I've got a Jar of Dirt

Sparrow · 01-16-2022, 07:03 PM

The man appeared without much wait and remarked that he was wondering when he was going to see Sparrow again. Sparrow made a big deal of rolling her eyes, "Cillllll, my wounds are barely healed. Did you really miss me that much? Bold for someone who wouldn't even face me head on." She gave him a sharp smile- banter for banter. He mentioned he didn't see the rest of her crew and assumed they weren't here to set fire to the castle just yet. "Oh, no, they're just at the other border," she said. "I'm here to distract you with the trade of your life."

She cued and friar uncovered the wagon with five shiny bottles and the large jar in the center. "Two of these are state-of-the-art moonshine, not made by us, found on my travels to an undisclosed location." Friar wafted his arms over the bottles and Pongolo made a little 'oooh, aaaaah' at him in mock amazement. "Next is three bottles of world-class liquor, dark and spicy with a kick that will make your head spin. I couldn't quite call it a whiskey or a bourbon- what's even the difference- but something entirely more." Again, friar gestures, the parrot swooned, and Sparrow moved on. "The last is a jar of incredible black sands, said to have been crushed rock from a lava-spewing volcano long ago. While impressive in itself, there's something deep within the soulless sands waiting, if you would like to trade."

Friar held the jar above his head with great effort. Pongolo landed atop the skin tied over the top.

"All this, and all I ask for is one lousy drunkard in return- you see, we need him to swab decks and sing songs lamenting my previous lovers." So far, the man had done neither, but oh, he would. "So... whaddya say?"

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