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I just looked at the transit time from Scribel to Gelderholm, and oof... that's bad. 7 days per transit, 11 by caravan. Which means... that Till is essentially out of money. But at the point that you have 650k gold, I don't think there us much use for it, or is there?

So, what do you actually need all that stuff for?

Thus, you are the evil god of poison. Well, to be honest, I simply enjoy writing the struggle of my characters over everything going smoothly. No fun in that. *looks at Till and Exal* Not for me, it seems. Though I do think that there always are parts of my personality in my characters, and...

Hmmm... true enough, yes. Well, the next quest I'm planning to do with Till is the escort duty one, with the target being Gelderhold. Or in other words, Till is going to leave soon. I don't torture my characters for no reason! Don't you know that character is shaped through fire and a hammer...

Uhm... no? Why would I worship the evil god of poison? Exactly! Now just you wait, Till might actually be an immortal by the time he retires as my character! *smug* Too soon, too soon! XDDD

Hey, that's not set in stone! ...because it hasn't happened yet. And I wasn't planning to have her get killed! Also, with my current plans, Till won't worship evil gods, okay!?

Or just, you know, do a quest.

Well yes, but actually no! Talking about the weapon here! But, jokes aside, I really am considering Till's longsword becoming sentient.

The one he inherited from his father!

*pokes* Exactly!

I mean the one he is using every day! You know, the heirloom! 130cm long, sharp, pointy, a tool for murder!

Actually... on second thought... I now kind of want to make Till's sword sentient. :sweat_smile:

Perhaps. That's... possible.

I don't know. Probably shiny stuff. Crows like shiny stuff, right? They are hidden in a very secret place. :blob_hide:

I got keys! Don't steal them, though. Please? Nah, he doesn't keep that in his pockets.

:O Be sneaky and pick some pockets? Shiny shiny? That's reasonable.

:blob_hmm: Wouldn't everyone actually be happy that way?

I fear you are mistaken. That is the realization of not having shipped enough. *nods wisely*

Eh, no need to worry.

I ain't magical! Now, to clarify. That thingie is a somewhat infamous Latin riddle with awkward phrasing and having that awkward and weird split of words that makes it pretty impossible to understand which words are supposed to be together. "IN GIRUM IMUS NOCTE ET CONSUMIMUR IGNI" would be...