[WFRP] The Bloody Crown XIII

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"Fine," he said. "A horse, then."

"Thank you, sire. I'm sure she'll be grateful."

"No, Holt, I did not set my men to digging up your possessions." He paused, a thought seeming to cross his mind. "Is there anything buried there that I should know about? Any more... unusual books?"

"Oh, no!" Elsa assured him quickly. "If I had those, I'd have told you. It's, uh... some money. At the time I buried it, the situation in the Reaches was such that it seemed unwise to keep all of one's gold in one place."

Feeling that she needed to end this meeting on a positive note, she added: "Another bit of good news, sire. Evil magic no longer dwells in Nath, as far as I can tell. One day, Rhya willing, the Dead Hills may be green enough to graze goats and sheep."

She saluted again and left the room.

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Elsa and Jarla


Elsa quickly headed over to the Star to make conversation with Jarla before she got too drunk to be agreeable company. In passing, she informed Tatiana that Sforza had refused to part with any of the three horses, as they were warhorses and therefore very valuable, but that another horse could be found for her. She also asked the proprietor of the Star if there was, by any chance, a spare bedroom.

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If not, Elsa will try to see if any customer with a bedroom is willing to part with it. She'll offer them the price of the room plus a premium.

Untrained Haggle 22: (d100)[16]

Finally, Elsa sat down next to Jarla and ordered the lightest ale the establishment had; she was thirsty from the road and needed something not too strong.

"So. Urgrim told you, eh? It's... a thorny situation."