Matanga's page

"I'm still interested as well," said Matanga.

"Oh, forgive me. My name is Zellara, I am who I say I am," she says. "Six weeks ago, I confronted Ghazi with some property that had been stolen from me, and I was defeated. So, naturally I went looking for help.

"So I had reason to remain hidden. Ghazi is evil and terrible, and if he found out that I reached out for help he would track me down and kill me. After all, a year ago, he stole this -- my Harrow Deck. My deck is important to me, as it is an heirloom passed down from mother to daughter through the generations.

"It is my sole means of support. So when Ghazi's pickpockets stole it, my son went after it and was slain by Ghazi. When I found out that the low life murdered my son, I went to the city guard for help but they could do nothing in tracking him down. So I confronted him myself.

"I Know where he is, my friends. He can be found at an old fishery at Westpier 17. And since he has defeated me before, I need your help in exacting Justice. This is because the Guards move so slowly and even if they were to arrest him, my feelings are that he will escape somehow. This criminal has evaded the Law for far too long, and it is time for matters to be taken in our own hands."

She sighs after saying so much. Then she turns to you. "If you will return your harrow cards to me now that we have met, I'll be ever so grateful," she says.

"Matanga, son of Ahsoka," said Matanga. "It's felicitous to meet you, Fajr."

"It must have been the gnolls!!" he said. "That's it, that's the last time they will take my merchandise! I'm going down there, and I'm just . . . just. . . going to take one of their women and sell her on the gladiator market!"

He looks at Fajr. "Wait a second," he asked. "What is your name, boy?"

Fajr just raises an eyebrow, almost as if she's asking what do you mean.

"I sell silks," said Matanga. "Silk sheets for sleeping on."

He goes back to look at his stock, and finds it missing. "Or I did . . ." he growled.

Matanga is an usual merchant. He looks like Shah Rukh Khan. The silk he sells is for sleeping on.

Thinking this is funny, Matanga wrote on the chalkboard with the chalk:

*tak schrish tiktick tack tatack schrish*

You're making a worst scene than I could. How about you buy some silks?

*tak tik taktak schwish tak tiktak*

Matanga sees what appears to be a boy beginning to mature into adulthood, though the clothing and the coverings over the person's head and face make it difficult to tell, writing on a chalkboard. After a few seconds the stranger holds it up and it reads:
You're a strange one.

Mantaga just smiles at the boy, and with a flourish of his Vudrani clothing, starts writing on the same chalkboard. After a few seconds, he holds it up to Fajr and it read:

rolling money: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 2, 4) = 12