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ID: Nvh1BTbG/qst/6261156#6273623
7/12/2025, 4:15:47 AM
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5000 gold per fighter? Geeze, that seemed like a bit much. All you had to do was smash those losers before they could react. What more was there to know? You had no intention of paying that much for some shady intel, but maybe you could throw your weight around to gain something of use. Up close, this Thomas guy seemed like a pretty big pushover. You make yourself big, towering over the Muller warrior, and lean in close.
>“I have a better idea. How about you just go ahead and give me some of that intel of yours anyway? If you do, I’ll be sure to overlook you during the Competition. Seems like a fair trade, no?”
Thomas simply laughs heartily in response. Though it may damage your ego to admit it, you feel as though you’ve failed to properly intimidate the man. “Come now, Tristain.” He says in a friendly tone. “If I was that easy to scare, I probably wouldn’t be here. I’m afraid we won’t be able to come to a deal. But no hard feelings, and I’d still very much like to be on good terms with you. Allow me to make a gesture of good will.” Thomas reaches into a satchel that had been sitting at his side. From it, he retrieves a small transparent bottle. The liquid inside is a refreshing pink color.
>“Uhh, what’s that?”
“The locals call it lassi.” The man says. “It’s a delicious yogurt beverage. This lassi in particular though has been treated by skilled mages. It doubles as a strength tonic. And it’s strawberry flavored. Please, take this one. I have more than I can hold here, and I believe it will serve as an example of the delicious cuisine to be found in Morfis. Go on, I insist.”
Thomas shoves the lassi drink in your hands, leaving you no choice but to accept.
>You obtained Thomas’ Strength Tonic! (+7 STR for one action)
>“Oh uhh…thanks, I guess. That’s rather nice of you…”
“Think nothing of it! Should you win the Competition, please consider it my gift to the future King of Morfis. Well then, I suppose I’ll be off now. See you soon, Tristain!”
With a wave, Thomas makes his exit, leaving to join another group of Fodlan locals not too far off.
“What a nice guy.” May nods approvingly. “You sure showed him, boss.”
“I’d think twice about drinking that were I you.” Cuthbert mutters. “In any event, are we done here? Let’s go inside already.”
Pocketing the lassi drink, you lead your companions towards the mansion that currently serves as the Fodlan Embassy. The guard at the front is ready to deny you entry, however, once you identify yourself, he bows his head and allows you passage inside. The interior of the mansion does not fail to impress you. Inside you find a lavish array of furniture, paintings, and sculptures that, surprisingly, are not of Morfisian origin, but rather Fodlan. Whoever designed this place knew exactly what they were doing to make you feel at home. This is not too dissimilar from an affluent noble of Enbarr’s dwelling.
5000 gold per fighter? Geeze, that seemed like a bit much. All you had to do was smash those losers before they could react. What more was there to know? You had no intention of paying that much for some shady intel, but maybe you could throw your weight around to gain something of use. Up close, this Thomas guy seemed like a pretty big pushover. You make yourself big, towering over the Muller warrior, and lean in close.
>“I have a better idea. How about you just go ahead and give me some of that intel of yours anyway? If you do, I’ll be sure to overlook you during the Competition. Seems like a fair trade, no?”
Thomas simply laughs heartily in response. Though it may damage your ego to admit it, you feel as though you’ve failed to properly intimidate the man. “Come now, Tristain.” He says in a friendly tone. “If I was that easy to scare, I probably wouldn’t be here. I’m afraid we won’t be able to come to a deal. But no hard feelings, and I’d still very much like to be on good terms with you. Allow me to make a gesture of good will.” Thomas reaches into a satchel that had been sitting at his side. From it, he retrieves a small transparent bottle. The liquid inside is a refreshing pink color.
>“Uhh, what’s that?”
“The locals call it lassi.” The man says. “It’s a delicious yogurt beverage. This lassi in particular though has been treated by skilled mages. It doubles as a strength tonic. And it’s strawberry flavored. Please, take this one. I have more than I can hold here, and I believe it will serve as an example of the delicious cuisine to be found in Morfis. Go on, I insist.”
Thomas shoves the lassi drink in your hands, leaving you no choice but to accept.
>You obtained Thomas’ Strength Tonic! (+7 STR for one action)
>“Oh uhh…thanks, I guess. That’s rather nice of you…”
“Think nothing of it! Should you win the Competition, please consider it my gift to the future King of Morfis. Well then, I suppose I’ll be off now. See you soon, Tristain!”
With a wave, Thomas makes his exit, leaving to join another group of Fodlan locals not too far off.
“What a nice guy.” May nods approvingly. “You sure showed him, boss.”
“I’d think twice about drinking that were I you.” Cuthbert mutters. “In any event, are we done here? Let’s go inside already.”
Pocketing the lassi drink, you lead your companions towards the mansion that currently serves as the Fodlan Embassy. The guard at the front is ready to deny you entry, however, once you identify yourself, he bows his head and allows you passage inside. The interior of the mansion does not fail to impress you. Inside you find a lavish array of furniture, paintings, and sculptures that, surprisingly, are not of Morfisian origin, but rather Fodlan. Whoever designed this place knew exactly what they were doing to make you feel at home. This is not too dissimilar from an affluent noble of Enbarr’s dwelling.
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