A Merchant

Things aren't that much different with prisoners, except that they now were the subjects of the goblins cruel pranks. Pokes, bugs, crude jokes. Lax discipline. You almost expect for another random encounter to come and kill a handful of them. You are lucky the dices of fate rolled otherwise.

"Ay ay friend" calls the voice as you come closer. The dialect confirms what you first only suspects by the small stature and the huge backpack of jury rigged trash. The pile bounces up and down as you come closer, followed by the sound of banging frying pans and glass. You half expect him... it... to explode. "Come, come, much to show, much to trade." It giggles maniacally, and rather than inspire wariness in the other goblins, they come closer!

Quest: Goblin Merchant Small Puzzle

The Goblin Merchant Alzabin knows the location of a dungeon, but its entrance is collapsed and can only be reached by miniature sized adventurers. Help him by defeating the boss of the dungeon and claiming the reward.
Success: Defeat the tiny boss
Failure: Fail to complete the dungeon before you run out of time.
Reward: 200 xp
Optional Goal: Drink Alzabin's diminutive potion. 500xp
Would you like to accept this quest? (Y/N)

What a puny xp reward. Who would want to do this stupid quest?

"Pss. Elf." the dwarf is addressing you, in a not very subtle manner. You look in his direction. "Did you see the quest pop up?" you nod "So... me and the others were thinking maybe it is a better way for us to gain xp, even if we got a big skill bonus for that orgy." What? They did? m**** f*****s "So... how about you sell us for that Goblin?" You look at them. You don't really care either way, so why not?

The goblins were battering in their gibberish tongue, you approach Hazzar and share the idea of unloading the adventurers on the Merchant. Better than constantly risking their escape. "... and you can all get better gear. God knows you need them."

Persuasion check successful.

"You have heavy pack. Why not buy strong dwarf?" the merchant's eye glimmer at the thought. First he offers a shovel for him, but Hazzar scoffs at the idea. Then he offers a pair of dirt boots, and then a map. "Fine... how about magic potion? Makes shaman speak tongue of pigs." You are about to laugh at that when the shaman takes the merchant's hand and shake it! What kind of crappy haggler is he?

"Catwoman good fuck. You like fucking? She in heat." again that smirk, immediate hook. He also isnt very good. He offers a walking cane, then some pebbles. A sack of gold. Hazzar disagrees with all of the offers, even if the sack of gold sounded like it could be worth something. "... this is something very important to humans. Book. Secret writing." A spellbook? you perch up, but it actually seemed like a diary of some sort.

"How about two pretty elf ladies?" He rubs his hands together. Hazzar says "Yuliana ally. The other belongs to her. You bargain her." Mine? you dont really know how to feel about having a ****. You smile. "I have most beautiful thing for pretty elf. Here!" he rummages through his pack, and then produces a covered object. "Look!"

Empathy check successful

You don't feel any sort of unusual duplicity on his part, beyond what all merchants have, so peek under the cover. It is a very smooth, dark surface, but doesn't seem anything special. As you continue to pull the cover you see the worked golden borders, and the reflective surface. And your delicate face and features, the thin lips, the smooth milky skin. Your eyes, like precious stones. "Most beautiful thing in the world, isnt it?" he asks as you watch your reflection.

You cant hold back the laugh. The merchant is as ugly as any other goblin, with a hooked broken nose and squinted eyes, but you decide you kinda like him. "Dont you have anything magical?" you ask "If you think you are going to like the catwoman, wait until you have her." he leers at your merchandise. "I have many things magical. Totem to call flies. Potion to kill rats. Water to smell like flowers. Ring of Sparks. Rod of spanking."

"What is that one?" you interrupt. "The ring?" he makes a face like that is a brilliant choice "Very powerful, belonged to human mage. Creates sparks. Hurts like bees." he nods gravely.

Item: Ring of Sparks. Rarity: Uncommon. Item Quality: Average.

• Creates sparks that can illuminate
• Create sparks that shock for 1 damage

Fine, so maybe it is trash too. Lets just let them go on their way "You know, just let me have the mirror and the perfume, and call it a deal. Alright?" he grumbles about two for one, but after you point out she has two boobs he agrees.

The perfume does smell good, you sprinkle it lightly.

Better grooming. Gain +1 attractiveness

_What? _You look at yourself at the mirror. You are gorgeous, with a natural blush on your cheeks and a reddish hue to your lips, but couldn't you make it better? Tie your hair, perhaps? Use a little lipstick? A pair of earrings? As if reading your mind Hazzar bargains for a small make up kit, a comb, and a tiara. As the goblin band resumes haggling you begin to try out the little things.

"How do I look?" you ask, and he makes a face. You look at yourself on the mirror, and indeed you are looking like the joker. Way too much. you clean yourself, and try again. Just a little... very lightly... only a hint of color. You feel the comb tug your hair, and it takes a few tries to have it running smoothly over your strands of hair. Maybe I should braid it.

Congratulations! You have reached levels 1 through 5 in Fashion, You are now a Novice in Fashion. Gain +1 attractiveness.