>>31389295
You are Norman Niemand, manning the counter on a chilly autumn day in Clay’s Potions and Solutions. You would have gone out to lunch had it not been for a very indecisive adventurer at the shelves. He was a tall man, clad in a light mail hauberk, with a huge round shield and an axe on his back. His face told you that he was about in his thirties and was more confused than an Elf over why humanity is. In the two hours he spent going over the two pastes, he had gone through examinations of his own weapons, his armor, some philosophies on his enemy, and he had even left to swing his weapon around to test its speed. This adventurer at least knew what he was doing, and he was very polite, introducing himself when he walked in.

>> CALDWELL COLVILLE COALHEARTH <<
>> Adventurer of the Dwarvish Confederacy <<

In his hands are two jars of enchantment paste. Enchantment paste worked a bit like the polisher used to keep swords, axes, and other sharp weapons clean. You wiped it on the weapon, the weapon is blessed with a certain magical power for as long as the paste remains on the weapon. The more quality pastes are the ones that remain on the weapon through intense combat and other rigors that an adventurer would go through.

But despite that, this particular adventurer didn’t seem to know his pastes when he sees them. In his hands were a jar for Mister Randall’s “Freeze-on-contact” paste, and Clay’s own, “Acidic Poison Blood Infector” paste.

He looked over at you, holding the jars up. “Which do you think, Shopkeeper? I have to fight a giant cobra the length of this city tonight with a raiding party of fifteen other people. Don’t need collateral damage after all.”

> Use what you want.
> Go for the Freeze paste.
> Go for the Poison Paste.
> Maybe you shouldn’t buy anything.
> Write in

>>31389304
> Go for the Freeze paste.
They are cold blooded so it will do more damage.

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>>31389304
Well, Cobra's are already poisonous, or rather can spew poison, but that doesn't really mean they're immune to it themselves. So, while it's contrary to simple though, the Poison Blood Infector will be your best bet. Hit the thing anywhere and it'll get in, travel around and kill its organs for you. If you just use the freeze-on-contact it won't really care that part of it's gigantic body wont move right. Also, your blade might get stuck.

Get the Poison Paste, also can I recommend you some of our defensive pastes? particularly poison resistance, and some elemental earth strengthening for your armor should it knock you around.

>>31389304
> Go for the Freeze paste.
good luck in any case.

>>31389304
They're cold-blooded, so freeze-on-contact. It could be immune to poison, so no go there.

>>31389304
>> Go for the Freeze paste.
Going by logic freeze potion should slow it down right?

>>31389463
poisons that you can easily buy out of a shop tends to have a low fort save DC.

>>31389529
Get the fuck out Fluff

>>31389304
>> Go for the Freeze paste.

Cold blooded

>Acidic Poison Blood Infector
>Don’t need collateral damage after all.
Am I the only one thinking Aliens here?

>Freeze paste
Gets his weapon stuck.

>>31389304
> Maybe you shouldn’t buy anything.
He'll be better off.

> Go for the Freeze paste.

You say, “The Freeze paste ought to slow that Elven-loving thing to a crawl. You go with that, maybe, should save you some frustration with it slithering about.”

Coalhearth looks at the Freeze paste. “That’s good logic…” he looks over at the Poison paste. “But… poison. I like the sound of it. But I don’t have enough gold for both.”

“Go for the freeze,” you say.

Coalhearth nods, saying, “Alright, fair point.” He places the Poison jar back on the shelf, then walks over to the counter, placing the jar on it. “Right, that oughta be fifteen gold?”

“Fifteen gold,” you say as you accept his money. You quickly count it up, all fifteen gold pieces. “Might I recommend some poison resistance potions? Perhaps stock up on healing potions as well?”

Coalhearth smiles, chuckling. “I would, but we stocked up on enough to heal a city of injured back in Ilirea.” He drops an additional five on the counter. “And that’s for you, thanks for your service, good sir.”

> “Thank you.”
> “I can’t accept a tip, I’m just doing my job.”
> Write in

>>31389600
> “I can’t accept a tip, I’m just doing my job.”
We aren't strapped for money since our raise.

>>31389600
>given a tip
[Fear of having given the wrong advice intensifies.]

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>>31389600
Accept tip

When you make it back, you should visit our shop again.

>adjust glasses

>>31389600
> “Thank you.”
>>31389540
no

>>31389759
You are a cancer. You have no need to attention whore if you are just voting. Cut it out.

>>31389600
> “Thank you.”
For all we know, refusing tips from Dwarves is an insult. For all I know, I might be overthinking things.

>>31389600
>“Thank you.”

>>31389600
>> “Thank you.”

>Please Come again

>>31389600
>> Write in
Just tell me how it goes, if the paste works as intended, a few glowing comments of where you got it will be reward enough for our shop.

>>31389807
I think GS has that bit. We're just choosing whether or not to accept.

>>31389787
that and any gold we can earn is not a bad thing.
>>31389769
my, you sound rather mad today.

> “Thank you.”

You smile at him, pocketing the money for yourself. “Thanks, sir. Don’t really know what I’d do to deserve a tip.”

Coalhearth shrugs. “Well, a boy your age should be in adventuring. Going out in the world, fighting the unknown! I’d imagine I’d kill myself manning a shop, it’s not particularly exciting.”

You shrug. “My parents are adventurers, I didn’t particularly want to become an adventurer myself.”

“Ah, well you have the look of a very strong adventurer, that would explain a few things.” He snaps his finger, smirking. “The women must be all over you!”

“Sure,” you say. “Anyway, please come again.”

“Sure, sure!” says Coalhearth as he tosses the Freeze Jar into his inventory rift. He waves goodbye and walks out, whistling with a skip in his step. Finally, you say. You look over at the clock, just about time for lunch. Marigold won’t be home from the Academy for another few hours either. Mister Randall is upstairs working on his enchantments, but he doesn’t like being bothered when he does. Clay is also working on new health potions in the stockroom.

What shall you do?

> Continue manning the counter
> Check in on Clay
> Check in on Mister Randall
> Head to lunch
> Write in

>>31389907
>Continue manning the counter

>>31389907
>> Continue manning the counter
Meet new people! Hi Mom....

>>31389907
> Head to lunch

>>31389907
Check in on Clay, but keep an ear out for the door bell.

>>31389946
>tfw mom probably won't recognize us

>>31389907
> Continue manning the counter
check to make sure the wares are presentable.

>>31389907
>> Continue manning the counter

We have a strong work ethic

>>31389907
> Check in on Clay

>>31389907
> Continue manning the counter

>>31389983
I love you too Anon. I would give you a hug, but it's rather hard to do that though my screen.

> Continue manning the counter
> Check in on Clay

You crack open the stockroom door, peeking in to see Clay busy at work. His ghostly cat form stands at a cauldron, where he bubbles a great green goo which can later be turned into various kinds of potions, all depending on mixture of magic of course. “Doing alright, Clay?”

Clay blinks his glowing red eyes. “No, I am not, Mister Niemand. It is rather difficult to feel things as they are and as they will be in my incorporeal form which denies the pleasures of this universe.”

…

Clay says, “That was a joke.”

…

Clay says, “You’re supposed to laugh.”

You nod. “Hahaha. Yeah,” you say, awkwardly. “Funny joke, Clay. Just checking in on you.” With that, you shut the door. That Spellcat needs to learn some new jokes. Preferably actual ones.

