Master Of None Chapter 25
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Rodney began leading them past many rooms to a large corner room with the generic forgoing tools. However the pit of fire was significantly larger along with a dark grey hammer that seemed to have been used for thousands of blows.
"Just wait here a minute I need to find someone, I promise this will be great. Just don't leave please please ok?." Rodney was almost jumping as he rushed out the door.
"Sooo anyone else know what's going on?" Gill was the first to break the silence.
"No idea but that guy has more energy that a horned rabbit." Remey made a very clear comparison cause if everyone imagined Rodney as a fluffy brown white haired rabbit bouncing through the plains.
Su couldn't help cracking a smile " well whatever is going on I have a good feeling. Although the happiest seems to be midnight". Su motioned toward the forge where midnight had crawled on to a shelf connecting to it and pressed as closely to the smoke stack leaving the room as possible.
"Well it does make sense, she should be able to breath flames at some point right? Maybe the heat will help her. If she learned a fire skill she could help out with things much more." Walker was imagining midnight releasing giant fireballs that could consume the heavens...he definitely got carried away.
Loud footsteps could be heard heading toward the room. Rodney burst in, "these are the ones with the scales they can help us I only told you two like I promised. It only took six months working the front to find someone!!"
A large man whose body barely fit through the door and his reddish brown beard seemed to take up all his face only grunted in response. If this man was to speak would the building fall? This was the question the party was asking themselves. Behind him a smaller man who looked in need of a good meal wearing clothes obviously too big for him and almost the opposite was completely bald.
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"OK so thank you for waiting, I know I rushed you in here but I promise this is very important. So I know you look like an adventuring party and I'm sure it's a reeeeeally awesome story about how your tamer got a dragon . But Later later." Rodney was speaking much too fast causing the large man to grunt again but in what's seemed to be an irritated manor. At that the skinny man stepped forward in front of Rodney even seemingly calming the high energy.
"First of all my name is Sherman, thank you for the time and stomaching this one's rudeness. I was told you're looking for some items to be crafter, my personal skill set is with magical staffs hence my system is the magical weaponry system. Now this fella here is Brutus he specializes in defensive gear his system is the protectors craftsman system. And of course Rodney there is an all around type with a blacksmith system. Now I know this is a lot but now to the point of all this, we have systems like most others but our quests require us to create and oftentimes we hit a snag where we are required to use certain materials. With that I'm sure you can catch on that we need to use dragon based materials to finish these quests. While I fear the next material will be even rarer it is plenty rare enough for smiths here in the lower tier of the city to encounter them. So in our and your interest we would be willing to negotiate a deal for our services." Sherman seemed to be the sort of man to lay out all the information first very up front.
"Ah I've heard of this with carpenters before, I once met one that was traveling to find a hundred year old willow so he could craft something out of it for a quest." Walker recalled an older man he had met while following his father to work one day. "So I see what benefits you all would gain, I'm sure by completing the quests you'll gain important insights in to your professions. My party is preparing to guarding the fields and require the gear we mentioned before to assist in our safety. Due to our current standing we are limited on funds along with materials so what can you do for us?" Walker seemed to go in to an unforeseen business mode remembering the merchants he had met who seemed to sneak their ways in to the heart and steal wallets with pretty words.
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'Due to the users actions the passive skill negotiability has been taken from the stall owners system.
Negotiability- passive skill
When bargaining for deals the user of this passive skill always seems to tip the scale in their favor. Words flow more elegantly and even a rock could be sold as a gem.'
Walker was surprised by this but refused to show it on his face, this passive skill may not be too flashy but he would see if the results were noticeable.
"I'll do it for free. My quest has stopped me from crafting until I use dragon materials, everything I try to craft cracks until I complete this quest. My system is mean but I've heard that one day I might be able to craft much stronger materials so I guess I can't be too down about it." Rodney was all smiles; he was the first one to answer.
"Hmmm" Brutus continued his streak of not speaking. I lay holding up his hand with five fingers.
"Ah well if Brutus only wants five gold I'll match that. It's really just for our time. Our quests aren't as strict as the boys but for Brutus I'm sure he will be able to advance his prices since his system guides him in such a manner. Mine is just limiting me from using my attuning skill which I use to adjust magical weapons. Overall we will benefit much more than any price we give but we can not afford to do something for nothing since we pay the master of the forge to use the spaces. So what are your thoughts?"
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