Time to show off what awesomely powerful and competent sorcerers we are, by NOT blowing 25% of our king-murdering petty cash on a single-use sex toy, without even googling it first.

Do an incantation, find some fairly weak spirit associated with mercantilism or chemistry or something. We don't need to know exactly how to make this particular potion, just approximately how difficult and time-consuming the process is, and maybe a list of ingredients annotated with fair market prices for each. That's major leverage for the haggling, since it makes us look omniscient (rather than gullible tourists) even if the specific knowledge isn't so earthshaking in the grand scheme of things.

>>835147
This

6) We'll buy it if we can try it on you.

>>835169
Yes.
She's unhappy with her job. If she performs well, maybe we could offer her a better one?

Brom 2017/10/08(Sun)16:31 No. 835239 ID: f30be2
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"Will yoooou excuse us for a second."
"Take all the time your honored selves require!" Sashika's hip is cocked so far out that she'd be in danger of dislocation in a few degrees. "Sashika is your most humble servant."

Strela turns Bruco around and they move away from Sashika's menagerie of madness.
"OK," she whispers, in the latitudinous language of the Leonials (which Bruco understands but can't really speak). "She is absolutely propositioning us to a threesome right now."

"Yeah you know when we were falling for each other and I said I didn't understand what you wanted?" Bruco whispers, in the guttural language of the Bandaras (which Strela understands but can't really speak). "This one's a little easier to read."

"Do you..." Strela glances back over her shoulder. Sashika's tail is wagging. "I mean... it would certainly save us some silver."
"You're considering it?"
"Are you considering it?"
Bruco's eyebrows raise. "I didn't know you, uh, liked girls."
"It's your body, idiot."
"OK well if it's bodies then your body is being pretty funny about it too."
"Does that mean we're considering this?"

They both look back again. Sashika's rolling the potion around on the hardwood desk. She grins at them.

"This was already going to be some weird sex anyway," Bruco points out.
"Well we haven't exactly talked about... boundaries," Strela says.
"We were loose about it in my last marriage but that was two Bandaras and that's how Bandarriages are." Bruco shrugs. "So uhh I dunno."
"Ok but if we did it wouldn't be because we weren't satisfied with each other because I love you."
"I love you."
"It would definitely save us some silver, though."
"It would."

1]] Well so would sorcery and we're sorcerers. I think it's time for an incantation.
2]] Ok, lover mine. Let's get ourselves a bargain.
3]] On the other hand we do have plenty of silver. And we aren't exactly ourselves at the moment.

2.

>>835239
2 till the end of time

2) It's not like it's your first time. Right?
Speaking of bargains, this means Bruco gets to have *two* new experiences at once.

3.

I'm not against what's on the table in principle but you guys are not going to be able to perform well enough in each others' bodies to get a bargain this way.

2.
Yeah, we're definitely including the pup in this deal. I want to see just how excited we can get her to be.

3. Whether it'd be fun or not isn't the question. The danger of saying something in the heat of a moment that would arouse suspicion and the possibility of needing to function on drugs makes me think it's a bad idea. We should be considering it on the return trip.

The potion is going to make this fun no matter what. 2.

>>835239
2.
And if the potion works well, then it might help to have a skilled alchemist on our team. She's clearly unhappy here, after all.

2 and aim to recruit alchemist to our team.

Brom 2017/10/08(Sun)19:02 No. 835269 ID: f30be2
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"Ok, lover mine." Strela kisses Bruco on the cheek. "Let's get ourselves a bargain."
Bruco looks Sashika up and down, his pupils tracking to the side a little to take in her curves. Then he kisses Strela back. "Let's."
"Spirits, I can't believe we're about to do this." Strela says. Her giddiness coming from Bruco's voicebox makes him smile.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asks.
"Bruco I followed you into a cult temple and a living pirate ship that flies," Strela says. "And now I am going to follow you into this thick alchemist dog's bed."

