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11/22/11(Tue)16:36 No.16992618The...thing....stood there watching the party expectantly, antennae waving lightly in the air.
They'd just finished cleaning up the bandit ambush when it erupted out of the brush pincers waving and clicking something about refurbished equipment and sales, while brandishing merchandise with all forelegs.
For now, the party had reconvened at a safe distance to discuss...it.
"What do we do?" "...I think I peed myself." "Shut up, Joff." "It's just...watching. What does it want?" "No clue. All I heard were a bunch of weird dictionary words, then that skull thingy got shoved in my face." "...mine still had flesh on it..." "Shut up, Joff!"
They turned to look at it.
It perked up immediately, and waved a wad of leaves tentatively. "Is you needing catalogue?"
"...No, thanks."
The feelers drooped slightly, but the arm remained outstretched. "For perusing product? Have good price, all items is warranty...?"
"Um, really, we're good. Thanks."
One of the crumpled forms on the ground stirred with a groan. With a snap, the crustacean caught the bandit in a massive claw. "Please to not being disrupt business negotiations," it buzzed, before briskly hurling him over the treetops. There was a plaintive wail that trailed off in the air, punctuated by a thud.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I peed myself." "Shut UP, Joff!" "Uh, we'll have that, that, and that! Here, don't bother with the change!"
Merchant Errant Tchk'Ar'Htsk watched as the adventurers ran off, the coins clinking mutedly as he bounced the pouch in his hand. It was truly amazing what profits could be made with pickings from the ground and a suitably cutthroat demeanor - but then again, what else to expect out of the lesser raises? He clicked softly to himself, then set off to another likely path. |