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Pink Noon Lily
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Dawning an appropriately arrogant smirk, you say, "You recently got extremely valuable information which could bring incredible wealth to someone cunning enough to use it, and are going to give it to me because you are just not that cunning."
The shady man's breathing shallows, and you sense that your amazing 'powers of persuasion' (your term for your prolific lying) have taken hold over him. "Yes...you are correct. I know the whereabouts of an ancient artifact, the R'nauld Raygun." This piques your interest. You've been searching for this artifact, rumored to be the secret weapon of a long-vanished civilization, for your entire life. No matter how many times you lied about it or in what manner, you've always been unable to acquire it...but now, the Raygun had just been placed within your grasp.
"Out with it!" You hiss at the man as you lunge across the table, snatching his collar in your fist.
"It lies within a tomb beneath a forgotten city that stands in ruins," the man says blankly. "The city is located at the heart of the Vinewood. Only the centaur know its exact location."
The Vinewood. Getting there wouldn't be much of a problem, but finding a centaur tribe--or, barring that, the city itself--within it would be. You'd need help getting there, in the likely event your lies became less effective as you drew closer to the ancient weapon. Standing, you thank the man for his help and make for the exit. You consider enlisting the aid of a few guardsmen, or perhaps the adventurer's guild. Bars like this one often have a few sturdy warriors looking for work as well, and the local crime organizations were always willing to send a few of their best men into harm's way if it meant turning a profit. You pause at the door, pondering your next course of action.
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