You return to the counter, leaning forward on it with crossed arms and a bored expression. A couple of days ago, the King’s Festival kicked off without a hitch, and it was definitely all good fun going with Mister Randall and Miss Merriweather, along with Miss Eckhardt, Miss Willmot and Mister Smith and his wife. The tourney, the food, the magical demonstrations, all of it was so exciting.

But now, it was again the same old days.

You yawn a little. Maybe you should’ve gone to lunch. You can probably hold out for another hour so.

Then the door bursts open, a huge hulking man in a black robe walks in, his eyes darkened by shadow, and his beard flowing down to his chest. He walks up to you. “Hide me,” he says.

You take a good look at him. “… My Lord?”

The Royal Announcer comes in from behind him. “Introducing…!”

[1/2]

>>31390196
[2/2]

>> LORD LEANDROS LYSANDROS LAYTON LAMARR THE FIFTIETH <<
>> SON OF LYCURGUS LYSANDROS LYLE LAMARR THE FOURTY-NINTH, LORD GOVERNOR OF THE HIGH CITY OF IMPERIAL CITY AND LORD OF THE FIEFDOMS OF JONESTOWN, STONEBRIDGE, STEELWATER, BAKERSTON, JAMESVILLE, SWORDWALLER, TWO BRIDGES, CASTLE WAXER, CASTLE KESSEL, AND FORT MONTAGNE. SLAYER OF THE ELDER DRAGON NAMED SMOKER, DEFEATOR OF THE BEAST HYDRA, DESTROYER OF THE GREAT EMPEROR CRAB OF STEEL WATER, AND MERCHANT LORD OF THE KINGDOM OF THERINDEL, THIRTY-SEVENTH IN THE LINE OF SUCCESSION <<

Lord Leandros takes off his hood, frowning. He looks over at the Announcer. “Thank you, lovely. Take lunch will you?” The Announcer nods then leaves the store. He looks over at you. “But for the love of the King, please hide me.”

You look at him. “Why?” You grow a little concerned. “Is it assassins?”

“Worse,” he says. “Galena means to shave my beard.”

“Ah!” you say. “Really. Okay. Why?”

Lord Leandros leans on the counter, his heavy plate armor clinking and clanging. “The Archduke of Albernala is coming today, and Galena means to make me presentable to him.” He strokes his beard lovingly. “Which means having to shave this poor little thing which I have spent weeks grooming to its current length!”

You cross your arms. “Okay…”

“Now, please, will you hide me?” he asks. The store shakes a little with a loud booming coming from upstairs. “What was that?”

You say, “That was Mister Randall. Don’t mind him.”

“Please just hide me,” he pleads, clasping his hands together. “Just for the day! I will pay you anything!”

> “Just go get your beard shaven.”
> “Fine.”
> “This is a store, not a refugee camp.”
> Write in

>>31390213
> "Fine"
THINK OF THE PUBLICITY

>>31390213
> Write in
Shout upstairs that it was just clay showing off.
And hide him.

>>31390213
> “Fine.”
this should be entertaining. take him downstairs into the basement or the store room.

>>31390213
>> “This is a store, not a refugee camp.”
fucking spoiled royals

>>31390213
> “This is a store, not a refugee camp.”

>>31390213
>> “Fine.”
this means shennanigans with Galena

>>31390213
You can purchase an invisibility potion for a mere 10g here sire, but if you really don't want to be found, I can recommend our specialty potion of mage's stealth, 15 minutes of protection from most low to medium-high level seeking spells, major invisibility, and silent step per dose at the low price of 120g per 3 dose flask

>>31390213
>> “Fine.”

>> Write in
Do we have topical invisibility enchantment pastes or the like? He might be able to saturate the beard to hide it rather than being badgered into cutting it off outright.

We're in sales. Magical sales. L^5 is a man in need of a solution to a problem.

>>31390213
> Write in
Why not just groom the beard to be presentable? It'll still be there, just handsome looking.

>accepting to help annoying royal lord fiftynames for free
you disappoint me

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"Don't worry sire, if worst comes to worst, I'll distract Galena with another dance or five."

> “Fine.”

You say, “I suppose I have a few invisibility potions-“

“Nah, nah, Galena’s onto that,” he says, waving you off. “It’s that eyepatch of hers. Sort of a Magical sightseeing thing of hers. Potions won’t work.”

You look down at the floorboards. Hm.

…

…

Guardswoman Galena Gavina Garrison bursts through the door, scanning the room with her one good eye, her armor clinking as she walks in, her hands clasped behind her back. You say, “Welcome, Miss Garrison. Come to buy something?”

Garrison says, “No, Mister Niemand. I am in search of My Lord. He’s escaped my presence, ostensibly to keep that disgusting beard of his on his face. I don’t suppose you’ve seen him?”

You shake your head. “No, ma’am. You’re free to search, just don’t disturb Mister Randall, he’s currently busy at work,” you say. “Heck, feel free to look around the store, see if any potions suit your fancy.”

She holds up a hand. “No thank you, I will just search the place and I will be on my way.” With that, she begins checking around the store, around shelves, under the counter, and then she walks into the stockroom.

You’re still a bit hungry.

> Get lunch
> Talk to Galena (Topic?)
> See if Clay needs help
> Check on Mister Randall
> Continue manning the counter
> Write in

>>31390485
>> See if Clay needs help

>>31390485
>Continue manning the counter

>>31390485
>> Get lunch
Set Clay to watch her if she starts moving stuff, we gonna need to make sure things are put right back and hazardous or fragile items aren't messed with.

>>31390485
> Get lunch
> Talk to Galena (Topic?)
Invite her to dinner later.

>>31390485
"How was my dancing?"
Constantly hit on her until she agrees to go out with us, or storms off, leaving the lord still hidden!

>>31390485
>> Get lunch
Take the hidden Lord with you.

Rolled 8

>>31390485
> Get lunch for us and Galena and eat it in the shop
If Lord pompous wants to impose on us, we're gonna make him sweat out the entire day

>>31390485
> Get lunch

>Ask her for lunch

>>31390485
>Continue manning the counter

>>31390485
> Talk to Galena
and
> Continue manning the counter
"I am curious. Just why are you so against our lord from having a beard?" i want to see her response.

>>31390485
>Talk to Galena (Topic?)
Ask her out

>>31390485
>Write-in
Break into song. Dance her all the way to the market.

I am gonna keep doing this at some point in every thread till it works.

> Get Lunch

You ask Garrison, “Would you like to have some lunch with me, Miss Garrison? I’m about to go out and grab some.”

“No thank you,” she says, poking her head out of the storeroom. “I am simply in search of My Lord, and I am certain I will find him soon. Shouldn’t take the whole afternoon. Go then, have lunch, Mister Niemand.”

“You sure? Already have lunch?” you say.

“No, my duties as the Lord’s bodyguard dictates that I keep my meals small and sparse.” she says. “But regardless, I respectfully refuse lunch with you today.”

“Alright,” you say. “Clay!” Clay speeds out of the stockroom and onto the counter. “Can you watch the store for me? I’m heading out for lunch, I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Sure, Mister Niemand. I’ll make sure Miss Garrison doesn’t break anything either.”

