Radaghast shifted uneasily. He knew in order to reach the far shore, they would have to buy equipment from these peoples.Curinir whispered in his ear, "Perhaps we should take them now." Radaghst didnt like the way Curinir thought the quickest way was the best way. It made for a bad warrior. "No, started Radaghst. "Right now we need a boat and supplies, the battle has not yet begun." The Guardians were getiing restless.
The large meetles one of the Mudokon tribes were riding made anxious noises.Tolzo held tight to the reins of the group. Meetles were often the prey of the Guardians.There was a general silence everywere. All the tribes cast glances over eachother, realizing they will all soon be fighting against one another. Radaghast approached the shop. A wily looking slig bustled over. "So what'll it be..........." the slig trailed off. Olog-gravvs and sligs history is not a pretty one. Nontheless a good businessmen will never lose a sale if he can. Radaghst didint wait for a reply.
"I require 1 ship, large enough for our guardians, 100 moolah worth of meat, several logs of tufa wood, and 30 pounds of quertera mushrooms."
"Quertera mushrooms? Why do you want those?"said the shopkepper.
"They are.......useful.
"Alright then, any weapons?" said the wily shopkeeper. Radaghast moved his arm so the dim sun shined off his sythe gauntlet.
"I think not."
"Fine fine, give me a few minites" The shopkeeper bustled into the backroom that lead to the docks. Voices of sligs working on the other side could be heard.
Radaghst turned back to the tribe.
"Were almost ready."
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