram moves a little closer to Gierixa, as if studying her.

"How bad do you need it? We can work some kind of deal, I'm sure. Real fair like." Hyram's gaze is tangible; it's as if he's looking right through her.

Yay! Excited to get everything moving. One little nitpick though; Gierixa has an intelligence score of 5, which is the same as an Otyugh, and actually lower than an Ogre. Don't get me wrong, I love her, and the last thing I want is the discourse to plummet into: "Me want poopy now! Need poopy for pretty flowers! You stupid!" I'm just not sure how you want to manifest her gaping lack of intelligence.

The smell is the first thing that hits Gierixa. Fetid, the smell was communication enough;it told Gierixa that she was close to Hyram, and that he was busy.

Sure enough, as she crested the last of the incline, she could see him hard at work, piling thick and soggy logs on top of the smoldering blaze. The wind was strong and blowing in her direction, taking his heavy musk along with it in a gust.

The same gust robs Hyram of his cowl, which he is quick to replace; the flash of one furry ear goes almost unnoticed. He circles wide around the flames, throwing a pile of clothing now, onto the heap.

He does not turn to acknowledge Gierixa, but instead calls out to her;

"I hear you! Don't think you can sneak up on me! What is it you want of Hyram?"