Buy some rations - Revision history

SteveJacksoff at 17:26, 24 April 2025

SteveJacksoff — Thu, 24 Apr 2025 17:26:53 GMT

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	You go over with the Sightmistress to a modest stall with golden flatbreads stacked invitingly atop a wooden counter. Behind it stands the owner – a young woman, no more than twenty. Her sun-kissed skin bears a light dusting of flour, and a loose braid tumbles over her shoulder. A few stray wisps of hair frame her round, freckled cheeks. Her simple linen attire is well-worn. There’s a shyness to her, but also a quiet steadiness. You can tell she’s no stranger to the responsibility of trading.		You go over with the Sightmistress to a modest stall with golden flatbreads stacked invitingly atop a wooden counter. Behind it stands the owner – a young woman, no more than twenty. Her sun-kissed skin bears a light dusting of flour, and a loose braid tumbles over her shoulder. A few stray wisps of hair frame her round, freckled cheeks. Her simple linen attire is well-worn. There’s a shyness to her, but also a quiet steadiness. You can tell she’s no stranger to the responsibility of trading.

-	"Two ~~Gold Pieces~~ per ration," she pipes in a lilting voice. There’s a flicker of curiosity in her amber eyes as she looks you over.	+	"Two gold pieces per ration," she pipes in a lilting voice. There’s a flicker of curiosity in her amber eyes as she looks you over.

	Do you:		Do you:

SteveJacksoff at 16:59, 24 March 2025

SteveJacksoff — Mon, 24 Mar 2025 16:59:40 GMT

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	Small traders in the Settlement supply the Sightmaster Warriors. They bustle about, stalls packed with dried meats and thick cloaks. The air is rich with the smell of baked bread and fresh-cut cheese.		Small traders in the Settlement supply the Sightmaster Warriors. They bustle about, stalls packed with dried meats and thick cloaks. The air is rich with the smell of baked bread and fresh-cut cheese.

-	You go over with the Sightmistress to a modest stall with golden flatbreads stacked invitingly atop a wooden counter. Behind it stands the owner – a young woman, no more than twenty. Her sun-kissed skin bears a light dusting of flour, and a loose braid tumbles over her shoulder. A few stray wisps of hair frame her round, freckled cheeks. Her simple linen attire is well-worn. There’s a shyness to her, but also a quiet steadiness – she’s no stranger to the responsibility of trading.	+	You go over with the Sightmistress to a modest stall with golden flatbreads stacked invitingly atop a wooden counter. Behind it stands the owner – a young woman, no more than twenty. Her sun-kissed skin bears a light dusting of flour, and a loose braid tumbles over her shoulder. A few stray wisps of hair frame her round, freckled cheeks. Her simple linen attire is well-worn. There’s a shyness to her, but also a quiet steadiness. You can tell she’s no stranger to the responsibility of trading.

	"Two Gold Pieces per ration," she pipes in a lilting voice. There’s a flicker of curiosity in her amber eyes as she looks you over.		"Two Gold Pieces per ration," she pipes in a lilting voice. There’s a flicker of curiosity in her amber eyes as she looks you over.

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Small traders in the Settlement supply the Sightmaster Warriors. They bustle about, stalls packed with dried meats and thick cloaks. The air is rich with the smell of baked bread and fresh-cut cheese.

You go over with the Sightmistress to a modest stall with golden flatbreads stacked invitingly atop a wooden counter. Behind it stands the owner – a young woman, no more than twenty. Her sun-kissed skin bears a light dusting of flour, and a loose braid tumbles over her shoulder. A few stray wisps of hair frame her round, freckled cheeks. Her simple linen attire is well-worn. There’s a shyness to her, but also a quiet steadiness – she’s no stranger to the responsibility of trading.

"Two Gold Pieces per ration," she pipes in a lilting voice. There’s a flicker of curiosity in her amber eyes as she looks you over.

Do you:
*[[Buy your rations]]
*[[Haggle]]
*[[Charm her]]
*[[Flip her onto the stall counter]]

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