City of Thieves: 74, 116, 250, 342, 289, 5, 83, 322: Fair Trade

Clock street is, of course, where you get your clock cleaned.

      Stuffed alligators, weird flasks and strange herbs don't grow on trees. Wizards have to buy these things, or else live like normal people. Wizards living like normal people usually last about three months before they either correct that or jump off something tall.

       So, someone in the market must know Nicodemus!

Choice: Market Street: 116

Okay, so we've got clocks and glass windows. Anyone taking notes of the tech level?

      Wizards buy herbs!

Choice: Enter: 250

I can't help but feel racial standards of beauty are behind that 'ugly'.

     "Hey!" I say by greeting. My voice echoes oddly through the black helm. "You get many wizards shopping here?"

Choice: Ask about Nicodemus: 342

"Maybe my good friend Prince Humperdink could change your mind?"

      I shrug and pass the Man-Orc a gold as though I've got plenty to spare.

Gold: 30-1=29

Choice: Spend the Gold: 289

I think Hilda is going to make some bad decisions...

      "Yeah, I guess that is all you," I grab the Man-Orc by the head and slam his face down into the counter, "Know. Got me there."

       He lifts himself back up, grabbing his hand-axe and glaring at me. I calmly remove my head, just to watch his eyes widen in panic as he recognizes me.

Choice: Fight!: 5

Thank you for clarifying. I thought the Man-Orc had never held his own axe before this moment.

Round 1

Hilda: 17

Shopkeeper: 16

Shopkeeper: 5-2=3

      While his eyes haven't decided if they're wide enough, and the hand-axe is still at the ready, I slam his head down into the counter again, just for the fun of it.

Round 2

Hilda: 23

Shopkeeper: 12

Shopkeeper: 3-2=1

      The shopkeeper lifts up his head, and takes a desperate swing. I grab his arm and pull him forward, just to grab his head and slam it into the counter again. His nose is bleeding profusely now. Nasty splinters from the counter in his cheeks, too.

Round 3

Hilda: 17

Shopkeeper: 15

Shopkeeper: 1-2=-1

     I twist the arm, the hand-axe clatters to the ground. The shokeeper pleads for mercy. I nod to the pleas. Then I slam his head into the counter.

      "Was it worth the coin?"

Choice: Victory: 371

     And, yoink!

Choice: Heal: 83

The label also lists about a tome's worth of side effects.

      I appreciate the book acknowledging the possibility of the label being a lie, because that is exactly the kind of unfair nonsense these books love to play.

Rolled a 1. Still, that brings me to 14/15 Stamina.

       I rub the mixture into my bruised abdomen and... yeah, it feels better. Time to ransack the rest of the place.

Choice: Keep Searching: 322

      I jingle the sack of coins over the shopkeeper, who is just now groaning back to consciousness. "You can keep the coin," I say, "Thanks for everything." The doorbell rings as I exit, and the Man-Orc doesn't even manage to say anything.

     And that brings me up to 40 gold pieces, despite the 1 lost.

Choice: None: 93