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A Phantasy Script Part 26: Don Trey Pass

Noticing the shimmering light, the group make their way nearer to the shop.

Berd: Okay, this time we won't order any drinks or food!

Fylec: Yuck, I can still remember that odour of the red wine...geez that was nasty!

General: Plan of action! Fylec, cast dispell magic upon our entry. If the owner is a wrong one, they will attack. Jokesum, if they do attack please do fill the place with your bearings of pain! If not, Berd, check out any camping supplies. I will try lulling them to sleep with a tune from my lute, if they do attack.

Jokesum: Yeah, sounds good! Really getting into this strategist role now, huh Mood?

Smiling at Jokesum, General Mood nods Fylec in first. With his staff aimed forward, he casts dispell magic.

Berd: Ready for anything!

Fylec: Well, I don't see anyone. Berd, I'd suggest going stealthy!

General: Oh, good one! Yeah, yeah, do that!

Crouching down, Berd then enters the shop door that then chimes a corner shop ring. Looking around he sees the supplies that they need but no owner. Waving his group to come in, he squints his eyes trying to pick up on any movement in front of himself.

Jokesum: I'm not going to lie, why is this place open when there is no...

With a *thoof* of magical energy, a being materializes behind the counter and smiles at the Hunter's Guild. Dressed in a red blazer, black trousers, black hair that is parted down the middle and looking like a goat.

Dobley Frehtic: Hello adventurers! Welcome to the Don Trey Pass! My name is Dobly Frehtic, are you here for camping supplies?

As their eyes dart around each member of the group, they continue to smile cupping their hooves together. With some skepticism, the group venture closer towards Dobley.

Berd: Oh! Hi there, thank you for allowing us to enter your shop!

Dobley Frehtic: All are welcome, though please; lower your weapons and holster any ill-will. As the villages saviors, you will be allowed a discount upon any purchases!

Fylec: Ah, of course. How rude of us to assume the worst of someone that we have not met. And thank you for the discount!

Dobley Frehtic: Assumptions can be vital in these trying past days. Many of our townsfolk were worried that another creature of malcontent would try to capture any of us!

General: We are here for your village, any peril will be dealt with accordingly.

Dobley Frehtic: Ah, so you are the leader of your group?

Jokesum: We are our own beings, there is no single leader here. May we purchase two of your two-man tents, along with the bits and bobs that come with them please?

Dobley Frehtic: I see, so you all are your own boss? How fantastic! Of course you may, most people would have gone with a single four person tent, however, I feel that your decision is valid for your own reasons. Allow me to summon the...bits and bobs along with the two tents.

Wafting their blazer with their arms, a torrent of magic appears in front of themselves as they begin their spell. Two back packs, with the tents rolled up upon the top, materialize and land on the floor in front of Dobley.

Dobley Frehtic: At the discounted price, being the saviors of our little village and everything, your current price is thirty-five silver. Would that be everything?

Berd: Oh, very nice! Do you have the netting required to hold the tents to the ground, within the backpacks?

Dobley Frehtic: Netting? This is a newer idea of camping that I have not come across.

Picking up on Berd's tricky way of getting another item added to the shopping list, Fylec adds to it.

Fylec: We have been travelling for some while, our last set of tents were carried away by the wind due to no netting added to cover them. They would also need large pins, to bolster them into the ground.

Dobley Frehtic: Oh really? And where have you traveled?

General: We have been to Cavenoor, Devils Run, many places that are further afield.

Dobley Frehtic: Ah, I see. How large do you need the pins to be?

Jokesum: Oh about...

Jokesum puts his hands together then begins pretending to increase the size until he reaches his full arms span.

Jokesum: Yay big, should do.

Dobley Frehtic: I must say, those would require some work! Though, I think I have a work around. Magically infused pins!

Quickly summoning purple glowing pins into his right hand, he shows the group the three inch long items. Picking up one of the pins, Berd looks skeptically at Dobley.

Berd: Your magic summoning is impressive! And the netting?

Dobley Frehtic: Oh, my apologies! The netting, I shall infuse into the tents. Therefore, the magical properties of both will make sure that the tents will go nowhere!

Fylec: That is amazing! From one magic user to the next, I bow to thee!

Fylec does indeed bow towards Dobley, who then smiles and nods.

Dobley Frehtic: Your gratitude is welcome, I shall not increase the price as...the netting and pins should have been included. Thank you, for giving me the present of knowledge!

General: A kindness that is hard to come by nowadays, we thank you! Here, my colleague will give you the thirty-five silver.

Looking at Jokesum, General Mood signifies that he needs to hand over the amount that had been said.

Jokesum: I tell you what, could you please throw in...this!

Bringing up a set of five logs, Jokesum then places them on the floor in front of himself with a smile.

Jokesum: With the discount aside and the amount owed, I shall give you...fifty silver in total.

Dobley raises an eyebrow and is about to take the money that Jokesum is handing him when he looks down.

Dobley Frehtic: No, no, no! Fifty silver is far too much for our heroes!

Berd: (whispering) Dude, that's all your silver!

Jokesum: Would you settle on...forty then?

Fylec: (whispering) You know you are really bad at bargaining, right Jokesum?

Dobley Frehtic: I shall accept forty silver, that is most kind of you Sir...sorry, what were your names?

General: We are the Hunter's Guild, pleasure to make your acquaintance!

Dobley Frehtic: Ah, a fine name for the foursome that helped our village out! Thank you, once again.

Placing the forty silver into Dobley's hoof, Jokesum smiles as the wood is then also bundled up with a magical spell.

Berd: Thank you, Dobley Frehtic! Your service to this group has been most helpful.

Grabbing one of the camping gear backpacks, Berd then carries it upon his back.

Fylec: To a fruitful future, for you and all that resides within Raguul!

Dobley Frehtic: Ah, thank you! Good evening kind sirs!

With another *thoof* of magic, Dobley is no longer seen within the store Don Trey Pass.