Tell Me a Story

«What Dreams Are Made Of

A Done Deal»

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If you are up to the task, Blade Surname, I thought we might tend to the metal alloy required for the Resistance weapons' refinement.

I say “we,” but I fear there is little I can do to help with this particular request from the House of Splendors.


For some reason, they have requested memoirs of battle in return for their services. They were quite adamant that said memoirs are of fierce battles far more harrowing than anything I myself have experienced.


What's more, they went on to say these writings should be based on battles here in Bozja, or battles of an “otherworldly nature.” My apologies, Blade Surname, but they have asked for thirty freshly penned volumes of each.


I can scarcely imagine what manner of harrowing tales you intend to pen, but I have every confidence the House of Splendors will be pleased.

Ah, you are returned. Regana's attendants arrived with a shipment of alloy not long ago. May I presume you found ample inspiration for your memoirs?
...Twenty-nine. Thirty. Everything is accounted for. Here is your alloy, as promised.
A pleasure to do business with you. Though...may I ask why the House of Splendors sent two representatives for this transaction?
Considering the difficulties likely involved in penning these memoirs, we thought it best to leave nothing to chance with this particular shipment. In any case, sixty volumes of anything is rather a lot, so we decided to share the load.
Though there was one other reason we both elected to come...

Those chiseled muscles. That rugged jawline... You must be Gerolt, the world-renowned blacksmith. I've heard many a tale of the wonders borne from your forge.


Aye, a master smith whose striking good looks are matched only by his incomparable business acumen. In fact, we wish to make you a proposition─an exclusive contract for wholesale shipments of our alloy. If anyone can realize the potential of this king amongst metals, it would be the illustrious Gerolt Blackthorn.
Well, it's nice to see someone finally recognizes me talent for what it is. And yer absolutely right─I'm sure I could find a use for more o' this here alloy. Mayhap a new line o' kettles, or...
What will you say?
Take this deal, and you can write your own bloody memoirs. Are you sure you want more dealings with Rowena's lot?
B-But...ye know damn well waxin' poetic ain't me strong suit, and what if Rowena found out I'm the one what wrote 'em? ...Fine. If that's the way you want to be about it, I guess we'll have to decline the offer.
Oi, let's not bring Rowena into this! <sigh> You're right... It's only a matter o' time before she weasels more clauses an' loopholes into the contract... She'd have me over a barrel before I know it.
So Rowena has you wrapped about her finger, does she? What a pity.
We'd hoped you might be interested in a little “something on the side,” but it seems she's got you all to herself.
Well, you can't say we didn't try. Perhaps you should keep to the straight and narrow?
And perhaps you should be running along?
As you wish. We'll be back again when the Resistance has need of our services. Until then, Regana...