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-----At this point, the huge human is dipping his hand in the vat as if absent minded to the discussions going on.
-----Seth looks at everyone then states, "Ok Dalyor, I need somewhere within this hidey hole of yours with complete privacy. I need to do some meditation. After that I shall have some money to buy bows and crossbows and whatever else we need." He turns to the dwarf. "Do you think you could teach me the rudimentaries of using a crossbow?
-----He begins to go to wherever Dalyor shows him a private place. "Oh don't forget someone has to go out and buy the bows and such."
-----The Dread Pirate seems about to jump at the chance to go out and get the bows, anything to get away from the reek of the cheese, but then states, "Arrr, I think it'd be best fer me to lay in a few traps around this place fer our wizardly friends when they come callin. I guess that leaves Kaz, if'n ye be willin to go out and sneak around fer some bows and such whatnot. I'll chip in a bit fer 'em, too." Gimplefwick rummages about in his money pouch and hands over his share of the platinum pieces, "See if ye can find anythin else that might put a crimp in a wizard's spellcastin while yer out."
-----"Hmmm," The dwarf grunts as he gives Seth a critical eye, "Yer wantin’ a light crossbow fer starters. We kin see how yer doin’ from there."
-----"Yer sendin’ yer friend out by ‘erself?" the dwarf suddenly speaks to the Dread Pirate. "If’n ye be hidin’ yer not wantin’ to be runnin’ off by yer lonesome shoppin’ fer weapons."
-----The elf stops his pacing. He crosses his arms and stares at the Dread Pirate as if to listen to his answer.
-----"Uhg!" the large human says as he draws a piece of cheese away from his nose that he took out of the vat.
-----Seth finishes his meditation and returns to the group. He hands each of the mercenaries three gold pieces each. "Well, there it is, your advance on your first month. If everything goes well, I’ll pay you again at the end of the month a bonus."
-----He turns to the elf. "I know you said you don't need the money but keep it in case you need it." He tries counting on his hand. "So that is one light crossbow for me. A crossbow for, umm, ok, well maybe if Kazel goes to the weaponsmith or bowyer with one of you mercenaries as guards that should be best. I think you should also go via the inn and have some food and ale prepared so you can bring it back with you with the weapons." He hands over two hundred gold to Kazel. "There is some money to buy weapons!"
-----The Dread Pirate sighs and glares at the dwarf, "Arrr, and I suppose ye can slink through the night as quietly as she can? Or are any of ye as capable at hidin in the nooks and crannies of a city? If ye are, then by all means, accompany her if she wants ye. As fer me, I'll be busy settin up traps and Seth is going to be meditatin fer awhile. So we all have our little jobs to do, but thank ye fer yer unsolicited advice. Besides which, Kaz is more than capable of takin care o' herself. It's not fer nothin that she's known as the 'Butcher of Hearthorn'."
-----"Why not," Kazel says as she takes the gold from Seth. "I rather not waste time wandering in this town trying to find the shops. So if one of you know the way then let's be going."
-----The elf glares at the money that Seth handed to him in his open palm. "Human money . ." The elf grumbles.
-----"Butcher of Hearthorn? By Moradin’s beard!" the dwarf exclaims with shocked wide eyes. Turning toward Kazel he quickly eyes her. With a look of interest, he asks, "So how ye gits yerself a name like that?"
-----"A sharp cleaver and using it to cleave lots of meat, all at a fair price." Kazel replies to the dwarf with a smile. She turns to the elf. "Anyway let us be off. Shovels and oil and nails and bows and arrows. Wonder where I'll be getting all this stuff. Oh by the way Gimplefwick, maybe you can rig something to fall on the wizards after they've falling into the pit and burning for a while. I don't know, maybe a big vat or even those giant hunks of goat cheese." With that she starts to stroll out into the street.
-----The Dread Pirate begins eyeing the cheesy place for various access points, obviously thinking up traps, "Arrr, and try to only come back though the main entrance. I won't trap that one til ye get back."
-----Strangely, the elf shrugs, pockets the coins Seth gave him in a pouch, and moves to follow Kazel out into the night. As they go, the dwarf puts one hand on his hip and strokes his beard with the other.
-----The normal looking human named Brandel turns to Seth and Gimplefwick and asks, "Do you need any assistance in setting forth your, . . . uhm, traps?"
-----The Dread Pirate eyes the establishment, looking at the three windows high up on the south wall, then the large barn doors in the front. "Well, if'n we could rig those double doors to collapse on whoever pulls on 'em, that'd be a nice start. We can take the hinges off and balance 'em with some sticks underneath, so that any wizards'll get themselves nice and squished. Then, since time isn't really a pressing factor fer once, we can dig a false pit right behind the doors. Make it nice and obvious, so the wizards'll think they're so much more clever than a bunch o' stupid adventurers. They'll go to jump over the false pit and land in the real one, which'll be nice and deep and lined with pointy stakes fer their felicitation. The false pit only has to be about a foot or two deep and maybe two feet long. We'll cover it with a tarp and some dirt from the floor. But the real pungi pit'll have to be at least six or seven feet deep. If'n we dump some oil in the bottom of it, that could be a nice surprise fer whoever ends up in it, too. I'd hate to have a plan that didn't involve somebody gettin torched. We can take the leftover dirt from the two pits and dump it in burlap sacks, then stack those up around the warehouse floor. That'll give ye protected spots to shoot from and to duck behind when the wizards start castin. Errmm, just a sec."
-----The Dread Pirate races after Kazel, "We'll need a couple shovels and some oil, too, while yer out shoppin. And a bunch o' sharp, thin nails."
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