Geraldo raises an eyebrow at Sam.
"Seems like you're not quite as fresh of an arrival as I thought, eh? And if you two are willing to help with the raiders, that changes everything."
Geraldo walks around the room at a brisk pace, and grabs the least-rusty machete, gives it a few strokes with a sharpening stone, tests the edge, and rummages around a bit more before putting it into a plastic sheath and a motley belt that looks like it's been stitched together out of rats. He also delicately withdraws one of the grenades from a cardboard box packed with ancient newspapers, and places it on the pile of trade goods.
"Consider that an advance payment. We've been having a lot of trouble with raiders recently, and you seem like just the pair to help us out. You can start with him."
He points at Adder.
"Now before you put these new rifles to work, we can't just shoot him here. Mayor's orders, and as much as I'd like to get rid of this white scum, he seems strong, and the arena's been getting dull lately."
Amidst the tense exchange, a blur of motion.
Senses 2, rolled 1, 5, Notice 3 gives me 1 success.
Senses 2, rolled 5, 4, Notice 3 gives me 1 success.
Senses 2, rolled 3, 2, Notice 3 gives me 1 success.
It goes unnoticed. Lucas pockets a pair of knives and a machete to add to his small arsenal.
"I've only got one working pair of handcuffs left, and I want to know you can be trusted. Why don't you tie this man up and take him to the arena? Ask anyone on the street if you don't know where it is."
Geraldo takes the goods from your side of the pile and steps away, tossing a length of cordage to Sam.
stubby wrote:omg noob, balrogs are maiars too, don't you know anything