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[Superdorf]

Familiar looking? Familiar looking how?
Regardless, enter therin.

[March]

You've seen this carriage before, or at least one that wasn't quite so worn.

You attempt to enter the carriage and are met with a grouchy old halfling woman with carrot orange curls and a ragged navy suit, "Whatsitaboutwith ya lot, sume yabe wantin to trade... wellout witit." she says in a hurried dialect.
"Salt barrels worth if you have." Makdt says
"Sixtty ehM" the halfling says, "Deal." Makdt pays.
The halfling woman you assume is Tiri points at a barrel, "Haveater an goodonya."

[Superdorf]

Follow Makdt out.

[Naturegirl1999]

So do we eat the salt when we leave?
Edit:unbolted since we don’t know whether we should

[Superdorf]

I assume Makdt will explain further once we get out of here.

[Naturegirl1999]

Follow Makdt out.

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[King Zultan]

Follow Makdt out.

+1

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[March]

Makdt takes the barrel... takes the barrel... takes the... you take the barrel and follow Makdt out.

"Now then, unless you want to go somewhere private it's time to put it all in you." Makdt says with a smirk and a dumb little mocking pose.

[Superdorf]

"Do I... eat it?"

[Naturegirl1999]

"Do I... eat it?"

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[March]

"Do I... eat it?" you ask
"For starters... guts & lungs, we can figure out getting it in the rest of you after." she says

[Superdorf]

"Hm. Very well..."
Find somewhere out of the way of traffic, and... start snarfing salt.

[March]

"Hm. Very well..." you say and look for somewhere out of the way of traffic; basically just aways from the tents and carriages is pretty calm so you go over towards there.

You start shoving handfuls of salt down your throat; it takes about an hour and you get about 30% of the barrel down before you are overful of salt to where you can't put anymore in your guts or lungs. Its uncomfortable but it doesn't hurt.

[King Zultan]

Lets see if we can still talk, then ask how we get the rest inside of us.

[March]

You try to talk; silent salt pours from your mouth.
"Ok, this should do." Makdt says holding up a thin knife "Let's just..." she pokes it through your guts a few times.
"Alright You keep poking I'm rub some more salt in the holes." she says giving you the knife and proceeds to rub salt into you.