| Drinks in the deep |
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| Required: 7 Red Liquors. |
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| → Go to
Crosh Dunehammer |
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| YOU: Could you use some help? |
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| Crosh: Ah, reinforcements! |
| Crosh: All right! |
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| -Crosh claps his hands together excitedly.- |
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| Crosh: Now, let's have you watch that way there… |
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| -Crosh points across the chasm to the doorway one can't reach without flying.- |
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| Crosh: And I'll watch, uh, this way. |
| Crosh: All right. |
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| -Crosh turns and vigilantly stares at one of the other arched passages.- |
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| - Time passes. |
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| -Crosh mutters something nearly inaudible.- |
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| - More time passes. |
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| YOU: What exactly am I looking for? |
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| Crosh: N-no, I don't want more fish, ma. |
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| -Crosh mumbles something else too garbled to make out, and then begins to snore quietly.- |
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| YOU: I think you're drooling on your armour. |
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| Crosh: Hu-Wha? |
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| - Crosh jumps and looks around with a stern frown. |
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| Crosh: Did you see something? |
| Crosh: Are they coming? |
| Crosh: Hmm… |
| Crosh: I don't see anything. |
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| -Crosh puts a hand to his ear, listening intently for a minute.- |
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| Crosh: Maybe it's just one of them miners. |
| Crosh: Always coming down here, they are. |
| Crosh: Never understood the appeal, myself. |
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| -Crosh yawns, stretches and then smacks his lips together thoughtfully.- |
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| Crosh: Y'know, I could really go for a few drinks right now. |
| Crosh: Like three or four… |
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| -Crosh looks at you and smiles as an idea strikes him.- |
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| Crosh: I got it! |
| Crosh: I can't leave here, because I've been assigned, you know. |
| Crosh: But if you're here to help me, then you got to follow my orders. |
| Crosh: I hereby order you, Sir Reinforcement Nolthrir What's-yer-name to bring me four- no, no, let's do this right… |
| Crosh: bring me seven mugs of red liquor. |
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| -Crosh winks at you.- |
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| Crosh: I'll give you something decent to make it worth your while afterward. |
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| YOU: YOU hands over the mugs, trying not to spill them. |
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| Crosh: Aah, these'll hit the spot indeed, thanks! |
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| -Crosh glances around, his arms full of mugs.- |
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| Crosh: No upper officers in sight, heheh. |
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| -Crosh drinks greedily at the first mug and burps loudly.- |
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| Crosh: Mmmm…. |
| Crosh: been toooo long since I had some of this. |
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| -Crosh glances around once more and pulls at the mug again, quickly finishing the liquor.- |
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| Crosh: Yaar! |
| Crosh: Now, let's see. |
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| -Crosh sets the mugs down, keeping a full one in his hand, while the other fishes in his purse for a bit before taking out three lumps of silver ore.- |
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| Crosh: Found these down here the other day, I did. |
| Crosh: Talad knows where it came from; maybe it fell out of one of them miner's pockets. |
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| -Crosh shrugs and pushes it into your hand.- |
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| Crosh: All yours now, soldier. |
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| -Crosh quickly polishes off a second mug and tosses it into the chasm, listening for the clatter of it hitting the bottom.- |
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| Crosh: Pretty deep hole, that is, eh? |
| Crosh: You seen that creepy fellow that lurks around down there? |
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| YOU: tell me more about this person. |
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| Crosh: Calls himself 'Zak' he does, you know? |
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| -Crosh takes up a third mug and sips at it.- |
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| Crosh: But I'll… |
| Crosh: I'll tell you something. |
| Crosh: That's not his real name. |
| Crosh: Not at all. |
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| -Crosh waves the mug gently in the air before taking a long drink from it.- |
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| Crosh: Aah, excellent stuff. |
| Crosh: Thank you for again for fetching it, Sir. |
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| -Crosh suddenly stops moving and looks around intently.- |
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| Crosh: I thought I heard something. |
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| YOU: So, what is his real name? |
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| Crosh: Ahh, now that I can't tell you. |
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| -Crosh finishes his third mug and tosses it over, pausing to wait for the smash.- |
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| Crosh: I don't know. |
| Crosh: I just happened to overhear him having a conversation down there with this Dermorian lady one day. |
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| -Crosh shrugs, burps, and takes up another mug. He sips at it as he looks around, squinting off into the passageways.- |
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| Crosh: Real creepy fellow. |
| Crosh: Gotta be, to spend all your time down here, eh? |
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| -Crosh laughs a while, perhaps too long.- |
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| YOU: What did the Dermorian lady say? |
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| Crosh: Oh bosh, I wouldn't know! |
| Crosh: Do I look like some kind of eavesdropper to you? |
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| -Crosh frowns at you and looks away, lifting his fourth mug for a series of sizeable swallows.- |
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| Crosh: Recruits these days, I don't know what's going to become of the army. |
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| -Crosh peers into the mug, sighs, and tosses it downward, the last bit of liquor spraying outward as the mug tumbles against the stone walls and down into the void.- |
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| -Crosh takes up another mug and stands holding it for a moment, studying you.- |
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| Crosh: I shouldn't have mentioned that. |
| Crosh: That fellow is bad news, soldier. |
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| -Crosh glances around and lowers his voice.- |
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| Crosh: I might tell you, for a golden circle. |
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| -Crosh nods once and drinks from his mug.- |
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| YOU: Here's your money. Tell me your tale. |
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| Crosh: Thank you kindly. |
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| -Crosh leans down and stuffs the coin into his boot. He straightens and looks around before whispering to you.- |
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| Crosh: So, I was a little bit off-duty, looking for some grubs, and I come round a corner, and I see them people down below and I hear them talking. |
| Crosh: The lady said something like 'your mum would not approve' and he says 'if she did, I wouldn't have to be spending so much time down here with the madmen and the monsters.' |
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| -Crosh rubs his head with his hand and chews on his beard a moment before drinking from his mug. He continues quietly talking.- |
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| Crosh: I don't know about the 'madmen' part, mostly it's just me and the miners down here… |
| Crosh: anyway, so she says, uh, she says 'I'll take care of it, don't worry,' um, yeah. |
| Crosh: That's where he said something about his name, he did. |
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| -Crosh nods for a while, looking as though his drinking is beginning to affect him.- |
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| YOU: Quit nattering and tell me his real name! |
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| Crosh: Ohh. |
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| -Crosh gently shakes his head.- |
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| Crosh: No, no, that's secret information, soldier. |
| Crosh: I mean, I didn't hear it anyway. |
| Crosh: I didn't want to: I left, you know. |
| Crosh: Safer that way. |
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| -Crosh takes a sizable sip from the mug.- |
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| Crosh: Maybe you should call it a day. |
| Crosh: I'm sure that I can handle it a bit longer here, now that I've had this bit of fortifying. |
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| -Crosh burps again.- |
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| Crosh: Yeah, that's it: Soldier, you are relieved. |
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| -Crosh sketches a salute with his mug.- |
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| Crosh: Careful on the stairs now, and keep an sharp eye out for the enemy. |
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| QUEST COMPLETED |
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| Rewards: Nothing. |
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