Tehazysh mentions talking to them, needing to find a druid near a tree. Says bye and leaves, leaving the door open. Goes downstairs, nothing of interest.
We yapp about forces and likelihood of being outnumbered.
We head outside to check on our cart, all of our stuff is there.
We rock up to the barthens-provisions, it's the old racist dude. Sootstep accuses him of being a racist "we have to protective of our own this far outside of city walls".
Sootstep questions his logic for selling provisions, says something like "to good human settlers, people like you caused Redbrands to turn up". "Talking like that, it sounds like you don't want your supplies".
His eyebrows raise into is non-existant hairline, "oh, your friends of Gundren-Rockseeker, that changes everything".
Sootstep suggests he might want to wait longer for his supplies. He backs down.
Sootstep walks towards the counter, he steps back. He waves him back, says "it'd be a shame if Gundren-Rockseeker hears about you being like this". He backs down "fine, double whatever it's worth".
Sootstep puts his hand on his shoulder, "glad we've come to an arrangement", he flinches but doesn't do anything. Gives us all 10gold each, because half the goods. Offers 24g for cart and horse.
Sildur-Hallwinter says the cart would be useful, but no need to keep hold of it if we're hanging here. We sell the cart.
Yucca grabs him around the neck. He says the Rockseeker-Brothers camped on the outskirts a week ago, and expects them back shortly. They argue about how he'd know this. She lets him go. He dusts himself off and has "visibly lost some faith in the whole expedition".
Yucca asks if he Elmar-Barthen has anything unusual. He has a small scroll of magic. We don't want it.
We walk to the blacksmith (Banian-Whitesone), and a silver-haired dwarf is outside bashing away at the anvil.
Sootstep walks up and goes "show me your wares", he says, "Do you want a pickaxe or a blade?".
Sootstep lifts up his fists, "What about these in metal?", "idk, I've not made fists before, but I can put some spikes on them", asks how much, he puts on the tiniest glasses you've ever seen, says he can do it for 15g.
Sootstep puts his hand on his shoulder, "but you're about to make history", rolls a 19, "that I admire your tenacity for me joining four rings together, I'll do it for 13g", "but you don't understand, I'm going to fight gods with these", looks at Yucca, unconvincing, "13g my boy".
Sootstep says, "But I don't have 13g", he says, "My boy, I don't have customers"
Yucca then asks if he has anything "more subtle"; he asks what she's packing already. They discuss Assassin's Blade, 100-200g, which needs an out-of-town artificer.
Yucca asks for a hand-axe, ex-demo for three gold. She pulls out her sword, gives it to him, saying she's got no space, mutters about "not being a day care", and she suggests selling it, and he suggests selling it to someone not on the "mindmasters payroll".
Sootstep opens the door, announces "We are here to shop", she says "I'd hope so", "What do you have?", "Some healing poitions, some things, as long as you can prove you're not in cahoots with Redbrands".
Sootstep walks over, "What are you selling", "I don't make deals with ruffians", "No, what do you have to sell", "Why would I not have things I'm trying to sell on sale", "no, things we need to sell to deal with the gang", pulls out long sword "I don't need defending", "no, but your customers do", "planning with Daran to take down the game", "the old explorer". 'If you happen to find out lost goods, you will be rewarded.