The hunt for companionship (Calleigh)

[Yuthirin]

"Itsa headsquid! Bye! Thanks!" Calleigh flies off after Canderella.

[Anastasia]

Once you go off, "What was all that?" Moonlight asks, "Why are you a farmer?!"

"Oh, it's a long story about the elemental planes and learning about them," Canderella says. "Well then, shall we continue after Lathander? To Kelm."

Ready to move along?

[Yuthirin]

Onward to VICTORY AND SNACKS!

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 87 > [d100=87]
> roll 1d100
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 74 > [d100=74]

You begin to walk. It's a lovely stroll and the weather's great. You pass the time by chatting about this or that, until ahead you see what looks like a huge table setup by the side of the road. A big wood table full of stuff, with what looks like a mercane standing besides it.

[Yuthirin]

"Random shopkeeper!"

[Anastasia]

"Oh, those are the best! I got my mace from one for 10,000 gold! They didn't even realize...and I didn't either, until I broke the concealing magic on it," Moonlight admits.

The four of you walk on over. The mercane wears pants and tunic of royal purple, a cloak of gold paired with it. All sorts of knick-knacks are on the table, overflowing with them. "Travelers! Help yourselves," he says, "I'm clearing out my junk inventory and everything here's 90% off!"

[Yuthirin]

A friendly reminder that Read Thoughts is always active. Is he full of BS?

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+10
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 17 > [d20=7]

DC?

[Yuthirin]

http://www.d20srd.org/srd/psionic/powers/readThoughts.htm
DC 22 Will

[Anastasia]

Tryll can tell he's on the level. Seems completely sincere, his thoughts are open.

[Yuthirin]

Detect Psionics is UP. We are now SHOPPING. Hunting for goodies.

"Discounts!" Calleigh immediately buzzes over, trailing miniature headsquid tentacles behind her.

[Anastasia]

Canderella follows, looking about.

Moonlight does as well, "Oh really, just clearing out old inventory?"

Vivantha is more restrained, but joins the others, "But why here?"

"Why not?" The mercane grins, as Tryll hears his thought of wishing he wasn't stranded here for three days.

[Yuthirin]

"Hmmm..." Calleigh squeaks out, perusing the table. "Well, I'm a merchant myself, sometimes. I don't know if this is necessarily a prime spot. I wouldn't want to set up shop here, and the discounts you're giving either say that you're really fond of people having your things, or you're in trouble. At the risk of sounding racist, you're a mercane. I don't see many mercane being this generous with discounts, even with trinkets. So what gives? Are you ok? Do you need help? We're really good helpers!"

[Anastasia]

Canderella has a tiny set of scales in hand, examining them up close. "That is a good point," she remarks, "Most mercane part with gold as dearly as men part with blood."

"My circumstances are difficult. My transportation off Elysium fell through and I have a few days to waste before means to escape arrive. Unfortunately, those means have a highly limited carrying capacity, so I'm trying to liquidate as much of my low value inventory as possible." He spreads his hands out at that, "Since I'll have to leave it and getting some money for it is better than getting none, here we are."

[Yuthirin]

"Oh. That's it? That's easy! As long as you don't mind if we finish up here first, we can help out! Probably!"