Vexa skittered up the side of the covered wagon, her tiny limbs a blur as she dove into a miniature hammock hanging from the ceiling. Her little head poked out over the side and she regarded Yul with shiny copper eyes.
"Illegal? No no no no no..." Vexa shook her head vehemently. "Vexa would never sell something illegal. No, the things she sells are merely inaccessible to the average peon. One must have money to purchase these things. If one has the funding, nothing is inaccessible, yes?"
Yul growled in exasperation. Stupid kobolds... So greedy, and materialistic. "Money doesn't change the fact that we're carrying around about half a ton of deadly POISONS. And no matter how much you may try to rationalize it, if we get caught, we will go to jail. Or rather, I will go to jail for being an accessory. You, as the leader of this wretched excuse for a caravan, will be stoned to death. Or worse!"
The kobold wiggled herself into a cozy cocoon of blankets, her head still hanging over the side - though now it had a fluffy blanket on the top of it.
"Do not be silly Yul. Vexa has sold these alchemical reagents many times in the past. She has sold them to merchants and kings alike. Clearly if she was going to go to jail for this, it would have happened already."
No comments:
Post a Comment