They turn back around.
"Unfortunately, my wife and I don't have that much coin to spare," Strela says. "Not on something so... recreational, anyway."
"Now if it was a speed potion or something..." Bruco says, and Strela elbows him behind their backs.

"Ahhhh." Sashika's grin dies. "Ah. Of course. Silly Sashika. Such eminences as yourselves must see such wares as frivolous."

Brom 2017/10/08(Sun)19:02 No. 835270 ID: f30be2
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"We didn't say we didn't want it." Bruco's arm snakes around Sashika's shoulder. "We just have to work out another way of paying for it."

Sashika freezes like a statue as his other arm trails down her wrist.
"Sorcerers negotiate with every incantation," Strela says. "And Strela and I are positive we can come up with a mutually beneficial solution."

Sashika tries to start a sentence twice.
"Like... what?" she manages.

1]] Like perhaps if you'd throw in a potion of __________ to the mix we could justify a more... indulgent price.
--1a]] We could even throw in ___ silver pieces to balance the books.
2]] Like something that requires a little more privacy.

1) chameleon potion, 1a) -50. Just to see if she's paying attention.

2
Throw in some cash as well.

>>835270
2, because you didn't really brew that potion in the hopes somebody would come along and BUY it, did you?
You were hoping somebody would be willing to test it for you. Or, rather, test it with you.

>>835270
2.

Brom 2017/10/08(Sun)20:05 No. 835280 ID: f30be2
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"I love you," Strela gasps. "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"I could never do this without you. Never."
"Which part?"
"Any of it. Never. Life. I need you."
"I'm here." He cups her face. "I'll always be here."

Brom 2017/10/08(Sun)20:05 No. 835281 ID: f30be2
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Sashika comes up for air.

"That! Is! So! Romantic!" she pants, in time to Strela's rhythm.

Brom 2017/10/08(Sun)20:05 No. 835282 ID: f30be2
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"Four years," Sashika says.
"No." Strela cups her breast. She's so petite it fits in a palm.

Sashika lays between the sorcerers like a hot little pillow. Between the slender figures of the Leonials and the sculpted bulk of the Bandaras, Strela's never touched anyone as soft. She's fascinated by how squishy the alchemist is.
Though in all honesty that was probably the least new part of what just happened.

"It is true. Four years since a man. FIVE since a woman." Sashika shakes her head. "The body is not built for such an agonizing wait. Not poor Sashika's, anyway. The reptile people, they lust only in strange fey seasons. And never for anything warm blooded." She sniffs. "Not that I would want to lay with one of them. Such a stench."
Bruco chuckles. "They didn't smell all that bad."
"Pah." Sashika blows air at him. "Your nose is as weak as it is lovely." She sighs with satisfaction, then opens her eyes. They're actually a little wet, Strela notes.
"I have been so lonely," Sashika says. "So, so lonely. I did not even realize. I did not think of myself as one to be lonely. But to be touched like this again." She squirms tighter between them, closing her eyes again.
Strela and Bruco link hands across her stomach.

"But Sashika has a question," Sashika says. "Why are you truly here?"
"Hmmm?" Strela sits up a little.
"Two sorcerers surely have the breadth of the world for their honeymoon, and yet here you are. In droppy filthy Naut. Sashika thinks perhaps there is a reason for this." She shrugs. "It is not my business. I am a simple backwater alchemist. But I realize I do not even know your names." She reopens her inkblotted eye. "And I would help you, if I can."

Introduce selves.
Acquire Doggo.

>>835282
Yeah alright, ask if she's seen any corsairs around. You're hunting one.

You are Bruco and that is Strela and a spirit has guided you here to find a man. We could tell you more on the way to our goal, if you would accompany us... but we're not going to find him lying in bed like this.

>>835282
We are Bruco and Strela. Know that our cause is veiled for a reason. We cannot risk discovery. Your offer of aid is welcomed. Should we require your assistance, we will call for you.