“Good,” you say. With that, you grab your coat and head on out to the closest place to have lunch. The Tavern.

You enter inside to meet the Barkeep. “Ah, Mister Niemand! Come to get lunch?”

> “Something big and filling, I’ll be here for a while.”
> “Something small, I’m heading back to the shop and eating there.”
> Write in

>>31390711
>> “Something big and filling, I’ll be here for a while.”
Goodbye raise!

>>31390711
> “Something small, I’m heading back to the shop and eating there.”

>>31390711
> “Something small, I’m heading back to the shop and eating there.”

>>31390711
>“Something small, I’m heading back to the shop and eating there.
We want to be there when that guy leaves so that he can pay us

>>31390711
>> “Something small, I’m heading back to the shop and eating there.”

>>31390711
> “Something small, I’m heading back to the shop and eating there.”
> Write in
"and something to take with me, it might be a busy day today." might as well get the lord a bite to eat as well.

>>31390785
or at least recognize that he owes us a favor

Rolled 9

>>31390711
>> “Something big and filling, but I'll take it to go, eating back at the shop."

>>31390633
Her response would've been "How did you know that I had issue my lord's beard?"

>>31390785
>>31390802
This.

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> “Something small, I’m heading back to the shop and eating there.”

You manage to avoid Miss Willmot by buying up a small meal of bread and an orange. Not much to eat but it’ll get you through to dinner at least. You say goodbye to the Barkeep and quickly head out of the tavern, starting your way back to the shop.

You walk in, dropping the food in a bag onto the counter. Garrison walks downstairs, knocking on the walls gently, silent as a stalker. “Hello, Miss Garrison. Find him yet?”

She says, “No.” She walks over into the middle of the shop, looking at you with but a hint of contempt. “I suppose a peasant like yourself wouldn’t be someone My Lord would rely on to be hidden from me.”

You shrug. “Well, we’re not a refugee camp, Miss Garrison. We’re a shop. We-“

“He’s hiding under the floorboards. Isn’t he.”

…

> “… no.”
> “… yes.”
> Write in

>>31390829
good point, then i would amend my question to be "Just what is it this time that would make him want to hide from you?"

Rolled 4

>>31390886
> “… no.”
> "But for 20 gold he might be."

>>31390886
> Write in
No, thats where we keep the shoplifters

>>31390886
"At one point yes, but he snuck out while you were in the storeroom."

>>31390886
> Write in
"...maybe"

>>31390886
> “… no.”
POKER FACE! don't crack at all!

>>31390886
> Write in

We have some items to help locate him/

>>31390886
> Write in
I'll tell you if you agree to dinner.

>>31390886
"...maybe"

>>31390886
>>31390954
This

>>31390886
"....what would it be worth to you if he was?"

>>31390829
>>31390888

>>31390485
>Garrison says, “No, Mister Niemand. I am in search of My Lord. He’s escaped my presence, ostensibly to keep that disgusting beard of his on his face.
C'mon.

>>31390915
>>31390917
>>31390954
One of these. Don't care which.

>>31390954
this
>>31390917
then this if she agrees

>>31390954
This one

>>31391063
You can't lie to the lady if we're asking for dinner.

>>31391086
We most certainly can

I'm so glad you guys are more keen on waifuing the military girl then that annoying bookworm.

>>31391112
Are we a douchebag?

>>31390886
Scoff loudly followed up with "Yeah, and my parents are famous adventurers, and I decided to work in a small-time magic shop to get away from the exictement"
In the most sarcastic manner possible.

>>31391132
No, but we certainly love money, and we don't get any money if we sell him out

>>31391125
Originally I prefered Ecjhart, but honestly, garrison is a lot more interesting and moe compared to her.

>>31391151
Also, consider the fact that we pretty much stormed the castle not too long ago and *stole her equipment*, and the whole 'not wanting to be an adventurer' will look blatantly false.

> Write in

“I’ll tell you if perhaps you would accompany me for dinner, later, Miss Garrison.” You give your best smile at her.

Garrison simply looks at you, then down at the floorboards. She takes a step back, bends over, and rips it the board from the floor, revealing Lord Leandros lying on his back, squeezed between the floor and the dirt. He looks up at a very angry Garrison, to which he can only grin nervously.

You suppose that’s as best a refusal you’re going to get.

“Galena!” says Lord Leandros. “It’s quite the surprise seeing you here! I was just looking for gold underneath this shop, and wouldn’t you know it! Turns out they don’t-“

Garrison pulls out a small knife from her boot, brandishing it at Lord Leandros. “Oh, Galena, please. It took me weeks to grow this thing! What will Archduke Anselm think of me?”

Galena says, “He’ll think you are properly cared for and not some bum on the street. Now, I’m shaving that beard one way or another.”

With that, Lord Leandros relented, crawling out of the floor, then sitting down on a nearby stool. Garrison quickly prepared a bucket of water and splashed it onto his lap. “Did I say you could shave him here?” you ask.

Lord Leandros glumly says, “Might as well get it over with.”

“Now, My Lord. Don’t be a baby,” says Garrison as she quickly sharpens the knife.

“Maybe if you stopped treating me like one.”

“Maybe if you stopped acting like one.”

> Continue manning the Shop
> Check in on Clay
> Check in on Mister Randall
> Talk to Garrison (Topic?)
> Talk to Lord Leandros (Topic?)
> Write in

>>31391132
we are being deceitful on the request and command of our Lord. We are just being a good citizen and agent of his.

>>31391174
Who are we kidding when the clear prize is Marigold? The other girls are just distractions from the true path.

>>31391196
Honestly, I don't know why you people voted for that option, saying that's pretty much confirming 'yes, he's under there.'

Way to go guys...

>>31391196
> Check in on Mister Randall

>>31391196
>> Talk to Lord Leandros (Topic?)
When does Garrison have a day off?

>>31391196
> Continue manning the Shop
"I swear you two act like you are married to one another." see if THAT gets a reaction from them. oh, and replace the floor boards.

>>31391196
>> Continue manning the Shop

>>31391196
>> Write in
Can you at least do it in the backyard? Thanks.

>>31391276
This
we cant just let the shop get destroyed while we're supposed to be watching it

>>31391275
might as well

> Continue manning the Shop

You quickly nail the misplaced floorboard back into place. Garrison says, “I do apologize for that. I’ll compensate the damages if there are any.”

You sigh, sitting up straight, rubbing your back. “It’s no problem, Miss Garrison. The board itself is fine, just needed to be nailed back into place.”

“Speaking of compensation,” says Lord Leandros. “You did help hide me, I will pay you a price of one hundred gold for that. It’s the least I can do for making the effort.”

You shake your head. “I’m only serving you as a good serf would, My Lord. No compensation needed.”

“Even so,” he says as Garrison sits in front of him, cutting the hairs away from his face with her knife. “Loyalty is to be rewarded.” He snaps his finger, and a servant immediately drops a bag of gold onto the counter, then slides away out of the store. “There, it’s yours to do as you see fit.”

You blink. “Well, thank you.”

“Of course-“ Lord Leandros flinches. “Ouch!”

“Hold still,” says Garrison. She rubs at the spot, just a slight cut. “Ah, cut you, I apologize deeply My Lord.”

Leandros smiles, shutting his eyes. “It’s no trouble, Garrison. I’m sure you have lots of experience shaving your le-“

“My Lord, I have a knife to your cheek. Do you want to finish that sentence?” she says simply.

