FIXED: Weary saying wrong price.

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Mhaliah
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FIXED: Weary saying wrong price.

Post by Mhaliah » Mon Mar 22, 2021 8:07 pm

You say 'trade'

* HP:Battered MV:Fresh >
A well-traveled merchant whispers to you, 'For a fee of 75 gold crowns, I exchange exotic items for the mundane.'

* HP:Battered MV:Fresh >
A well-traveled merchant whispers to you, 'Give me 75 gold crowns, then the item you wish to exchange.'

* HP:Battered MV:Fresh >
A well-traveled merchant whispers to you, 'Additionally, I have three sets of clothing currently for trade for the low price of five' <-----------------------

* HP:Battered MV:Fresh >
A well-traveled merchant whispers to you, 'I have a set of this here heavy armor, a set of light-weight clothing or a set of'

* HP:Battered MV:Fresh >
A well-traveled merchant whispers to you, 'Just give me the gold, all at once, and we will progress in our dealings.'

* HP:Battered MV:Fresh >
A well-traveled merchant winks suggestively at you.

* HP:Battered MV:Fresh > l
The Knave's Inn
The stone walls of the inn are stained with old, yellow tabac residue, the
color deepening to a dark brown towards the ceiling. The floor is strewn
with moist, sticky sawdust, the air redolent with the scent of spilled ale
and sweat. The counter is scuffed and splintered, varnish peeling and
cracking. Blackened beams cross the ceiling, an endless array of horse
brasses secured with rusted nails. A single cartwheel peppered with small
holes leans against the southern wall. Three large kegs sit on trestles
behind the bar. A silver tray of throwing knives rests on the counter.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A long wooden bench marked with rings of spilled ale sits here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.
Weary and coated in dust, a merchant stands here.
The postmaster stands here, ready to deliver the mail.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A bartender serves customers with a greedy smile.

* HP:Wounded MV:Fresh > time
It is 3 o'clock pm, on the 17th day of the month of Maigdhal, year 1389.
According to legend and prophecy, this is the Zunth Turn of the Wheel.
Fight well, die bravely!

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Aureus
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Re: FIXED: Weary saying wrong price.

Post by Aureus » Mon Mar 22, 2021 9:50 pm

Fixed.

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