>>835282
A honeymoon sometimes is an adventure, a quest. Literally in our case. We're playing political alliances for the benefit of our tribes, seeing sights, meeting new people, making deals with spirits, experiencing new things, and participating in threesomes.

Now if THAT ain't the Honeymoon of a lifetime, I don't know what is. We're searching for a dude. A ex-kingly dude.

>>835282
"A mission. One so important as to divert our honeymoon.
One that, I think, could use skilled and loyal alchemist. Can you think of any who would be interested in being with people who appreciate them? With the possibility, if things work out that way, of a more companionable home?"

>>835281
Damn, this is too funny.

>>835289
I think this suggestion is written best.

we're looking for someone. why are YOU here, if you hate it so much?

I'm Bruco, this is Strela, and you're our first mistress. We're here to kill a Corsair. Wanna help?

Brom 2017/10/09(Mon)11:42 No. 835375 ID: f30be2
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"I'm Bruco," Strela says. "This is Strela."

"Bruco and Strela." Sashika rolls their names around on her tongue. "May I ask another question before you tell me more, Bruco and Strela?"
"Sure."

"Is it normal for Tribals to say their own names in bed?" Sashika asks.

Yes, it is an ancient Bandara tradition to toot your own horn in bed. A way of proclaiming that you, Bruco Bandara, are the king of dick moves. Strela was playing monkey see, monkey do.

>>835375
When this is happening? Yes.

just say "nope" and offer no further comment.

UHHH It for sure is, we were actually wondering why you weren't saying your own name? Were you not enjoying yourself?

>>835375
"I suppose you should know, before we invite you on our adventure, that we are rather... Innovative. In the heat of passion we slip, but we have normally been addressing each other based on the body they are in."

Everybody assumes magic users are freaks. Body swapping for sexual thrill is pretty much nothing.

>>835389
No, don't say that! We're not supposed to tell anyone about that!

It's one of the conditions that the spirit Peregrinate set on us, which states that nobody but Bruco and Strela are supposed to know that they switched bodies!

So no telling Sashika or anybody!

If anyone figures out there's a body swap, Strela has to go up the mountain on her own. So there's some incentive to keep it secret. Hmm, will Strela know if that part of the deal fell through?

I feel like it's busted no matter what we say. Perhaps it would suffice to just go "Uh, it's a bit embarrassing..." and leave it at that.

Its a odd marriage custom from way back when. Is supposed to keep the spirits happy and such.

(quick distract her from this topic by nibbling on something sensitive!)

>>835391
Oh, I missed that.

Ok, then: "Yours doesn't? I thought it odd that you weren't."

Brom 2017/10/09(Mon)13:06 No. 835403 ID: f30be2
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"It's a ummmm old marriage custom," Strela says. "To keep the spirits happy."
"Ahh." Sashika nods. "Sorcery. Sorcerers! I share a bed with two sorcerers!" She spreads her arms out and gathers both of them closer. "It is like a thing from a lurid travelogue."
"And you're right," Bruco says. "We're sorcerers on a mission."
"I'm not sure how much of it we can say to you yet," Strela says, "but we're here to find someone. A man."
"Ah! A mission with whose difficulty Sashika is infinitely familiar."

Strela starts to giggle before modulating it down an octave. "Why are you here, Sashika?" she asks. "If you hate it so much."
"Ah, pff." Sashika says. "This is a boring and sad story."
"C'mon," Bruco says. "We showed you our uh our marriage custom and everything."

