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"I'm afraid you don't understand."
"This is a fashion emergency!"
"And I make vulneraries with chamomile and stingweed of course. I could make another one right now in front of you if you wished to see my work."
"Hello. Would you be willing to purchase full vulneraries to add to your stock?"
"Barnacle butts. I'm going to see if I can find somebody willing to buy vulneraries at the bazaar."
"I cannot fail you." And Stheno goes dashing off with a fire in her eyes.
Stheno gasps "You have nothing else at all?" "This..." "This must be rectified at all costs." "Tailor! How much are the dresses, and do you take barter?"
"The stitching on that one is so seamless. And I didn't know you could do that with frills." "And... and.." Stheno slumped as reality hit her with a brick.
"And we're too poor to afford any of it."
"Puppet Girl! Hello." Stheno approached, hoping for conversations that didn't involve large quantities of raw flesh and voracious flying lizards who ate annoying birds. A topic seemed to reveal itself with the tailor's dress sale. "Oh my. Some of those dresses are absolutely gorgeous."
"Fine, but I'm getting off this ship for a while." Stheno stepped off the gangplank before either of them could stop her and headed into town with a dismissive farewell wave. "I take full responsibility for anything that happens while I'm gone and I won't come crawling back if wild sea wolves eat my legs or whatnot."
"Well... we're free to go now." "Even if I'd much rather drown myself in alcohol at this moment."
"The nun seems to have him well in hand. As long as Prata doesn't eat her your problems are solved." "Was there anything else you wanted?"
"According to her, none.." "We could try to find a butcher's shop. I'm not sure if the others would approve when the ship is so low on funds though."
"You don't? I'm surprised he's so good at hunting out here to keep full then. He would eat a few hundred pounds of meat every week back when we were traveling." "We could try belly rubs."
"Me? I didn't take care of his pet. Maybe..." She coughed, uncomfortable at the suggestion "F-feed it? He's... probably still hungry."
"Y-y-es?" She had the look of a guilty party.
