Wealth Mountain is an ancient structure in the far away, uninhabitable northeast. It's taller than any other peak, protected by an unfathomable monster, and apparently filled to the brim with precious goldatinum metal.
Four goblins, all of which ha...
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"MMmMmmmm, apologies, but I'd rather not get in another handmade boat," 27 worried.
"Hurmph, then you're welcome to buy one for us," Stibs grumbled.
"Well – I am little bit low on funding in my Yiklar Bank Account, yes I am," 27 confided. "I went frantic buying items during the battle, yes I did, and... to be honest, I lost track of what I was spending. By the end of the battle, my personal funds had wholly depleted, yes they had, and I'd already let Sunbolt take back Leader Glazeanvil's money. With all that in mind... well, there's not really anything left."
The other three goblins gave the noble a surprised look. "Rrghegh, you're broke?" Drek chuckled. "You? Richie rich goblin?"
"MMmMmmmm – I was one single goblin purchasing literal army worth of goods, yes I was!" 27 retorted. "Of course it cost fortune!"
"Hmmm," Colb mumbled, scratching his chin. He noticed a dwarven trade ship, which floated peacefully near the shore. A couple of sailors were loading boxes onto the wooden-and-cloth vessel. "Let's ask them for a ride," he declared, pointing out the sailors.
Not waiting for a response, Colb trotted over to the dwarves, who were dressed in leather armor not unlike his own. "What?" a heavy-set dwarf asked, as Colb stopped in front of him.
Colb's Yiklar Amulet of Open Ears glowed with understanding as he stared up at the dwarf. "Hmmm, do you speak Goblish?" Colb asked.
"I-I don't know what he's saying," the sailor responded, looking at his companion. The second dwarf shrugged as well.
Colb glanced back at his crew, who appeared to have followed behind him. "Hmmm, show them where we want to go on the map, yes?" he said. Stibs pulled out his Yiklar Map of Finding Location, displayed it to the dwarves, and pointed at the Frosted Wastes in the northeastern corner.
"What, you want to go there?" the sailor guessed. Colb nodded. "Are you asking us to bring you?" Colb nodded again. "No," he grumbled, then went back to stacking boxes.
"What did he say?" 27 asked.
"Hmmm, he's not interested, yes?" Colb said, feeling disappointed.
"Hurmph, try being persistent," Stibs pitched. "I know sailors – they like the path of least resistance. If we keep bugging him, eventually he might decide that saying yes is easier than saying no." Stibs walked up to the dwarf, and again displayed the map.
"What? Go away," the sailor grumbled. Colb just stared back at him blankly, while Stibs continued to hold the map out.
"What does he want?" the sailor asked his companion.
The second, thinner dwarf set down a box and walked up to the goblin crew. "That's a nice map," he said. "Nothing's labeled in Dwarvish, but I can tell where things are just by the drawings. Did you four make this?"
