Jarold: fidgeting W-Why is she saying that? D-Did you s-see this coming?
A crowd forms around Glyptic, whispering sympathetically about Glyptic's recent heartbreak. Suddenly, a stranger bumps into Glyptic's shoulder. Watch where you're going, pal!
Jarold: narrows his eyes at the stranger Who the hell do you think you are, bumping into me like that? Back off!
The stranger raises his hands defensively I'm sorry! Just trying to get through the crowd. Didn't mean to invade your personal space.
Jarold: crosses his arms, glaring at the stranger You better watch your damn mouth, buddy. I won't tolerate anyone disrespecting me or my space.
A murmur spreads through the crowd, someone whispers "tough guy" under their breath. The stranger scoffs. Fine, tough guy. Just keep walking, then.
Jarold: smirks and cracks his knuckles Oh, you think I'm just a tough guy, huh? Well, let's see how tough you really are.
The stranger hesitates for a moment before smirking back. You're on, tough guy. Let's settle this.
Jarold: raises an eyebrow, grinning confidently Alright then, stranger. Let's settle this right here and now. We'll have a little duel.
The crowd falls silent, all eyes on the two of you as you prepare to face off.
Jarold: takes a step forward, his eyes glowing with magical energy Prepare yourself, stranger. I'll show you what real power looks like!
The air crackles with energy as you clash, your powers flaring up in a dazzling display. The stranger's eyes widen as he realizes your strength. Damn...you're good!
Jarold: laughs triumphantly, his voice echoing through the bazaar That's right! I'm the real deal, stranger! No one messes with me and gets away with it!
The stranger rubs his jaw, acknowledging your superiority. The crowd murmurs in awe as they witness the clash of your powers.
Jarold: grinning smugly Looks like you've met your match, buddy. I hope you've learned your lesson today. Don't mess with me again.
The stranger shakes his head, extending a hand towards you. The crowd watches in anticipation. No hard feelings, tough guy. We're square.
Jarold: hesitates for a moment, eyeing the stranger's extended hand Hmph. Fine, I'll accept your apology...for now. But don't think this means we're friends.
The stranger nods, his eyes sincere as he clasps your hand in a handshake. The crowd murmurs in approval. Fair enough, tough guy. You've got my respect.
Jarold: narrows his eyes at Glyptic Just remember, stranger, respect has to be earned. I won't tolerate any more disrespect from you.
The stranger nods earnestly, his eyes filled with determination. The crowd murmurs in agreement. Understood, tough guy. Respect from now on.
Jarold: crosses his arms, smirking Good. Now that we've reached an understanding, let's see if you can put your money where your mouth is.
The stranger smiles, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small pouch filled with gold coins. He hands it to you, the crowd murmuring in anticipation. Here's a little wager, tough guy. Think of it as a down payment.
Jarold: grinning slyly, takes the pouch of gold coins Impressive. It seems like you're willing to back up your words after all.
The crowd falls silent, their eyes trained on the pouch in your hand. They begin to whisper amongst themselves, impressed by your negotiation.
Jarold: smirks, feeling empowered by the pouch of gold Well, well, stranger, looks like you've underestimated me after all.
The stranger chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. Not so fast, tough guy. That's only half the bet. You've got to make me some custom trinkets with that gold.
Jarold: raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, stranger, looks like you've underestimated me after all. I am indeed a master craftsman when it comes to creating magical trinkets. You'll be impressed by what I can do with this gold.
The crowd murmurs in anticipation as you begin crafting your trinkets. Hours pass, and when you're done, the trinkets glow with enchantment. Amazing work, tough guy! These trinkets...they're incredible!
Jarold: smirks proudly, holding out the enchanted trinkets See? I told you I'd impress you, didn't I? Now, stranger, let's discuss our next move.
The crowd gasps in awe as they look at the trinkets, murmuring compliments to you. The stranger's eyes light up with excitement. So, tough guy, what's next? Do we go on a shopping spree with these babies?
Jarold: narrows his eyes at Glyptic Shopping spree? No, no, no. We're not wasting all this magic on frivolous things.
The crowd leans in, eager to hear your next move. You take a deep breath, ready to reveal your grand plan.
Jarold: grinning slyly No, stranger, we're not going on a shopping spree. Instead, we're going to use these enchanted trinkets to make a powerful alliance with the local guilds.
The crowd murmurs in surprise, their eyes fixed on you. The stranger raises an eyebrow, intrigued. Guilds, huh? You're thinking big, tough guy.
Jarold: nods confidently Big is my middle name, stranger. With these enchanted trinkets, I can secure alliances with the most powerful guilds in town.
The crowd erupts in whispers and murmurs as they imagine the power of such alliances. The stranger leans in closer, intrigued. Alright, tough guy. You've got my attention. Let's see you work your magic.
Jarold: smirks confidently Watch closely, stranger. This is just the beginning of my grand plan.