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Magic Circles
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Dunno what it is, but I doubt it's mithril. That shit doesn't just get found and stolen, I don't think.
"Hey, Matron, how good are you at telling how valuable stuff is?"
>"Bad."
"Remind me again how this clan functioned."
>"Wind was a good appraiser. Without him, I think we should just have a bunch of gnolls discuss it, and we should get something around the right amount. Or just wait for the humans, they're often good about that kind of thing."
>"Humans?" asks Grasswind.
"Yeah! We're going to have human visitors, so paws off."
>"Humans, in my camp?"
"I don't care about what shitty ditch you call your camp, Waster, but my camp is going to get swarmed with humans for all I care!"
>"My name is Grasswind! You should call me that after I brought that bag!"
"We'll wait awhile, see how good this shit is, see if you got followed, then I'll consider it. Till then, you can either be Waster, or you can be Pleaser!"
I get in the pond and wash Matrons front, but the mood is spoiled 'cause Waster's putting a shitty face at me. Maybe if I turned her over? Nah, she's got a face so unpleasant that I can see it through the back of her head.
>"What're you looking at?" she asks.
"Wonderin' if your face'll look any better once it gets through Hilt's training. Which you're going to go and do while we look. Go report to him about your bag, too, and give a proper damn report! And show it to Leaf, he might know who has this level of magic shit. And if you did as good a job as you say, then good fuckin' job."
She swims off.
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