“Fair point,” he says.

With that, a Dwarf walks in, squat and clad in heavy metal armor, streamlined all to hell like a metal can of sorts. “Afternoon!” he grunts as he walks in. He stops to bow, taking off his helmet to reveal his bald head and his great red beard tied into a braid. “I am Daedalus Daring!”

>> DAEDALUS DARING <<
>> Dwarven Adventurer of the Sea <<

> Let him browse
> “Can I help you?”
> Talk to Someone (Specify, Topic?)
> Write in

>>31391548
Excuse ourselves to the lord and see if the dwarf needs any help with anything

>>31391548
>> “How may I be of service?”

>>31391548
> “Can I help you?”
yet...
>Leandros smiles, shutting his eyes. “It’s no trouble, Garrison. I’m sure you have lots of experience shaving your le-“

>“My Lord, I have a knife to your cheek. Do you want to finish that sentence?” she says simply.

>“Fair point,” he says.

how does he know this? and i would dare say that he has some interest in her as well.

>>31391693
>how does he know this?
are you seriously this retarded?

Am I the only one who's somewhat worried from all the business that having the fucking Lord in 'our' shop?

God it'd get even worse if they show up here regularily as comic relief characters.

>>31391729
It's fluff bringer, 'nuff said.

>>31391548
> “Can I help you?”

Clerks gonna clerk.

>>31391693
I am assuming it's just an assumption of his.

>>31391548

>> “Can I help you?”

> “Can I help you?”

He looks up at you, donning his helmet again. “You sure can, son. I’m looking for something that’ll help me kill a very big seabeast just off the coast. It’s a monstrous squid of epic proportions, has sank seven ships and damaged countless others.” He looks around the shop, walking around with his short legs. “And I need something that will help me slay it.”

You nod. “Well, we have various poison potions, sir. They all work within a power thirty second timeframe whereupon the beast in question will have his blood turned into acid. You can tip harpoons with it if that’s your fancy.”

“Nah, nah,” says the Dwarf. “I need something a little more… personal.”

“Elaborate,” you say.

He makes a choking motion with his hands. “I need something that’ll help me choke the life out of the squid with my own bare hands!” He looks at you, quirking a fuzzy brow of his. “Got anything like that?”

> Super-large Strength Potion (30 Gold)
> Durability Enchantment to a pair of Gauntlets (10 Gold)
> Potion of Unlimited Breathing (10 Gold)
> Write in

>>31391888
> Super-large Strength Potion (30 Gold)
> Durability Enchantment to a pair of Gauntlets (10 Gold)
> Potion of Unlimited Breathing (10 Gold)
Um....duh?

>>31391888
>> Super-large Strength Potion (30 Gold)
Well sir we have these available, but if thats a bit much, or not enough of a challenge for you, we also offer
> Durability Enchantment to a pair of Gauntlets (10 Gold)
> Potion of Unlimited Breathing (10 Gold)

>>31391888
> Super-large Strength Potion (30 Gold)
> Durability Enchantment to a pair of Gauntlets (10 Gold)
> Potion of Unlimited Breathing (10 Gold)
All of them

>>31391888
> Super-large Strength Potion (30 Gold)
> Durability Enchantment to a pair of Gauntlets (10 Gold)
> Potion of Unlimited Breathing (10 Gold)
show him the wares, see what he likes

>>31391888
Recommend
> Potion of Unlimited Breathing (10 Gold)
If he wants a challenge. If he wishes to be a filthy casual, he can take the other two.

While all of these potions *can* help the dwarf out, there's still the problem of getting his hands on the squid. Even if he's as strong as a god, it won't be of much help he can't get a good grip on the squid enough to strangle it; he might be able to deliver a huge punch to the thing or pinch off a goodly-sized portion of skin, but strangling it might be difficult without increasing his size or mechanical assistance.

Unless that strength potion also increases his size. But he might also want to invest in buoyancy or flying enchantments so he won't sink into the sea if he chooses to wrassle it.

>He stops to bow, taking off his helmet to reveal his bald head and his great red beard tied into a braid.
Watch for the sympathetic cringe that comes with watching a great man and his greater beard being so sadly torn from one another.

>>31391888
>> Potion of Unlimited Breathing (10 Gold)
"This is non-negotiable. We at Clay's aren't in the habit of letting our customers die absurd deaths, after all."

The rest is up to personal preference.

Getting HUGE to fight the squid on equal footing is definitely awesome from an outside perspective, but from his own? Kind of feels like just being regular and fighting off a slightly large squid.

> Write in
Something slippery, so he can make sure that the squid isn't the one doing the life-choking, perhaps.

>>31391950
This man's right. Supporting just the Waterbreathing Potion.

>>31391888
>Potion of Unlimited Breathing (10 Gold)

Can you even strangle a squid? I mean, you could wring it until it's effectively in mangled two halves, but can you strangle it?

>>31391888
> Potion of Unlimited Breathing (10 Gold)
I wonder if he would feel insulted if we suggest the strength potion. Either way we need to ask him about how he plans on managing it.

> All of it (50 Gold)

He drops all the suggested wares down. “You know,” you say. “You only really need the Potion of Unlimited Breathing.”

The Dwarf says, “Ha! I’m a Dwarf, we acknowledge our weaknesses unlike pansy Elves, Orcs, or Vogelvolk. I’m going to need every bit of Strength I can muster to wring the life out of that colossal squid!”

You shrug. “Alright, that’s fifty gold then.” He tears open an inventory rift, then quickly musters up the cash from it, dropping it onto the counter. “Thank you, need anything else?”

The Dwarf scratches his beard, looking around to see Lord Leandros getting shaved. He shudders visibly. Lord Leandros glares at him, giving him a stinkeye. “Well,” says Daring. “I suppose not. Unless you think I might need another Super-Large Potion, I hear they only last an hour.”

> “Sure, you might need another one.”
> “Nah, please come again.”
> Write in

>>31392181
> Write In
Well, if it's better to be safe then sorry

Rolled 17

>>31392181
Well, it couldn't hurt.
You could always resale the extra if you end up not needing it

>>31392181
>“Sure, you might need another one.”

It never hurts to be prepared. Having super-strength is also very useful in many other situations outside of squid strangling.


You guys think we should offer a discount for the second potion?

>>31392238

I'd give him a discount

>>31392181
>>31392220
This

>>31392181
>> “Sure, you might need another one.”
Mention the previous dwarf, his prey was a city wide snake. Is there some contest going on?

> “Sure, you might need another one.”

You say, “Better safe than sorry.”

The Dwarf scratches his beard then, much to Lord Leandros’ consternation. Daring says, “Aye, I suppose another one wouldn’t hurt.” He quickly grabs another one off the shelves then places it down. “Right, how much is that then?”

You say, “Eighty gold.” He quickly pulls out the requisite gold for the extra potion. “That all?”

“Nope, I’m feeling good. Trust me, next time you see me, I will be eating calamari for the next month!” He laughs, slapping his leg. “But seriously, I’m going to choke the life out of that squid.” He takes the potions and enchantment and tosses them into the inventory rift. “Wish me luck.”

“Best of luck to you then, sir,” you say with a smile. He waves goodbye as he leaves.

