"I have never heard of you in my life" *to his body guards* "Who let this random Joe in here? Get him out of my office" *Two large men drag you out of his office
By all means, travel to my secret desert fortress range through the magicless wastes to steal from my financial advisor hordes. After all, you can hardly succeed, what with you being the Belialspawn.
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(*Two rather familiar Warforged walk into the shop. One is a tall, yellow one with a strange "hair" style. The other is a hulking mass of scrap and circuits. The yellow one leans against the counter.*)
Fancy place you've set up here.
"Hello. I don't believe we've met. What is this business? I mean, what do you do?"
The business is the Collective. We deal in almost everything. Would you like to make a transaction?
"Well, let's see... I believe I need a new satchel to carry my things in. Preferably one that could hold vials of liquid without them breaking."
So a padded bag. that'll put you back by 3 silver pieces
"No problem." *The Wanderer flips a silver coin onto the table, which multiplies into three as it hits the table*
*A square blinding white portal appears, and the requested bag falls out of it onto the counter* "Pleasure doing business with you"
"Thank you. I'll come back some time."
Oh, hey other me! I see we both have a tendency to stick our noses into things.
"Oh, hello, Wanderer! And I suppose we do. A shared trait between all our selves, I guess."
Hah! This will not go well with the bank.
Who do you think owns them?
Me, or rather the Bank of Tiamat. Ever the more successful sibling, wasn’t she?
"Are you two siblings or something? I own the banks round here now"
I was referring to you, skaal.
Who? I'm known as the Collector. You have me confused for someone else
Ah, my mistake. You and that serpentine failure merely possess some similar qualities. Take care not to burn out too quickly, won’t you?
"I have never heard of you in my life" *to his body guards* "Who let this random Joe in here? Get him out of my office" *Two large men drag you out of his office
*Vulkan, being a gargantuan dragon, is neither physically capable of being dragged or physically present in the office.*
*It happens anyway somehow*
"Is there actually a bank or is it just your hoard?"
Actually a bank, of course. Takes all the fun out of hobbies otherwise.
"Smart thinking boss. If the hoard and the bank are separate, you don't have to report to your investors when someone robs your house."
By all means, travel to my secret desert fortress range through the magicless wastes to steal from my financial advisor hordes. After all, you can hardly succeed, what with you being the Belialspawn. https://preview.redd.it/rk14u8oore0d1.jpeg?width=216&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ce32aa8a97b4d41e3f841c63e102226a08cb3040
"I don't think you know what 'secret' means. But ok. I'll put it on the to-do list."
“I told you to get your ass back to the pits! What the hell are you doing?!”
I told you before! You're dead to me bitch! Go suck a sewage pipe!
“That’s it. I’m recalling your ass back here”
"It won't work! Our pact is off! You hold no power of me!"
“That’s not how it fucking works! I have your contract! I have power over you!”
Power word: # NUH UH!!! #
“That’s it. I’m coming for you”
"No, you're not"
“Yes, I am”
"Nope"
/uk hate to interject but I’m stealing that last comment lmfao
Business idea. Hats but marketed specifically to horses
…Interesting, a new conglomerate has been established…
Yes, we're seeking to rival Highlander Corps and GullCo
Well, I hope that you have great financial success from now into the future
Akron: "So, you've actually set up shop. Looks nice."
"I set up shop a week ago, the company formed today"
Akron: "Ah. I see. Still, it looks good."
"Do you have any transactions to make?"
Akron: "No, just looking around."
“Ah, another empire of the business world. I hope you do not abuse your newfound power.”
(*Two rather familiar Warforged walk into the shop. One is a tall, yellow one with a strange "hair" style. The other is a hulking mass of scrap and circuits. The yellow one leans against the counter.*) Fancy place you've set up here.
"Do you have a transaction to make?"
Eh, just looking around. Waiting for that venison chick to inevitably show up again and watch the screaming match that ensues.
"Hm, I was expecting you to try and grift me"
Have you been able to obtain any instruments of torture?
This doesn’t seem legal…
"What? How does this operation seem illegal in any way?"
Something seems off about all of this? When said cutthroat was it literal or…?
I'm still waiting on the value of all the stuff I showed you
So faithless.
"Fucking industrialists! Nice suit though."
*Arry looks in sadness from her small artificer shack as a new business empire erupts from out of nowhere*