Brom 2017/10/09(Mon)13:07 No. 835404 ID: f30be2
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"Very well. Short little version." Sashika sits up. "When I graduated from the Academie Einbesh--"
Strela interrupts. "You were a student of Einbesh?"
"Half a decade ago, yes."
"Einbesh. The Bibliopolis." Strela is starstruck. "No wonder your potion was so potent."
"You know of us?"
"Only uhhh what Strela has told me," Strela says.
"Well. Little Sashikita knew she was to be a sorceress. And when her unmagical blood crushed this dream, she scrambled her way into Einbesh and knew she was going to be a great alchemy-savant. And when she came to Naut, she knew she would observe their unique phylogenetic ways for the space of a month, perhaps two, and then be off on her way to change the world. If she could see the woman she would become I think she would have stayed on her carrot farm." Sashika laughs ruefully.

"When I arrived I found them in crisis. Plague, stillbirth, barely holding on to their lives. And damn Sashika's heart, it could not simply sit back and observe. When So it was I dashed from one crisis to the next, and as I found success I found dependency. And I discovered that months have a way of bringing their ugly relations the years in. And I stayed here. As much as these lizard brains infuriate me, I cannot allow them the suffering they would feel without me. And no self-respecting alchemist would wish to take my place. I was training an apprentice, one who could replace me, perhaps. What an effort! Like making a castle from mud! But I began to think it would take. And then he vanished one day, last year. All his things gone. Where he went, why, poof. I do not know. But he took much of my hope with him."

Brom 2017/10/09(Mon)13:08 No. 835405 ID: f30be2
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She lays back down. "And then two sorcerers came and fucked the black out of her spots. So! Life is not all weepy." She snuggles back up to them. "Will you share Sashika's bed tonight? Or does your mission call you somewhere else? And if it does..." She looks up, sheepishly. "Is it somewhere you may need an alchemist's help? One who knows this place like the back of her paw?"

We're going:
A]] to the Wardhouse.
B]] to the butcher-tanner.
C]] to the general store.
D]] to stay right here for the night.
E]] to the Greenhowler Grotto.
F]] to the Duchess' manse.
G]] out of Naut. Our business lies elsewhere.

And we
1]] have to travel alone. It's not safe.
2]] would love to take you with us.

>>835405
E, F, D, G, 2.
"They can manage without you for a month or two, yes? And it's possible that completing our mission may solve some of the problems this town is having - if stillbirths had always been common here the town would have died out, and what we seek could easily cause such things."

A, E, D, 1.
We have to make some preparations for the journey first. let's not take the dog along when we look for the scoop on the King. If she needs to arm up too, we could go to the wardhouse with her then drop her off (A/D/E). Information is best hunted in smaller groups.

D, 2

We are on a mission to save the world after all. This little trip for the corsairs is just a side journey. And a master alchemist would tip the scales in our favor.

But warn her that the journey could get dangerous. (I wonder if we could call up a spirit to find her missing apprentice)

>>835405
D2.

D2
Towns like this are probably dime in a dozen. Her continued stay would hardly be a solution to the problems that this town faces. If she really wants to make a change, then coming with us would be her best bet.

D2

Brom 2017/10/09(Mon)18:03 No. 835459 ID: f30be2
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"Well I do want to look at this Greenhowler Grotto thing," Strela says. "Strela?"
"I don't believe I've ever been in a grotto," Bruco says.
Sashika's lip curls. "Uch. It is not a good place to be."
Strela pulls Sashika into her embrace. "So does that mean you don't want to come with us?"
Sashika freezes again. "You would like this?" she squeaks.
Strela looks to Bruco. He puts a hand on Sashika's plush thigh and nods.
"We would," she says. "The journey may get dangerous. In fact I'm willing to bet it will. But a master alchemist would tip the scales in our favor. And if you really want to make a change..."
"Tedium builds a shield against fear like pearl around sand," Sashika says. "I am immune to it. Whatever I have is at your fingertips."
Bruco rubs the patch of skin right under her bellybutton. "Y'know I think it already was."
Sashika giggles.
Strela lays with Bruco's (or her own, technically) back pressed against hers. She is still far from used to this body; but the heartbeat coming from Bruco and the gentle swoop of his hips under her hand are making it easier on her.
"You wanna spend the night here?" he asks.
"If Sashika's reaction to the Grotto is any indication we won't exactly find stellar lodging there." Strela makes herself more comfortable, and feels Bruco shimmy his hips (her hips, technically) in response. "And I must admit she managed to tire me out."
"Was I good?" Sashika asks. "I am not exactly in practice."
"You were one of the best women I've ever had," Strela says, with complete honesty.