Garrison says, “Finished.” She stands up, revealing Lord Leandro’s completely smooth face. She shows a mirror to him.

Lord Leandros says, “Ugh, I look like some babyfaced thug.”

“I think you look very dignified,” says Garrison. “At least you’re not the Lord who attempted to enact Primae noctis on his populace.”

“Oh, don’t remind me,” says Lord Leandros as he stands. He looks over at you. “Apologies for taking your time, Mister Niemand. We will be leaving now.”

[1/2]

>>31392570
[2/2]

You nod. “Of course,” you say. Lord Leandros, however, slides over onto the counter. “My Lord?”

“However, I will entertain the possibility of you taking Galena out on the town,” he says with a coy smile.

“My Lord,” says Garrison. “Please. It is my duty to guard you. I do not have time for that.”

Lord Leandros shrugs, pushing off the counter and walking to the door. “I suppose. Come to the palace then if you’re off work, Mister Niemand. Galena really needs a break one of these days.”

With that, Lord Leandros and Garrison leave with little fanfare befitting them. About ten minutes later, Marigold arrives home with three friends of hers.

“Ah, Norman!” Marigold grins as she walks up to the counter. “How was your day?”

> “Exciting.”
> “Nothing special.”
> “How was yours, Miss Merriweather?”
> Write in

>>31392592
>> “Nothing special.”
"Just having to shelter a lord from his beard razing bodyguard while manning the store. Which reminds me."

Grab a broom and sweep the loose hair out of the door.

>> “How was yours, Miss Merriweather?”

>>31392592
> Nothing special
as we take the bag of gold off the counter

Rolled 1

>>31392592
"Nothing special,How was yours, Miss Merriweather?"

>>31392592
I got rejected by Garrison.

>>31392667
whoa, lets skip this

>>31392667

Pretty sure we have a date, even if it'll be against her wises.

>>31392592
>"I got rejected by Garrison"

>>31392754

Why? Are we going to pursue romantic interests now?

> “Nothing special.”

You shrug. “Pretty boring day. Lord Leandros actually came by, and we had few sales, other than that. Nothing too special.” You look at Marigold’s friends. “Who are they?”

Marigold introduces you to them. “These are Delilah DeWitt, Denise DuGaulle, and Karen Kokkinos. The four us happen to be an a cappella band!”

You nod, then look over at the stairs to see Mister Randall come down. He coughs a bit, waving in front of his face. The old wizard’s gained a few wrinkles as well. “Goodness, quite the business with enchantments.” Marigold hugs him instantly. “Ah, evening sweetie!”

Marigold smiles, then returns to her friends. “We were just about to study for an upcoming examination, get some songs into our heads too. Want to hear us, Papa?”

“Of course!” says Mister Randall as he sits down on the stool, slowly. “Go on.”

The four of them assemble, to which DeWitt whistles a tune, then the four start singing, motioning with their hands to keep rhythm.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZCvZY6oxFc

…

…

The two of you clap. “Splendid!” says Mister Randall. “Absolutely marvelous!”

You nod. “That’s excellent, Miss Merriweather.”

“Thank you!” says Marigold. “We’ll be in my room! I’ll take over for you in a bit, Mister Niemand.” With that, the four of them run up the stairs.

> Continue manning the Shop
> Talk to Mister Randall (Topic?)
> Check in on Clay
> Check in on Marigold
> Write in

>>31392592
>> Write in
"Work, work..."

>>31392883
>> Continue manning the Shop
>> Check in on Clay
Try to incubate some emotions into him.

>>31392883
> Talk to Mister Randall (What were you up to anyway?)

>>31392883
>>31392949
This

>>31392883
>Check in on Clay

>>31392967
>Talk to Mister Randall (What were you up to anyway?)

>>31392883
>> Continue manning the Shop

>>31392883
>continue manning the shop

> Continue Manning the Shop
> Check in on Clay
> Talk to Mister Randall

You open the stockroom again, to see Clay simply resting on the shelf. “Doing alright, Clay?”

Clay says, “No. I am actually injured and in need of medical assistance.”

…

“That was a joke,” says Clay.

You nod. “Clay, maybe you should accept that you’re pretty bad at jokes.” Clay curls up goes back to resting. You shrug and close the door. “So, Mister Randall. Get anything done today? Store rumbled a bit you know.”

Mister Randall pulls out his pipe and starts stuffing some pipeweed into it. “Well,” he says as he lights it up. “I was working on a Fire and an Electricity merger of an enchantment. It’d work with arrows and bolts mostly, make the target explode so to speak.”

You ask, “Did it work?”

“Nah,” says Mister Randall. “Too unstable. I need a different formula for it. Perhaps just an electric type of enchantment mixed with some kinetic force and a dash of strength.”

“Well,” you say as you lean on the counter. “I’m no Wizard, Mister Randall. You know this stuff better than I do.”

Mister Randall coughs a bit, blowing smoke from his nose. “Yeah, yeah. Of course. I am getting old mind you, I’m not the Wizard I used to be, Mister Niemand.”

With that, you continue manning the shop. The dinner hour starts approaching fast. With that, Marigold comes down, dressed out in a simple tunic, a black hose for her legs, a brown tabard. “Alright, I’m here to man the shop!”

“What about your friends?” asks Mister Randall.

Marigold says, “They don’t need me distracting them from their work!” She thumps her chest proudly. “I am a model student after all!”

Clay shifts out of the door quickly. “That’s not saying much.”

> Punch out for the Day
> Continue manning the Shop
> Talk to Mister Randall (Topic?)
> Talk to Clay (Topic?)
> Talk to Marigold (Topic?)
> Write in

>>31393254
>Punch out for the Day
>Ask Randall about rejuvenation magic. Does it exist/work? Why not use some?

>>31393254
>> Talk to Clay (Jokes)
Tell him about content, timing and delivery.

Rolled 6

>>31393254
>> Talk to Marigold (Topic?)

>>31393254
>> Punch out for the Day

>>31393254
>> Continue manning the Shop
>> Talk to Mister Randall (Topic?)
Why not make the enchantment as a remote detonating device?

It might be a good idea and safe for demolition purposes

>>31393254
> Punch out for the Day
Encounters HO!
>>31393432
I like how we try to turn his inventions into something practical but he never wants any of it.

>>31393520
Slice of life type encounters that is.

>>31393254
>>31393432
Do this

> Punch out for the day
> Talk to Mister Randall

“Maybe you should consider alternative things for your enchantments, perhaps you can use that previous one as a like uh… grenade or something? Perhaps even something that can be activated on command.”

Mister Randall waves you off. “Hey, you said you weren’t a Wizard.”

“Just saying,” you say as you grab your coat throw it on. “Anyway, I think I’ll head off from here.”

Marigold smiles. “Of course, Mister Niemand. We’ll be here tomorrow!”

“Alright, goodbye.” You wave goodbye to the three masters of Magic Shop and head outside, taking in the chilly autumn as you walk away from the shop.

Question is, what do you do now?

> Walk Around
> Visit Eckhardt at her Bookstore
> Visit the Tavern
> Visit Garrison at the Palace
> Head Home

>>31393616
>> Visit Garrison at the Palace

>>31393616
>Visit Garrison at the Palace

I'd like to visit the tavern, but Garrison is love too.

