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Lios: Let's speak with the leader of the caravan. No need to scare the people my telling them if we can convince them we have a plan to get them to safety.

DM: No undead, no people in need of rescue
 
"Hold up.... This... doesn't seem right... this is a small town, don't you think we would have noticed them earlier? Isn't this too... convenient? Evil takes many forms..." His voice got softer and head dipped as he ended with the last sentence, his face somewhat pained and saddened.
 
"Ah!, that's right... one moment, let me see if I can detect any evil from them." Lios casts Detect Evil!

DM: ... But after a full examination, he doesn't see anything evil in, around, or on the caravan.
 
Balmung remains skeptical. "We were just fighting things much stronger than us. it may be possible that they could cloak it.. I'll talk to them..."
 
Lios: Nods. "All right. I'm going to finish healing Ber'nia and myself, then I'll join you. If negotiations go poorly, come get me."

DM: Go ahead, but don't forget your diplomacy check.
 
(I am not completely certain)He walked up as to inquire there business there, and if he feels it would be safe to ask, to ask in there assistance in evacuating the villagers
 
DM: Balmung Diplomacy results: When inquired about helping evacuate, he asks how much you're willing to pay.
Sense motive results: He appears to be a merchant first, a human second. Standard, for a merchant leader. His primary motive is money.
 
Balmung ruffles through his bag and pulls out 100 gold coins. "will this suffice?"
 
DM: The merchant laughs at you. "Crossing the desert with just to this point costs us almost 2000 in supplies, and you want to pay a paltry 100 to take a whole town full of people? Are you daft? There's no way we could afford to take even ONE of them for that much!" He crossed his arms and shook his head like it was obvious, which to him it apparently was.
 
At this point Balmung growled a bit, as if trying to restrain something within him. "It's a small village. how much do you need? And think of the aftereffects of this deal. The people will love you, and spread the word of your business. give yourself a few years, and you could be as wealthy as a king, you understand?"
 
DM: "Ha! If you're even telling the truth about this 'undead army' then there's little chance they'd be able to 'spread' anywhere. And do you know long it takes to traverse the desert back to the nearest settlement? A month. Do you know how much it would cost to feed 7 families of at least 3, in addition to whoever lives at the inn, for a full month? Then there's the cost of protection from the desert heat, specialty food and items for infants, the risk of high tempers breaking my wares... I'd say upward of 7500 gold, boy. If you don't have the money, shoo." He waves his hand dismissively.
 
He nodded and pulled out the gold without hesitation, having not purchased much with his money. "Here...7500 gold- take it and get these people out of here.."
 
explodingiggy said:
He nodded and pulled out the gold without hesitation, having not purchased much with his money. "Here...7500 gold- take it and get these people out of here.."
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DM: The Merchant greedily takes the money, turns about, and starts barking orders to his caravan to help evacuate the villiage.

(gonna have to wait for the others now, Iggy.)
What is everyone else doing?
 
Paul and Volmar are standing behind Balmung, while trying to keep an eye on the party, in case something goes wrong. Paul is still in Dire Wolf form. (Spot 44, Listen 27)
 
Ber'nia had stood back while Balmung negotiated with the merchant. She was interested in watching the exchange, and after Balmung had handed the merchant the money, she asked him

"Why would he not help everyone without payment? Is he not a part of this community?"

Ber'nia was unfamiliar with some of the practices of the different cultures of the world but was truly surprised at the selfishness of the merchant.
 
Lios: (I want to explain why he was such a prick about it.)

DM: Make either a Knowledge (Local) check DC10 or a sense motive DC5

Lios: (sense motive 7) Lios shakes his head. "Ber'nia... he's a merchant with no reasont to believe us. He's trying to run a business. A caravan crossing the desert costs a lot of money to keep perishables and other goods from degrading. If he doesn't make money from the goods he sells on his caravan circut.... Well, a caravan isn't a single person thing. He has people to pay and feed too."

Lios looks down, a little sad. "That is just the way of the world. Too much money, not enough love..."
 
"That is strange. But I guess I should learn more about that if I am to do my job out here. Could you tell me more about your merchant's customs once we get out of this?" Ber'nia asked Lios before looking around for something she might do to help either the merchant's caravan to evacuate or the townsfolk get ready to.
 
Lios nods with a neutral expression on his face. "If it within by knowledge, of course I will."
DM: Everyone roll 2 1d4, 1d8, and 1d12

Lios: (1, 1, 8, 7)
 
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