Re-Take (this was read incorrectly, take said”I don’t see what you get”)

Riksanne, your husband’s such a stiff. I don’t get what you see in him.

 

Do you have any work for me?
I might. How good are you with a bow?

I’m all right.
Is that truth or modesty? It’s so hard to tell when you’ve spend your life around liars. Good ones at that.
I guess it doesn’t matter. You’re new, which makes you the only one here I can even remotely trust.

I’m a master of archery.
Then you’ll be perfect for this.

I can use one in a pinch.
Good to know. Sometimes even the best archers aren’t worth a scamp’s backside if the pressure’s on.
I rather have someone with a slow pulse and cold heart.

Terrible. I couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn.
Well, then this might not be the job for you. Still, it might be amusing to watch you try.

That depends. What are you asking?
Straight to the point, no foreplay. I like it.

The job’s simple. There’s a few birds circling the area around the docks.
I need you to shoot one down, and check his leg for a note.
I’d do it myself, but the guard’s got her eyes trained on me at all times.

What’s the note say?
It’s just a letter from my pen pal. Completely harmless.

Why is the guard so concerned over you?
It’s a mystery to me. I’ve been nothing but courteous.

That’s all the questions I had.
All right then. Happy hunting.

Actually, I already found your note.
Well, I guess it’s my lucky day. I’ll read it later when Inska’s by the dock.

One thing I love about that woman is she never strays from her routine. She’s basically a sundial with a bad haircut.
Anyways, here. A small gesture of appreciation. I’d say a token, but that’s a bad word to use around here.

I’ve got your note.
Good work. I’ll read it later when Inska’s by the dock.

 

 

 

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old lines

Well, well. Look what we have here. A fellow Stranded.
As the new blood around here, we need to watch each other’s backs.
And if the situation presents itself, maybe do a little business.

 

What’s your job here?
To put it simply, I bring in goods from far off places.
There’s a lot of wrecks on the far side of the island. A lot of ships that wash ashore with good cargo.

 

How do you obtain these goods? 
I have my ways. Trade secret, you understand.

 

How long have you been on this island?
Not long. A few months back I was a merchant in Jehanna, a port town in High Rock.
I got into a little trouble there and had to start over.
A man offered me offered a token. Said it’d take me to a place where no one could find me.
I didn’t take it literally, of course. But it turns out he wasn’t lying.

 

By business, I assume you mean something criminal. (Thief)
Me? Oh no, I’m a humble merchant, plying his trade in a quaint, seaside village.
But given your talents, I may need your services at some point.

 

Smart idea, paying the fine to Inska. The guard back in High Rock was just as insane.
Truth is, I was slated for the executioner’s axe. Only place safe was somewhere completely off the map.

That’s surprisingly candid.
Well, I like to test the waters a bit. People either react in one of two ways.
They applaud me for being so forthright, at which point I tell them I was falsely accused.
Or they say something completely different, at which point, we proceed to find out where our interests might meet.

So you’re criminal scum. Why are you not in chains?
Well, did I mention I was falsely accused? Just like you were.
Because let’s face it, the guard is more corrupt than any criminal ever could be.

What crime were you accused of?
The most heinous crime of them all. I went against my gut. Did a job I knew was a setup.

So you’re a thief.
That is hefty accusation coming from someone like yourself. But you might say it takes one to know one.

Going against your gut is a bad idea.
Greed is a fickle lover. It can drive you to great things but make you blind to the obvious.

You should trust your brain, not your innards.
My brain got me caught. Take my advice, always listen to your gut.

A job? That could mean any number of things.
That’s why I use it. It means the right thing to the right person.
But to the wrong person, it’s vague enough not to be incriminating.

 

Store
Everything you see here.
Take a look.

If you have any goods you need to unload, I’m your man, and this is your store.

I’ll wash your goods clean, for a price.

Hellos

If you believe the talk about Stranded living in the mountains, well, I’ve got a flying ship to sell you.

It’s best to be cautious in this town. Nowhere to run or hide if you get caught.

The guard, Inska, likes to inspect my wares. She says she’s looking for stolen goods, but I think she has a thing for me.

Inska’s got her eyes trained on me again. It’s these boyish good looks, I tell you.

The Elder’s a strange one. He’d stick out like sore thumb, if he weren’t hiding away in his cottage.

The oaf’s running the inn now, huh. Let’s just hope the ale doesn’t have nails in it.

I hear you’re living in that house on the coast. Elder Tynne offered it to me once. I told him I’d rather sleep on bed of slaughterfish.

I would avoid exploring any caves to the south. No treasure, and they smell like a troll’s armpit.

I like the inn. It’s where I do all my plotting.

 

Goodbye

Watch yourself.
Remember, you scratch my back, I scratch yours.
See ya.
Stay sharp.
All right then.

 

Scene

I’ve got my eye on you, Neimos. I know you’re up to something.

 

If that’s what you need to tell yourself to stop your aching heart.

 

What? What are you saying?

 

Oh, we both know the real reason you come to my shop. And it’s not to look at my wares.

 

Ugh. You’re disgusting.

 

You can only lie to yourself for so long.

 

Scene with Mojari

Hey cat, is it true that your people are excellent pickpockets?

 

Very much so. Except the only pocket this one picks is the ocean’s.

 

Well, if you find any coin purses in there, let me know.

 

Scene with Rolggi

You know, you should be teaching your kid a better trade.

 

What’s that? You want to be a kid for a day? 

 

I SAID, …ah, forget it. You can’t hear a damn thing anyway. Stupid old man.

 

How dare you! Respect your elders.

 

Oh, so now you can hear me.

 

No, but I can read a few lips.

 

Scene 

Riksanne, your husband’s such a stiff. I don’t get what you see in him.

 

He’s a good man who works an honest trade. What’s not to like?

 

Ah, so you favor honest men. I never stood a chance.

 

Quest

Hey, I heard a little rumor on the grapevine. Is it true the blacksmith wants to challenge the Orc?

Yes, it’s true.
Well, let’s hope he wins then. Of course, I’m not the kind of guy who relies on hope. I want the odds stacked in my favor.

What business is it of yours?
None. And yet, I’m the kind of guy who can’t help but meddle.

 

 

Why do you want the blacksmith to win?
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care about his ego, fragile as it is. I just have a vested interest in him not being the innkeeper.
It’s bad enough we don’t have a tavern wench, the last thing I want is my drinks served by a bitter blacksmith.

 

What did you have in mind?
Just a little friendly neighborhood sabotage.
The Orc keeps a pile of ingots in the cellar. I want you to swap them out with some that are…less than pure.
With those ingots, her wares will struggle to hold shape. The Nord wins the duel, and our precious inn keeps its feminine touch.

All right, I’ll make the swap.
Good. Here’s the ingots. I’ll leave the rest to you.

Sorry, I’m not interested.
A shame. I weep for the fate of our only inn. But I suppose there are other places to drink.

 

Post Main Quest

So apparently people are saying half the village turned to ghosts last night. Interesting.

 

There’s got to be a way to profit off all this turmoil.  Hm…I’ve got it! Ghost charms. Helps ward off the dead.