>>31393616
> Visit Garrison at the Palace
She's probably expecting us.

>>31393616
> Visit Garrison at the Palace
and than maybe hit up the tavern for some dinner

>>31393616
>>31393675
>Garrison is love
This is true.

>>31393616
>> Visit Garrison at the Palace

For as many participants as this quests seems to get, I'm honestly surprised at how we can all agree here.

So hungry. Not that I disapprove. I would've waited

>>31393616
I like glasses and mead, but beard slayer needs a break. And by break I mean food. With us. Tonight.

> Visit Garrison at the Palace

You climb the steps up to the Royal Palace. It was common for peasants to hang around the Royal Palace for even a glimpse of his Lord, Lord Leandros, and with the Archduke coming, there was a bit of a bigger crowd forming at the door.

You shove your way through to the front of the crowd, basking in the warmth of it as the day gets colder and colder. You walk up to the guards. “Excuse me, I’m here to see Miss Garrison.” The two guards look at each other, confused. You say, “Lord Leandros might be expecting me.”

The guard on your right suddenly has an epiphany. “Oh, right. You’re supposed to ‘relieve’ some of Miss Garrison’s stress.” The two guards burst into a fit of suppressed laughter. “Alright, go on in.” The doors open for you, allowing you to walk right in. The guards don’t let any prospective peasants follow you in.

The inside of the Palace is full of life and vigor as servants run to and fro with ale and food in hand. You carefully walk past and up to the throneroom, where at a small table set out for them, the Archduke and Lord Leandros talk it out. Next to Lord Leandros stands Garrison, ready to assault anyone who dare strike the Lord.

“You are the biggest liar I know!” says Leandros, pointing his mug of ale at him.

“And you are the most babyfaced Lord I know,” says the Archduke with a heavy grin. “Trust me, his head came flying right off his shoulders, splattered me and some of my Companion Cavalry with enough blood to fill an oliphant.”

You walk up to them, bowing. “My Lord. I’m here.”

Lord Leandros and the Archduke look at you. Lord Leandros smiles. “Ah, Mister Niemand!” He gestures towards the Archduke. “I was just telling the Archduke about what happened today.”

The Archduke nods. “I assume you know my name?”

You nod. “I do, My Lord.”

“Well, too bad,” he says. He snaps his finger, and Royal Herald slides in.

He begins. “Introducing…!”
[1/2]

>>31393994
[2/2]

>> ARCHDUKE ANSELM ANDRONICUS ARTHUR ARMANDO ALONZO ALFONZO AARON ARCHER ARKOS ABERNATHY ALISTAIR ALLENDE ABBRACCIABENE ABRAHAMSON <<
>> Son of Abel Abram Abramsson Abreu Accosi Alonzo Alfonzo Arcade Ackerman Achterop Achterkamp Acheson Accrsio Acone abbracciabene Abrahamson, Lord Governor of Albernala and Lord of the Fiefdoms of Terril, Galinville, Skarsville, Heideville, Schwarzwaldspitze, Koenigsberg, Stonewater, Woodbridge, Braddock’s Landing, Anthony’s Crossroads, Bailerton, Clifford, Riverston, Riverstone, Goldstown, Jamestown, Edward’s Mountain, Bacon Hill, King’s Road, Petunia Road, Quicksilver, Cobraville, Cadwall, High Mountain, George’s Landing, Castle Welker, Castle Gordon, Castle Stalker, Castle Mountain, Castle Fortress, Castle Reynolds, Castle Stark, Castle Spearhead, Castle Wildnerness, Fort Wilder, Fort Lee, Fort Archer, Fort Uhlan, and Fort Sorrel. Chief Marshall of the Kingdom of Therindel’s Armies, Subjugator of the Dwarven State of Oin and Governor General of the Population of Oin. Conqueror of the Kingdom of Viraxia. Leader of the Free Companies of Kolborn. Slayer of the Elder Dragon named Tyrantmaster, Savior of the city of Clifford, Destroyer of the Greater Yeti of the Frozen North, Ruler of the Rebellious Dwarves of Oin, and Immolator of the Kingdom of Viraxia, Creator of Unity between Stonewater and Woodbridge, Slaughterer of the Orc Pirate Kings, Vanquisher of the Thieves’ Guild, Destructor of the Barbarian Hordes of the West, Master of the Cavalry, and the Warlord of Therindel, Fifteenth in the line of succession. <<

You nod. “Quite a mouthful, My Lord.”

The Archduke smiles. “Of course, come to join us for a drink?”

> “Sure.”
> “Actually, I was here for Miss Garrison, take her for dinner.”
> Write in

>>31394020
>> “Actually, I was here for Miss Garrison, take her for dinner.”
>> Write in
Who's on guard duty then? Reinhold?

>>31394020
>> “Actually, I was here for Miss Garrison, take her for dinner.”

Rolled 5

>>31394020
>> “Actually, I was here for Miss Garrison, take her for dinner.”

No brakes.

>>31394020
>> “Actually, I was here for Miss Garrison, take her for dinner.”

>>31394020
And he's only 15th!

> “Actually, I was here for Miss Garrison, take her for dinner.”

>>31394020
>> “Sure.”
>> “Actually, I was here for Miss Garrison, take her for dinner.”
I don't see why we can't have a quick dreak, talk a bit, and then leave.

>>31394020
> “Actually, I was here for Miss Garrison, take her for dinner.”

> “Actually, I was here for Miss Garrison, take her for dinner.”

Garrison narrows her eyes at you. “Excuse me?”

“Excellent!” says Lord Leandros. “I shall have my finest chefs prepare the best dinner they can for the two of you!”

“Hold on,” says Garrison. “I didn’t agree to this.”

Archduke Anselm says, “Oh, lighten up, Miss Garrison. A man is courting you. Are you not grateful for that?”

Garrison pauses, then says, “I am but my duty is to-“

“Galena.” Lord Leandros turns to her, looking upon her like a father would their troublemaking child. “You need some kind of break. Honestly. Just for tonight, see how it goes, I’m sure Mister Niemand is a fine gentleman.”

Garrison frowns, biting her lip. “B-But… what if someone tries to poison your food or attempt to slit your throat while you sleep?”

“I have twenty other bodyguards here,” he says, pointing them all out. They all stand at attention. “Plus,” he snaps his finger, sending a Servant to the table. “Food taster. Five of them.”

“I- Um…” Garrison is obviously trying to work the gears in her head to make an argument, but simply can’t find it. She relents, her shoulders slacking. “Fine.”

“Great!” says Lord Leandros. “I’ll call the chefs!”

> “Thank you, My Lord.”
> “Actually, My Lord, I’ll be taking her on the town at your discretion.
> Write in

>>31394365
> “Actually, My Lord, I’ll be taking her on the town at your discretion.
Proper date, yo.

>>31394365
> “Actually, My Lord, I’ll be taking her on the town at your discretion.
Time to go pick fights with bums to impress her

>>31394365
>> “Actually, My Lord, I’ll be taking her on the town at your discretion.
>> Write in
"If it makes you comfortable Miss.Garrison

>>31394365
>“Actually, My Lord, I’ll be taking her on the town at your discretion.

>>31394365
>“Actually, My Lord, I’ll be taking her on the town at your discretion.

Ohohohoh. It's not taking her out to dinner if we're eating at her place.

