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"Blast." mutters Mung as the Ravid flies off. Then he turns to Alia and Zokon, and offers them a couple of his famous meat pies (at retail cost of course--3 sp, or two for 7 sp).

"Seein' one 'o dah neighbors git turned into a lizard is enough to put most people offa eatin', so put 'em away while the gittin's good! Otherwise you'll be beatin' of a mob wit dat long, black, pig-poker o' yours." he says, and smiles horribly.

"Mr. Mung! Mr. Mung!" calls a woman's frantic voice from around the corner.

Mung appears within the crowd selling his (in)famous meat pies. Contrary to all expectations, this seems to settle the audience somewhat. Perhaps proving that the familiar--no matter how horrible--is still comforting.

When they arrive in Restov, before resting, Alia will find Mung in the Coppers, and ask him of news, politely declining food offered, but buying some for any street kids nearby.

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"MEAT PIES! MEAT PIES! FRESH, SAVORY, MEAT PIES! GET 'EM WHILST THEY ARE MEAT! Meat pie M'lords? It's 'Nearly-Two for One Toilsday!'" shouts a half-orc entrepreneur. From atop his crate perch he can be heard two streets over.

In conversation between customers, Alia learns that there is tension between some of the dueling schools in town, a centaur rebellion brewing to the south in what is now being called Varnhold, and that a number of big muckety-mucks from the Stolen Land and elsewhere are in town for something. "Why, I just saw the old Archbanker pass. He must not o' heard me, cause otherwise 'e would 'ave stopped. It's 'Nearly-Two for One Toilsday' ya know."

Mung of course thanks Alia and her friends again for saving the waterfront from an invasion of plague rats, and continues to not discuss where he acquires his 'meat' from.

Mund interrupts the interview again to shout at a passing black-lacquered coach, surrounded by a few fully-armored guardsmen in foreign-looking plate. They don't even slow down.

"Bah. Foreigners."

He nods at Perrine. "You too? You see that guy?"

"'Two' coming right up, sir! Say, what's this?"

"MEAT PIES! MEAT PIES! FRESH, SAVORY, MEAT PIES! GET 'EM WHILST THEY ARE MEAT! Meat pie M'lords? It's 'Nearly-Two for One Toilsday!'" shouts a half-orc entrepreneur in Einarr's and Tathane's ears.

"No worries. No worries friend. Eat up. You lot git a lifetime supply!" Mung shouts loud enough for the crowd to hear. "Terms and conditions apply o'course."

Boon - Mung's Brand: Unless things change the DC of Diplomacy and Gather Information checks made on residents of the Coppers is reduced by 2. This excludes members of the Scared Shadows.

For this trip only you may purchase items in Rstov at a 10% discount.

Mung wrote:

"If you give me a good turn and I can do ya one back and make your lives a bit more comfortable. 'Ay, whatcha say?"

"Well, Mung, we have a few things to take care of first, but we could look into it for you. What can you tell us about this Algie? Where was the last place he was seen?"

"Algie? I said, 'e's a ratter they got their guild hall up on Spit Street, little two-story jobby with a sign an' all, but 'e lives in the narrow's betwixt the Itinerant Shoreman's House and Old Mobi's Flophouse down near Icy Wharf, that's just up river."

Mung gives you a colorful set of directions to both.

"Very good, I'll take one, good man. How much? And can you tell me what news in the city? There wasn't such a smell or so much garbage last time I was in, and that wasn't so long ago."

"Yer a man of refined taste sir. Refined taste. I knows it the minute I sees ya. 'Mung' I says 'there goes a true, refined noble.' Three silver crowns (3sp) gov, or two pies fer seven."

"This twernt never the nicest part o' town, but over the last month things have really gotten bad. First, the garbage collectors stopped comin' then the sewers started backin' up. Now the rat-catchers are turnin' up dead." The corpulent pie man says with a sigh.

"Mung's the name. I be a baker ya see. Best meat pies in the Coppers. You lot look like a tough bunch. Maybe you can 'elp. One o' my suppliers, a gap-tooth fella by the name of Algie has got himself lost. No sign of the man for o'er a week now. I wouldn't worry none iffin' four others didn't go missing same way--and two o' them returned up dead. All in the last month, and all ratters too. I ain't got much coin, but everyone in the Copper's knows Mung. If you give me a good turn and I can do ya one back and make your lives a bit more comfortable. 'Ay, whatcha say?"

While most shops are closing down for the night, a lone half-orc vendor wanders the fish market plying his-

"Meat pies! Meat pies! Fresh, savory meat pies! Get 'em whilst they hot! Meat pie m'lords?"