The night passes in soft bliss.

Brom 2017/10/09(Mon)18:03 No. 835460 ID: f30be2
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Greenhowler Grotto is sweltering and humid. Strela's high-altitude fleece sticks to her skin.

All around the wide sweep of its main hall, a great wooden framework supports a forest of hammocks, several of which swing gently with the snoring of Nautish citizens. The floor level is studded with hidebound stools and low wooden tables, moatly empty at the early hour. Behind the bar, next to a sweating copper still, a lizard man bartender regards the trio under indolent lids.

What draws the eye most dramatically hangs right above him. A mottled green hide, stitched into a wide canopy stretched across a block of sandstone, mouth slightly agape, flayed eyestalks stretched up to the balcony above it.

As Strela looks at it, its eyes swivel and it looks back. She averts the gaze.

"This place is olfactory Hell," mutters Sashika to Strela's left.

A]] Order a drink.
B]] See about purchasing provisions or some other kind of tavernly gear.
C]] Ask the bartender about Naut.
D]] Ask the bartender about himself.
E]] Ask the bartender about whatever the hell is hanging above him.
F]] Ask the Bartender about Corsairs.
G]] Do that classic adventuring thing and ask him about rumors or strange happenings.
H]] Listen in on some breakfast conversations, surreptitiously
I]] Depart the Grotto.
J]] _____________

EDF. New new main character.

ACDF. Standard bartender questioning tactics.

G

C, F, H

A but breakfast for everyone. Get the smell of lizard out of Sashi's nose

A and B.

Brom 2017/10/12(Thu)13:29 No. 836217 ID: f28b2f
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Strela sidles up to the bar.

“Howdy,” she says.

“Hey.” The bartender is leaning against the back wall of his establishment. He makes no move to approach.



"So you the bartender?"

"Yup."



Silence.



"How is that?"

"Alright."



"Slow morning?"

"Bit."



Great. Scintillating.



"So... Naut." Strela sits at the bar. Bruco follows. Sashika stands; her ears barely reach past the counter. "How do you like it."

"Sfine."

"Tell me more about it?"

"Decent folk. Buildings don't leak much." He shrugs. "Been worse. Morning, Sashika."

"Hello, Tarvid, Your floor is filthy."

He shrugs again.



"So..." Strela taps on the bar. "Have you heard of any Corsairs about?"



The conversations floating around the breakfast tables drop like dead birds. Tarvid the bartender is as still as ever, but lines appear in the scaly epidermis on his forehead.



"Why?" he asks, the lethargy in his voice replaced by something darker.

Isn't there a standing bounty on them for menacing fine upstanding citizens and whatnaut?

Before you continue you should order a drink. That should bring him a bit closer to the bar heh.

And then proceed to explain your noble cause.

>>836217
>The conversations floating around the breakfast tables drop like dead birds.
Annnd now everyone is looking at us.

>"Why?" he asks, the lethargy in his voice replaced by something darker.
> darker
Uh oh. Let's choose our words carefully.

>>836217
have you ever seen anything good happen when Corsairs are about?

We're hunting.

>>836217
We're Sorcerer's, spirit deal. Gotta find a certain Corsair, give him a message from beyond, yotta yotta yotta. Supposedly near here. We'll probably die from a spirit killing us if we don't find him in time and failing the deal. So, actually on a time limit here.

>>836217
We're looking to gut us a pale, knife-nosed, spear chucking freak. Do you you know where they're at or not?

Heard they weren't popular around here. Also heard there was one hanging around. Seemed an unusual combination. Unusual things suggest... business opportunities. For us.

