Juc: переводы

→Broken Blade

→Karuku Rock

→Edon

→Raven's Gate

→Durnore

→Port Kuudad

→Nimble

→"Why yes, there is. I am working on a potion that must remain stable for several years, and the only reagent that can accomplish this is teeth from a troll. It's not easy to extract teeth from a live troll, and so my crafting has been put on hold until I can acquire what I need." <pb>"I know of a person in the Elderoak forest, east of here, who dabbles in a bit of witchcraft. Her name is Baizel, and I am sure she would have some troll teeth. It would be best not to bother asking her; just look around and see if you can find some. Bring me back the teeth I need, and you will be rewarded."

→"Let me hear of your business or be gone."

→"Do you have any jobs that I could do for you?"

→"I appreciate that you are interested in the magick arts."

→"What do you have for purchase?"

→This magick shoppe smells of sulfur and the smokey residue of burned herbs. It is a well-stocked store, and through the back door you see a complex machine consisting of various spheres intertwined. <pb>The mage of this shoppe is tall and thin, dressed in dark gray robes. His skin is pale and his eyes are as black as coal. He approaches you. "My name is Valx Grayraven. You are welcome in my shop to look about."

→"Interesting." [BACK]

→"I must be on my way." [EXIT]

→"I'd like to look at your inventory."

→"Oh, of course! We buy weapons that have literally been through war, and I bring them up to 'better than new' condition for resale. Also, you'd be amazed to see what kind of heirloom weapons and armor that lords and ladies will sell when their coffers run low. Most of these pieces need some reconditioning to bring them back to full resale value, so that is what I do. I would not call myself a true blacksmith- just an arms dealer that does some repair work on the side."

→"You are a weapons dealer, but you do smithing work as well?"

→Waylen smiles at you. "If you have some gold in your pocket, my inventory is open for browsing."

→You see a young man holding a crafting hammer. Hanging from his belt are numerous tools for performing fine repair work on armor and weapons. <pb>"Hello to you! My name is Waylen, and I am the Arms Dealer for the Silver Scarab Caravan. Are you looking for anything in particular?"