>>31394365
>> “Actually, My Lord, I’ll be taking her on the town at your discretion.

>>31394365
> “Actually, My Lord, I’ll be taking her on the town at your discretion.
All dis consensus.

> “Actually, My Lord, I’ll be taking her on the town at your discretion.

“Ha!” Lord Leandros grins. “Excellent! Like a true gentleman! Fine then.” He looks over to the servant. “Call off the chefs!”

The servant says, “But the Chefs are preparing your dinner with Archduke Anselm, My Lord.”

“Ah,” Lord Leandros scratches his bare chin. “Okay, call the Chefs then.”

“But the Chefs are already in progress with your dinner, My Lord.”

“Call off the Chefs a little then, I don’t know,” he says. He looks over at you. “Take her someplace fun, let her relax and unwind. Maybe she’ll give you a nice proper kiss if you do it properly.”

Garrison says, “My Lord, please.”

Lord Leandros and Archduke Anselm laugh outloud, holding their guts as you lead her on out of the palace. With that, you arrive at the steps, the chilly air keeping you alert. She stands next to you, her arms crossed, glaring forward.

You say, “So, you’re going like that?” You notice she’s still in her armor and guard regalia.

“I have nothing else to wear,” she says. “Because I have a job to do.”

You nod. “I don’t blame you.”

Where should you go?

> Tavern for some music, fun, and possibly a night with her.
> A dive bar on the wharf where the Sailors give their own unique brand of language and music
> A good respectable restaurant that actually has decent food
> Write in

>>31394697
>Tavern for some music, fun, and possibly a night with her.

>>31394697
> Tavern for some music, fun, and possibly a night with her.

Time for some wining, dining, and gently cuddling without our raging strong arms.

>>31394697
> A dive bar on the wharf where the Sailors give their own unique brand of language and music
I don't think a respectable restaurant will make her feel welcome in guard regalia

>>31394697
> A dive bar on the wharf where the Sailors give their own unique brand of language and music
must fight sailors to impress guard-waifu

>>31394697
I really have no idea where to go, but > A good respectable restaurant is probably the wrong choice here. She probably has lived entirely on formal places and would just complain about how it isn't comparable to what the food at the castle is like.

>>31394697
>> Write in
A Clothing Store, get her something decent to wear.

Rolled 19

>>31394697
>> A good respectable restaurant that actually has decent food
What else are we gonna spend that tip on?

>>31394697
>A good respectable restaurant that actually has decent food

Stroking her ego first might be good? Then it's tavern time and dancing.

>>31394849
this sounds like it might work

>>31394849
But anon, it's a date! You don't shop for clothes on a dinner date!

>>31394849
>wanting to girlify the tomboy
no, that is a horrible idea

>>31394849
Supporting.

>>31394809
>>31394849
Change my vote to this. Assuming, of course, that we go get some food after.

>>31394969
Not to make her wear girl clothes, but give her something other then her armor and uniform. Give her something casual

>>31395013
That is acceptable

>>31394697
Tavern isn't a good idea unless we're aiming to pick up the barmaid at the same time.

Are we?

> A dive bar on the wharf where the Sailors give their own unique brand of language and music

> Write in

You arrive at the Tailor’s that you and Marigold visited a few weeks back. Garrison commissions a new outfit for herself so that she may look “proper” for your date tonight.

You wait outside the changing room for a little while, tapping your fingers along your thigh as you sit and wait.

The Orc tailor walks out. “She is done,” he says. Garrison walks out, clad in a blue tunic, a darker blue skirt reaching down to her knees, black hose, and a grey shawl around her shoulder.

You say, “That looks almost like your guard regalia.”

“If it works, don’t fix it,” she says.

You shrug. “Fair point. Any place you want to eat, Miss Garrison?”

She sets down the appropriate amount of gold for the outfit and shrugs. “Wherever you feel is fine, Mister Niemand.”

> Tavern for some music, fun, and possibly a night with her.
> A dive bar on the wharf where the Sailors give their own unique brand of language and music
> A good respectable restaurant that actually has decent food
> Your home. You can cook, a little.
> Write in

>>31394697
Seconding >>31394849

Followed by
> Tavern for some music, fun, and possibly a night with her.

>>31394697
How much can we afford for this date?

>>31395073
> Tavern for some music, fun, and possibly a night with her.

Rolled 9

>>31395080
We got a hundred gold tip earlier today.

>>31395073
>> Tavern for some music, fun, and possibly a night with her.

Barfights?

Rolled 70

>>31395073
>> A dive bar on the wharf where the Sailors give their own unique brand of language and music

Tarvern means running into Wilmot

>>31395073
>> Tavern for some music, fun, and possibly a night with her.

>>31395073
> Tavern for some music, fun, and possibly a night with her.
>>31395080
Probably quite a bit. We got that tip earlier after all.

>>31395073

Don't want love triangles with the barmaid.

> A dive bar on the wharf where the Sailors give their own unique brand of language and music

>>31395073
>Your home. You can cook, a little.

Can't resist this. Also has the most time to get to know her while alone and without interrutions.

Gah, I really shouldn't be shipping for her, I'm supposed to suport Willmot, damnit.

>>3139515
>>31395126
Hey guys, there is more then just one tavern in the city right? We probably know more then one that we could go to. Right German?
Actually, I guess it might make things interesting if we NTR her...

>>31395073
>> A good respectable restaurant that actually has decent food

>>31395073
>> Your home. You can cook, a little.

Why are we trying to get the date interrupted

>>31395216
how would it be NTRing when we are not in a relationship with the whore of a barmaid

>>31395073
>> Your home. You can cook, a little.

Dude, I don't think Knight is easy to get laid with, and also the whore might be there

>>31395073
>> Your home. You can cook, a little.

> Tavern for some music, fun, and possibly a night with her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAO0fbBkZdg

You order up some food at the bar as you sit down at a little booth for the two of you. Garrison looks around, skeptical, even a bit confused, with her one good eye.

You sit across from her, watching the people dance on the floor, the humans, dwarves, orcs, vogelvolk, and others drink and dance their money away. The music is loud and alive with happiness.

You say, “Quite the place, I’m a regular here. They have some good food, the old man Mister Igram keeps a tight ship with his cooks and the like.”

Garrison nods, looking at you, her good eye squinting. “That so?”

You shrug. “Well, yeah.”

> Talk to Garrison (Topic?)
>> Eyepatch
>> Job
>> Her day
> Dance
> Eat
> Head somewhere else (Specify)
> Write in

>>31395353
>> Eat

>>31395353
>Talk to Garrison (Topic?)
>Her day

>>31395353
>>> Her day
then dance

>>31395353
>>> Her day
then
> Eat
then
> Dance

Rolled 6

>>31395353
Talk to Garrison
>job- especially how she got into it.
>ask her how her day was, apologize for the inconvenience.

Then either eat or dace first, depending on her preference, followed by the other.

>>31394697
>> A good respectable restaurant that actually has decent food
Ms. Garrison is a classy lady

Rolled 67

incoming ntr

>>31395444
learn what words mean

>>31395429
>>31395353
This while ordering some food maybe

>>31395353
> Talk to Garrison (Topic?)
>> Her day
> Eat

>>31395467

>Garrison ntring wilmot

>>31395444
>>31395580

There is no romance between any of the characters so far. Stop it.

