Wednesday, June 11
Baumann's Prize: Part 2a – Main Smoking Den
The dark-kin made his way over to the man. “I’d like to buy some drugs,” he said stiffly.
The old man chuckled and abruptly turned to face Sebastian. His eyes were milky white. “That depends on what kinds of flavor you’re looking for. Snakeweed will cost you three silver, ghoul juice costs one doubloon, and abyss dust costs two doubloons.
Sebastian pretended to think it over. “Two vials of ghoul juice please. One for me and one for my friend.” He slipped two gold doubloons onto the counter in front of the man.
A young man stumbled out of one of the cubicles and collapsed on a nearby couch.
The Well-Dressed Man felt in front of him for the coins. He rubbed each coin between his fingers. Nodding to himself, he turned and slid the coins through the grate behind him. A few moments later, gnarled hands handed him three vials. He spun back to place the vials before him.
“You’re blind,” Sebastian said out loud.
“I am,” said the Well-Dressed Man. “Is that a problem?”
Sebastian shook his head. “Not at all. It’s just that you gave us one too many vials.” He could feel Beldin tense up behind him. [MORE]
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