Delve #4

[merias]

Heimer works with Berthold and tries to identify any glyphs or writing upon the sphere.

The sphere is devoid of writing, you see just the face on one side.

[greyarea]

Berthold introduces himself, I am Berthold, sometimes called Berthold the Bold. My friends call me Bert.

Might I ask who you are?

[JimboJimbo]

Some of us call him Thunder Thigh Tholdy Salty pipes up, crossbow still trained on the talking ball.

[merias]

Berthold introduces himself, I am Berthold, sometimes called Berthold the Bold. My friends call me Bert.

Might I ask who you are?

Some of us call him Thunder Thigh Tholdy Salty pipes up, crossbow still trained on the talking ball.

I am Philo of Byrithium, and I have just the one name. Can I call you Thunder, then? I can't thank you enough for picking me up, it gets dreary staring at the same thing for who knows how long, also I tend to prefer company and good conversation. Oh, I am hungry! Did I mention you can feed me gold coins? Right through the mouth there. Five or so should do it!

Actions?

[JimboJimbo]

Cackling with glee, Salty flips a coin into Philo's open mouth.

[greyarea]

Berthold tosses in two coins, winking at Salty as he ups the ante.

[rredmond]

Schmidt does some quick finger calculations and adds two more coins. Then steps back to see what happens.

[merias]

When you throw the coins into Philo's mouth, they enter and disappear with a satsifying "chink".

"Ah! Much better, I was so hungry! That should do me until tomorrow."

"By the way, have you heard there is a crazy mage running around this dungeon, name of...Pus or something. He has some treasure secreted in a trapped podium on the first level."

Philo pauses for a moment, then continues.

"Oh, also there is a spell-casting spider on level 2 that guards a big hoard of treasure. Not sure anyone has come back from that encounter alive, but you fellows look the part and might just make it. Take me with you! I do love an adventure!"

Actions?

[JimboJimbo]

Five whoring tokens for information we already knew and some sot's waffle about a voodoo bug? That's not a great first day on the farm, Mr Fallow.

Salty strokes his chin and shrugs his shoulders.

probably just nervous on account of being with a new firm. You'lldo better tomorrow, right? Which way, fellas?

[rredmond]

Should we take Philo of Byrithium with us? Like a cat in a purse?
Unless folks object, Schmidt will take the ball along.