Trolls and Trinkets 2e

Dezenn smacked the wizard's hand away from the vampire. "Oi, you have to pay for those."

"What a shame" the wizard, who called himself Abberdon, said while stuffing the fangs he already held into his pockets "I suppose you have a better use for them?"
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"We have to figure out where Ophela is heading" the Queen said.

"We should go north, but we need a tracker" David said "but someone injured the only tracker I know."

"Yes, selling them." Dezenn said crossly. "You have six fangs, so that's ninety septims."

"Look here you two. We have a situation and we don't care about your dentology" David pointed out.

"Piss off." Dezenn said.

"I will not go away, criminal. You are not here to make a profit. Understood?"

"Actually I have a better deal for you. I will lead you to Ophela in return for all vampire fangs" Abberdon offered.

David smiled at Dezenn "that sounds reasonable. I am sure I am speaking for the group when I say that we accept."

"Good, follow me" Abberdon said as he led the group towards the north gate.

Dezenn narrowed her eyes at the guardsman but didn't protest. She was certain Ophela had more treasures than vampire fangs could make up for; and she could always pick this wizard's pocket should it become necessary.

The group makes it out through the north gate without any delays. The group then follows the main road north, Abberdon using his arcane senses to guide the group after Ophela.

"So what sort of treasures does Ophela have in her possession, hmm?" Dezenn wanted to know.

"You are not here to make a profit" David reminded Dezenn "so you might as well forget that she is one of the richest in the country."

"Of course I'm here to make a profit, why else would I be here?"

"So that this place doesn't turn into vampire-mania"

"As if I cared about that."

"Only if you care about your life. The next person you might run into would be a bloodthirsty vampire. What would you do then?"

Dezenn held up a throwing spike and smirked. "Simple; install cranial ventilation."

"Yes, have fun thinking that." David retorted.

The group had arrived at the foot of a mountain. In front of them, there was an entrance that looked like it had seen better days.

"This is where she is" Abbadon said "be prepared to fight."

Octavion and Anastasia both ready their weapons as they await the fight.

As the group of adventurers entered through the dilapidated doorway, it became apparent that they were in some sort of catacomb. Vases with bones hurriedly stuffed in them line the wall, spiderwebs hung down from the ceiling and the place looked much like a haunted house. It was indeed very cold and the floor was slippery which David found out the hard way "#@! Let us kill that blasted vampire and get out of this dump!"

Suddenly Abbadon pulled the Queen towards him holding her by pulling on her hair "nobody move, or else she gets hurt."

Anastasia turns around and aims her bow at Abbadon.