I had a wretched time of things today.
I woke up in an unfamiliar location with a bit of a bump on my head. A local explained that I’d apparently been exploring, took a tumble off a mountainside, and then was knocked unconscious by a rock-throwing maddened hill beast. The local sold me some foul smelling brew to ease my troubles.
Later, still feeling rather dreadful, I made my way to Evendim to look for various mathoms. Nosing about the ruins, a kergrim spied me and gurgled threateningly. I shrugged it off, only to be hit with an insulting faceful of something suspiciously vile. I suspect it originated from one end of the beast or the other. On a whim, I carved the carcass up to see if Glosmir might be interested in kergrim bits. He makes the most amusing face when he’s disgusted.
My butchering was interrupted by a quartet of tomb robbers, and I slunk home in the rain.
However, Glosmir was most appreciative of kergrim bits. He was willing to pay nearly two silver per wart, ‘The squishier, the better,” said he. And, “See if you can get some of the skin next time- it’s particularly fine.”
Fine for what, I wonder!
Mmm... LOTS of squishy warts.
