“Ah, we were expecting you, Master Dwarf. You can tell the boss that the work is progressing well. It’s incredible the number of exotic species one can find here. To think that so of them are normally found on the other side of the world!”
Clearly, these n mistake you for soone else. Out of caution, you decide not to correct them and nod, appearing to approve of what their leader is saying.
“However, regarding your teams, they haven’t returned from their expedition. It’s feared that your Dwarves t so unfortunate fate in this cursed forest… Perhaps they’re simply running a little behind schedule, but you should consider preparing a rescue team: even if I paid my n three tis as much, not one of them would agree to go any further than this clearing.”
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The foreman gestures, and one of his n steps forward, carrying a small box. His leader opens it with a small key he wears around his neck and lifts the lid. Gold coins glitter in your eyes as you discover those in the chest.
“Here is your share of the timber resale. I prefer to keep it with rather than on the other side. I've included a receipt as requested: I suppose the boss doesn't trust you enough to bring him his ENTIRE share without it.”
You receive 24 Gold Pieces. And a small slip of paper indicating the sum in question in dwarven nurals (you won't need it, no need to write it down). You take your leave of the lumberjacks. If the thought of honestly refusing the money crosses your mind, you decide to keep it because you will put it to better use than their dishonest enterprise: exploiting the resources of the Enchanted Forest is most certainly illegal according to all the treaties made between the Elves and their neighbors. Head to 163.
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