>>836217
So there ARE corsairs about.

Brom 2017/10/16(Mon)13:51 No. 837210 ID: f30be2
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"We're hunting one," Strela says. "Do you know where they're at or not?"
"Bad business," Tarvid says.
"Bad but mine." Strela clicks a silver onto the bar. "Yours is getting me a drink."

They hold a mutual stare for a moment before Tarvid slides a tankard under the tap and fills it. "Bit early."
"Are you a barkeep or a dad?" Bruco asks.
Tarvid snorts and slides the brew over to Strela.
As she drains it, the sounds of morning food and talk cautiously reestablish themselves.

"Was talk of a corsair boat in the sky last night," Tarvid says. "Everyone's on edge."
"Not what we're looking for," Bruco says, hastily. "This one would've been here a while."
"Corsair been here a while." Tarvid wipes his nose. "You sound like Rolastus."
"Rolastus?"
"Lead guardsman. Sees Corsairs under his bed and down the shitter. Bit--" He waves his finger around his earhole in the universal gesture for crazy. "In his old age. You could take that kind of talk out of this bar and to his wardhouse, would do us some good. Just eh." He gestures at Bruco. "It didn't bother me none, but watch your woman's mouth there. He don't much like them talking out of turn to him."
Bruco's eyebrow hitches up.

Guess we should go see that guy then.

>>837210
Before you leave, ask him what a Moldy's doin' so far out of Bureau territory.

>>837210
Go find the old guy. Tease Bruco while he's in your body.

Visiting Rolastus... I don't think he would be helpful considering he sees a Corsair in every shadow. But I'd still visit the Wardhouse just to ask if there's been any official reports about Corsair sightings.

Oh. Ask Sashika if she's got any memory-enhancing potions. For Rolastus.

>>837214
I think you got your wires crossed.

To the wardhouse for paranoid preparations, then. Pisswater's a poor breakfast anyway.

Let's check this guy out.

>>837215
Thiiiiiis.

Brom 2017/10/22(Sun)12:44 No. 838720 ID: f30be2
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"Then I guess we're off to the wardhouse." Strela steps away from the bar. She nearly trips over the diminutivie Sashika, who skitters apologetically out of the way.
"No tip?" Tarvid calls.
"Here's one," Bruco says, following Strela. "Don't tell a man to watch his woman's mouth next time."

"What a fuckin' punk." Bruco is scratching Sashika's head to calm himself down as they head for the wardhouse. "You couldn'ta said something?"
"Coin is a universal language," Strela says. "Its lack is doubly so."
"I guess."
"It hadn't occured to me you wouldn't be used to blocking that kind of thing out," Strela says, then, suddenly conscious of keeping the kayfabe up for Sashika, adds: "Uhhh we're a little more egalitarian in the Tribelands."
"Naut is a morass in ways beyond physical, my friends. You need not tell Sashika this. They are-- set. In lizardly ways." Sashika tugs on Bruco's pant leg. "Behind ear, Mistress?"
Bruco readjusts and Sashika's leathers squeak as her tail wags rapidly. "Yessss," she purrs.
"You're going to need to gird yourself, I think," Strela says. "For this Rolastus customer."
"He better watch his tongue," Bruco hisses. "Before a cat gets it."

Strela tries to hide how amused she is by Bruco's unorthodox act of doubleback chivalry. "Would you happen to have a potion for this, Sashika?" she asks. "Something to jog our man's memory or give him some clarity?"

"Have you seen my shelves, milord? Sashika has a potion for this." She twists her head to get Bruco's hand behind her other ear. "A draught I can brew to banish the uncertainty from Rolastus' mind, and bring him the focus he lacks. Under such influence his mind would discern the true threat from the phantasm... but such a thing he would never willingly take from a foreign harlot in tight pants." She frowns. "Rolastus and Sashika are not on the best of terms."

