Stig wants to give the hammer to Gittik, he can use it for trade in. Plus there's the whetstone, you can magic up a second weapon with it.
"You shou' tek these wee fella, Ah doornt plan un carryin' them. Trade the hammer in. The stoon'll mek another weapon magic fer the day."
"Oh, Stiggy, you nice! Now me have two magic hammer! Me sell both and have money for magic sword!"
Yeah. They'll hook you up.
Right on; any potions of curing//religious divine cleric (not druid) stuff the Pelorites will hook you guys up wit' wholesale.
Sorry if my late announcement of this fact may cause confusion.
An old Rhennee fortuneteller woman sells Beldan a potion of invisibility out of a wagon down by the riverside; it's permanently there--a fact you can tell by the two bent right wheels and the lack of droving beasts, or rig or yoke of any kind for that matter.
She looks at Beldan, (whether he buys anything or not)....
and says, "be thee wary.....I see the trow in your future..."
Pharsia cringes up against him as the old womans' eyes roll up in her head as she speaks the prophecy.
"Let's get out of here," she whispers.
I don't think the healing wand can be recharged; they'll sell you a new one at cost for 375 g.p., or trade your old one for a new one.
Holy water's wholesale too; 25 g.p. for 2 vials.
Remove disease scroll will run you 187.5 g.p. wholesale,
as will remove curse.
Becton will get:
-(1) scroll each of remove curse and disease-Replace my old wand for new one (how many charges? 50?)
-(4) Holy water vials
All told, about 425 gp, I think.
50 charges is correct; and the 425 g.p. is as well.
"Oh, Stiggy, you nice! Now me have two magic hammer! Me sell both and have money for magic sword!"
“Trow? I think that’s … a type of boat,” says Beldan soothingly, leading Pharsia away (after purchasing the potion). “Rhennee word. Probably talking about those pirates…”
<Watching what Tenser is doing with a dog he met on the roadside.>
"Tenser, 'es a male dug, dontcha noo! Are ye feckin' queer noo?"
"Ree roo!"
"Meh, dog like goblin - all same in dark."
“Trow? I think that’s … a type of boat,” says Beldan soothingly, leading Pharsia away (after purchasing the potion). “Rhennee word. Probably talking about those pirates…”
Half standard price i.e. "at cost."
"Meh, dog like goblin - all same in dark."
"Waw, ye rooted a dug hae ye? Ya musta been raht liquered te do tha'."
"Goblin man as ugly as goblin woman - sometimes you only know after."
"Goblin man as ugly as goblin woman - sometimes you only know after."
"Hit's loi thah for dwarvun mares to, ah list in the case o' Stig's muther."
Stovie announces his presence down the block. His shiny brass city guardsman's badge glints in the sun for an instant, before the sun hides again behind dreary cloudcover.
"Hoy, Maechaemmaer, anna you hairt, thar's such truck as leash laws in this good and lawful conurbation. I guess a Maechaemmer, thinks scroggin in public is business as usual?"
"Why aren't you wearing one then?" deadpans Beldan (quietly).
"Oot! Speak up, ya wee pup. Sound off lieya got a pair!"
"Noothin ta say, hae ya. Aye reckoned as much. Maechaemmaers, wee pissants the lot of them."
"Och. Ya dinna want any o' this, lad."
"Och. Ya dinna want any o' this, lad."
"I doubt anyone wants any of that."
"Thah's reet....hey!"
"Did ye say somethin' ye sack ay jobby? Ah thooght 'at was th' dugs humpin'."
"Ah sad ah hava fist weer mah chin shide be, ah s@+&e lightning boolts, an yar better brang a wipyin wot annae made by a Mah-hammaeh ta dispatch mih."
"Whit was 'at agin? Ye said ye want me tae beat ye wi' th' flat ay mah axe, cut aff yer beard an' mince it up yer crease?"
"Aye!!! Tha' ah do! Wyntyeh covomma ere in dyoo thah!?!"
"Weyl Ah woodnae wanna whack ye with 'is MacHammar wippin."
"Me no understand anything they say."
"Me no understand anything they say."
"'E sed 'es gonna tak our girls and git jiggy wi' 'em.... Ye unnerstand 'at?"
"YOU NO TOUCH JANE!! ME KILL YOU!!"
<draws weapons, froths at mouth>
<Stiggy pulls out his axe and starts screaming.>
"GWAAAAAA FUUUUUUUFFFGGGHGGHG!"
<Spittle sprays out and gets caught on his beard.>
<Tenser gets all worked up because Gittik and Stig are screaming.>
"ROFR! ROFR!"
"Hey Stiggy, me no shout at you, me shout at him. YOU NO TOUCH MY GIRL!"
"Hoooooo now, porcine Stiggy! So yannid year frands ti fate yoor battles fearin ya, his is noo. Wall, hile bib ba' wi' a hie passel o' kinfook, an' dee this proper."
He turns and walks away.
"What him say just then? YOU NO TOUCH JAAAAAAANE!!"
He turns---
"I said....rue this day, wee sprat. Aye, rue. this. day. For you hae earned th' ire of the Pudgworrnaigch's. Your life can be tallied in breaths, lad."
Then he walks off some more.
The dog barks; he almost trips.
"I think him say something bad to me..? ME KILL YOU!! YOU NO TOUCH MY GIRL!!"
He climbs on a horse; no mean feat for the short stout dwarf. He rides off at a bouncing trot; his body plunging up and down in the saddle like an engine valve. Perhaps it is the hand of god keeps the throttled dwarf from flying out of his saddle.
"Yaah, ye stooobairn bist! Yah!"
"Yah, mule! Yih buck like Gittik's girly! Yah!!!"
"ME HEAR THAT! And me understand, too."
He starts shouting "Jane" every time the horse bucks him.
"Horses remind him of gals? Pervert."
“That reminds me,” says Beldan, “there’s been something I’ve been wondering Stiggy … is it true that Dwarven women are hairy like … all over? That's what I heard.”
To Stovie: "Sick feckin' bastert."
To Beldan: "Aye, mammy MacHammar 'as a beart. No moustaches though thank Moradin."