Ol'Man Remus's page

The Remus gives "Normal Human" and odd look and scratches his head. And they say my low gothic is bad He thinks to himself. "Now that's a deal!" He accepts the guilders and bites them and smells them to verify authenticity. He smiles in approval.

"So as I was sayin', careful down there gents." When he says gents, it is almost a question as glances at "Normal Human" Wrath on first Insight: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 2, 6) = 13 there seems to be a flash of surprise for a split second in his eyes before he diverts them and decides not to press the issue. He walks away with his currency behind a pile of rubble.

"Oh, yes a good bit of stabby metal this one. Found it on one of 'dem ol'blackboys left to rot by an Orlok attack on the Wildsnake brewery down the ally aways. Ifin' you be interested could probably let it go for say 100 Guilders.?" Remus displays the blade. It is a wicked thing, curved and meant to be held in a reverse grip.
Persuasion opposed test to bargain for the blade: 9d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 2, 5, 4, 3, 4, 4, 5) = 35

"So you are going down there eh? Well don't let me stop you, not that I could if I wanted to, but just remember t'ain't no reds or yellows down there at all. Not that there are many up here, well 'cept you and yours on occasion of course. I'd reconsider though if'in I were you. I'm old as you know, and not ever seen one return once they gone down, not even a yellow. But you know you so i'll be me and stay out of it. Just don't you be sayin' I didn' warn you. As Old Man Remus speaks over the sounds of the gangs fighting in the distance you can not decide what is worse, his low gothic grammar or his breath, but he has been a sold contact in the past and true to the Imperial cause so you forgive him minor transgressions, though calling Adeptus Arbites "reds" and Imperial Fist Astartes "yellows" would at the very least be grounds for a stern lecture and perhaps a flogging at this particular moment you have urgent business so you pretend not to hear it.