A]] We'll make do without. I imagine we can get what we need out of him regardless.
B]] Then we'll just have to trick him into drinking it somehow, won't we?
C]] He'll drink it. Strela and I have a way of convincing people.
D]] This calls for an invocation instead, then:
E]] __________

C) And we don't mean by sleeping with them. This time.

>>838720
c

Something tells me threatening the captain of the guard in his guardhouse won't work.

D]] An incantation to make the potion look and taste exactly like Rolastus' favorite drink, whatever that might be. Frame it as dropping by to give him a gracious gift as an apology for not checking in first off when you arrived from the forest mysteriously.

C!

You'd think sexism would have been selected out in a lot of societies when anyone could randomly be a sorcerer who takes issue with that sort of thing.

E) How about you make for a cheaper invocation by using the invocation to get him to drink? Don't forget to pay for the potion, by the way. Can't go taking advantage.

Potential bonus: if you (or rather, Bruco) visibly use some sorcery with this guy it might teach him a little lesson, or at least get him to hold his tongue a bit until you're done.

>>838720
C it is!

C

D, how much would a spirit charge to make a self-nutshot on the bartender look like an accident?

C Shouldn't be terribly difficult.

E. Go all out on disproportionate retribution and attract unnecessary attention by invoking spirits to humiliate an imaginary bit character who didn't agree with my personal politics in THE CURRENT YEAR. He deserves it.

D.

I'm not entirely sure C is meant to imply seduction, but I'm pretty sure it's meant to imply seduction. Strela can easily use her feminine wiles to- oh. Right.
Let's go with B instead. We'll find a way to sell it as a truth serum and convince him he's obligated to drink it for some reason.

Brom 2017/10/29(Sun)16:16 No. 840816 ID: f30be2
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"No," Rolastus says.

Brom 2017/10/29(Sun)16:17 No. 840818 ID: f30be2
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"I'll not drink it. You can't make me drink it. I don't care what it does, and I don't care to have that whorish witch who brewed it in my office, so she can take her whore witch draught with her. And then you can talk to me. Not before."
He leans forward. The thugs at his flanks are unmoving.
"You've brought your savage tribal shit into my town. I would like to see it leave."

"Here I thought the corsairs were here before we were. I guess you'll never be certain about them now."

>>840818
"Wow, kind of racist there buddy. But yeah it's pretty dumb, like our whole character arc was spitting in the face of all of that. Rest assured we haven't brought any of that with us."

>>840818
We shouldn't kill them. That would be morally wrong probably. Still, we need him to apologize for those words.

If we can find a practical way to get him to talk politely, we should take it! However, if he refuses to apologize, we should probably demand satisfaction.

Good news - it's a suppository.

>>840818
well I guess its time to break a couple noses. Start boar start with taking out the minions after giving Bruco a look.

>>840818
"Well, that's too bad. We heard that you're the guy to talk to when it comes to talk about a Corsair that's been here a while. But since you don't want to talk about it, then I guess you'll just have to deal with it on your own."

>>840818
Oh, so he wants to play hardball? That's almost cute.
"I suppose if that's how you feel.
I'm sorry, Sashika. It looks like you're not welcome in this town anymore.
We'll guard you while you go around letting the expectant mothers know that this fine gentleman is running you out of town, and how you obviously won't be able to help their eggs anymore. You're always welcome with us, of course."

Then you can leave.

>>840851
He has insulted our new wife. Ask her where he can hear it, if that potion would work as a suppository.

Well, let's try with some persuasion.

Tell him you just saw a Corsair entering through a window in this building and that you're worried for his safety. It's all thanks to this potion that you were able to clearly see its swift movements.
Tell him you understand he's been seeing Corsairs and that you know how elusive they are. Unlike other less-trained individuals. This is his only chance to prove to everyone he cares about that they're wrong! Is he really fine to leave things as they are?

If we can't persuade him with words then I guess we'll have to get creative :3