Tiny "The Tinker"'s page

The patrons calm down slightly when they hear it was not exactly the Dungeon of Graves, but everyone knows the wilderness can be just as deadly.

Ye didn't 'ave run-in wit Aragnak, d'red dragon, did ye? Caravan master talked about seeing him flyin' overhead said he'd never been scared'r."

The friendly tinker chimes in. "Is it as dangerous and scary as they say. Nearly, nobody ever returns alive."

Patrons are eagerly listening to every word spoken, as if its gospel.

"Sir Kegmeister...do...do you remember me, T..T..Tiny" His rosy cheeks shiny, "we chatted a while ago, and you were kind enough to buy me a tankard or two,." His eyes yearn for the sudsy brew. "D...d...did my information help?

His rumors are listed under the rumor spoiler in the Campaign Tab

Tinker will finish his mead and stew thanking you, then turn to be on his way, "Take care, be carefully, use da feet to run if ye 'ave da. Ain't no same da live another day." He then leaves the tavern.

"Most people do die, lots a truth 'da dat, but some folks get in fer a looksie, nabbing a few things and movin' on. Most git robbed by Aragnak or bandit, I's suppose." He drinks from his frothy mug appearing to be thinking. [b]"Nutin' sez if ye git in, dat ye gotsta stay long, suppose."

"A brother of me buddy's cousin's sister-in law, is a guide and he sez that in the lush greenery of the foothills lies a large sunken
graveyard laid out in the shape of a cross, that's 'da main entrance."
He picks up his tankards and smiles, "Much 'preciated."

"Course now there are other ways in, if ye foll'r 'da goblins searching fer game. Seen them meself once when travelin' with a caravan, they forage and raid then go in their cave. The guards tracked 'em back ta a cave."

"Fair enough good fellas, a month back 'ad a knight at me shop, needed some quick work on 'is helm on account of Aragnak, d'red dragon, that lives south of 'ere and off the coast. He hunts unsuspecting folks and steals their treasures ...mostly from the upper levels of that there dungeon you'd be interested in. He's cunning but da knight said 'is life be worth more than his treasure, 'is companions chose otherwise. He was da only survivor." He shrugs, looking hopefully at his empty tankard. "Now,'dats a hoard of riches, all he's taken over the last couple years."

"Fer a tankard and bowl of stew, I's can tell ye whut I know from me work and 'da custom'rs who like to chat." His red bulbous nose nearly glows.

During the evening at the Sly Wink a friendly chap comes over, names Tiny, and visually you can can clearly see that a nickname. The short, exceptionally round, but jovial fellow says, "'ear ye b'askin' 'bout Rappan Athuk?" The a grumble form his belly followed an expulsion of air.

Tiny tells you, "the Mayors mansion was created long before the Thrune came into power. This demiplane probably came into existence with the first mayor that the Thrune supported. I'm unable to find any floorplans that are accessible to the public."

"I wouldn't doubt those that knew anything about the Manion's construction are disposed of."

Tiny sort listens to the the compound's description that you provide. He shakes his head a bit and nods then jots a few notes down. "Good for you, nice job, i'm happy to go there to see and help meself. Course, I can get most the things needed."

The noble never said anything about you NOT being able to bring in your assistant, or who you had to get items though.

As far as getting the other speciality equipment lets just say 500GP gets you masterwork quality assorted items.

"Well, can't go wrong with a little nicer clothes...less worklike clothes. Ya know sumthing sort of like goin' to a temple clothes." His chubby face looks at his friend, "Maybe them nobles need better security." Nodding his head vigorously, "Can't hurt to see whatchathey want."

"Besides the noble's son knows which one let 'em out of the cage."

"Ja 'ave a good time yesterday afternoon? David had ti carry you back nearly. He said ja'new f..f..companions be a fun sort. 'pparently there's a pretty and flirty cleric of the pleasure goddess, that had David's eye." Tiny giggles, "don't suppose she has any friends...don't reallyneedtobe pretty either." His belly rolls with his laughter.

"Happy to get the note to David fer you." As he wiped his greasy fingers on his trousers.

"So did yer traps work? It's important that they work." He asks and nods."I mean ye didn't know who they were for, but aslongasthey workas designed thatisthemost importantthing forus as designers."

"Nosireedidn't getno remainingpayment frum those fellas. Thoughtthey'd give it to you maybe. He responds with hand gestures waving in front of his large body.

"Whatsa the matter" stopping to remember his bucket of friend chicken on the counter, he picks up a fat breast piece and takes a big bite. With his mouth full "Wansumofthish" pointing his greasy finger at the bucket. He sits down and his ears perk up when Tweaker starts is story.

The simple sign reads: "Tiny's Oddities"

The store front is tucked back several blocks off the main road near the older docks and rundown warehouses. Near this part of the southeaster tip of the city is an area reserved for shipping, warehouses, and seedy taverns and brothels.

The tinker's shop stand open for trade, its friendly owner is happy to see his friend Tweaker when he arrives. "WOW, that must've been some job -- being gone fer nearly two weeks, not a word either." A slightly perturbed look on his face. "Pay must've beengreattokeep yathere." At times Tiny forgets to stope between words when he is excited.