>>31395353
Maybe we should regale her with stories of our adventures fighting the never ending fight of a store worker.

>>31395580
we are not in a relationship with wilmot

> Talk to Garrison
> Eat

You dig into your slice of beef, chicken, with a side of carrots and cheese. “So, Miss Garrison. Anything exciting happen to you today, besides having to shave the Lord clean of his beard?”

Garrison shakes her head. “Besides the arrival of the Archduke, nothing too exciting.”

…

You continue eating, looking at her confusedly. You say, “Well, ain’t that something.”

“Huh?” Garrison looks up from her meal.

“Just saying, I’d figure the life of a Guardswoman would be more exciting,” you say. You wave it off. “Bah, nevermind it. Are you enjoying the food?”

She nods. “It’s delicious.”

…

You say, “You know, Miss Garrison. You can talk too.”

“I just choose not to, I have nothing important to say or anything of note to discuss, my duty is to guard Lord Leandros and that means standing around doing nothing,” she says. “I apologize if I’m coming across as abrasive, that’s the reality of it, honest.”

You shrug. You look over to see Winona Willmot at the bar, looking at the two of you with a knowing smirk. She mouths, “You renting a room with her?” to you.

> Mouth back, “No.”
> Mouth back, “Yes.”
> Ignore her
> Write in

>>31395646
She just wants to fuck us since we dance with her but not fuck her like the other guys

>>31395714
>Mouth back, “Yes.”
Here we go.

>>31395714
Ignore Wilmot, ask Miss Garrison how she came to be devoted to her Lord.

>>31395714
>Shrug
> Write in
Ask Garrison bout the eye patch

>>31395749
>>31395714
This

>>31395714
>> Mouth No

we will use our room thank you

>>31395714
> Ignore her

Okay, new angle. Can we ask her about where she's from? Her life before becoming a royal guard?

>>31395714
>Shrug

Too early to tell, tough nut

>>31395714
>>31395793
I support this

>>31395793
This sounds good.

>>31395714
>Mouth back, “No.”Yet

Why are we being mean to the bar wench?

>>31395910

It's always waifus

>>31395910
We're not, we're being a perfect gentleman. Which confuses the everliving hell out of her because she expects people to jump into bed with her at the drop of a hat.

> Write in

You shrug at her, to which Willmot waves her hand dismissively at you then goes to talk to Mister Igram. You look back at Garrison, who is currently poking at her food curiously. “So, Miss Garrison. I’m curious. How’d you become Lord Leandros’ personal bodyguard? Doesn’t seem like something you can just walk in and request.”

Garrison says, “I was fourteen when I became a Guardswoman in Ilirea. I distinguished myself by saving Lord Leandros from an assassin. It cost me my eye.”

“Ah,” you say. “Must have been terrible.”

“It was, I was in pain and I was quite conscious.” She shrugs. “However, Lord Leandros took pity on me, and admired my dedication. He took me in as part of his Royal Guard, and eventually I became his personal bodyguard.”

You nod. “How long ago was that?”

“About five years, I turn nineteen in December,” she says. “Why?”

You blink. “Pretty young, don’t you think?”

“Pretty old to be sitting at home not adventuring, don’t you think?” she responds.

> “I remain here because I want to be.”
> “My parents are adventurers.”
> “Let’s not play twenty questions.”
> Write in

>>31395910
I don't know, maybe they were all hit on by one and they split their spaghetti. This is their way of coping.

>>31395969

>> “My parents are adventurers.”

but

> “I remain here because I want to be.”

>>31395969
>> “My parents are adventurers.”

>>31395969
>Not everyone wants to risk their lives for glory. I just want to see how things work out here.

>>31395969

>I remain here because I want to be
>Is there a problem with my work?

>>31395969
Seconding >>31396004

"And besides, if I were adventuring out there, I never would have met you."

>>31396072
I like this

>>31396072
Fund it

>>31396072
That's way too cheesy, holy cow.

>>31396072
Maybe change that last part to I never would have the chance to have dinner with you now.

>>31396120
Full cheesy. We should say something about the light reflecting in her eyes too.

>>31395969
>>31396004
this

> “I remain here because I want to be.”
> “My parents are adventurers.”

You say, “I was raised by adventurers actually. Mother and Father are still out there getting riches and slaying beasts, going on the grandest adventures. I could join them out there, but I’m not.”

Garrison looks at you skeptically. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to,” you say. “I like being here. Just… the peace. I don’t have that spirit of adventure like other guys do I suppose.”

She frowns a little. “Ah, I see.”

“Well,” you shrug. “It ain’t anything to worry about honestly. I get to meet nice people, like Mister Randall, Marigold, Clay, you, Lord Leandros. Then you have Mister Schwarz, Mister Igram over there, Miss Willmot, and Miss Eckhardt.” You smile, slapping the table. “Heck, I’d rather be at this table with you rather than seeking riches in the Frozen North. That’s just what it is.”

Garrison nods, leaning back in her seat, crossing her arms. “I see. That’s… very interesting, Mister Niemand.”

“Is it?” you say.

“I admit, Mister Niemand. Lots of guys and occasionally a few girls end up very attracted to me, they always try to woo me with shows of strength, of tales of their bravery and other adventuring.” She smiles, faintly. “You’re quite different.”

You smile back at her, chewing on a bit of chicken.

> Talk to Garrison (Topic?)
> Dance
> Head somewhere else (Specify)
> Write in

>>31396170
>her eyes
dude...

>>31396228
>> Dance
"I probably can't dance as well as they would to, but that's not going to stop me trying."

>>31396228
>Dance

>>31396170
Not sure what to say to that...

>>31396228
> Dance

> Talk to Garrison (Girls?)

>Take her hand and lead her like last time

>>31396229
Full cheesy.

>>31396228
>"You're quite different."
We've already won, its over

>>31396170
>eye

>>31396267
I was referring to her only having one eye

>>31396228
>>31396265

This might be the only thing we have advantage over

>>31396228
> Dance
Wonder if she practiced on her own.

> Dance

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gyj7m0QdFkM

You take Garrison’s hand again as you step and stomp on the dance floor to the music. Garrison slips and stumbles a little, apparently having never practiced since you first danced with her after that wedding debacle. It’s all in good fun however. Garrison looks down at her feet, carefully mimicking your movements as you clack your heels, stomp your feet, and step by step dance along.

She says, “You’re a good dancer.”

“I don’t consider myself one,” you say.

She quirks her brow at that, but quickly resumes looking down at her own feet, trying not to trip.

You say, “Don’t look down, just let the music take you.”

She sighs, then looks directly at you, her lips pursed as she dances across from you, her hands gripping the sides of her skirt as she kicks and stomps to the beat.

“That’s it!” you say, standing next to her. She dances, chuckling a little as you watch over her. “Like that! You’re getting the hang of it.”

She immediately trips, falling right into your arms. She looks up at you, surprised, a blush forming on your cheeks.

You say, “Let’s not discuss this?”

“Please,” she says.

> Talk to Garrison (Topic?)
> Continue Dancing
> Head somewhere else (Specify)
> Escort Garrison to the Palace
> Rent a Room with Garrison
> Bring Garrison home with you
> Write in

>>31396524
>Bring Garrison home with you

>>31396524
> Continue Dancing

>ask if she's having fun