[there's an extremely tall man with an eyepatch, clad in leather and really looking mercenary-like, perusing the offerings from the various hunting guilds. Relocating wayward bears, or hunting mist creatures? There's some good choices here. How to narrow it down? Ask the nearest passerby.]
Excuse me. This hunting guild - they do mean hunting, right? They're not going to get touchy if anyone actually kills these beasts...
[because sometimes it's hard to hold yourself back from overkill. Also, look at those bounty prices...]
D...ish
[There's a spectacle going on here where the new rings are being sold and tested. A sales rep has swept in looking for a very easy target, but didn't notice until already into his pitch that the guy is wearing thick, leather gloves. So no matter how hard he tries, he just cannot get a ring onto any fingers. Geddoe is really not helping the matter at all by, you know, taking off a glove. He just stands there stoically, staring at the enthusiastic sales rep like he can't believe this guy.
And then, the rep tries to pull off one of his gloves.
Geddoe yanks his hand back as if scalded, and his expression goes distinctly dark and angry]
I said to leave it alone. If you try that again I won't be responsible for what happens.
[come laugh at him while he endures the attempted sales pitch, or see what happens when a man with secrets gets upset.]
G/wildcard
[Nothing beats an exploratory stroll along the edges of the woods and lake. Out and about? You might see the burly black-clad figure of a man crouched to pick toadstools, taking a moment to inspect each one - sniffing it, looking at the underside of the cap - before stuffing it in a bag. Is it for personal consumption or a job? It's hard to say. But if he hears approach, he stands up quickly, almost like he's trying to cover what he was actually doing just now.]
Say...I don't suppose you're familiar with the local flora and fauna?
Geddoe | Suikoden III | open
[there's an extremely tall man with an eyepatch, clad in leather and really looking mercenary-like, perusing the offerings from the various hunting guilds. Relocating wayward bears, or hunting mist creatures? There's some good choices here. How to narrow it down? Ask the nearest passerby.]
Excuse me. This hunting guild - they do mean hunting, right? They're not going to get touchy if anyone actually kills these beasts...
[because sometimes it's hard to hold yourself back from overkill. Also, look at those bounty prices...]
D...ish
[There's a spectacle going on here where the new rings are being sold and tested. A sales rep has swept in looking for a very easy target, but didn't notice until already into his pitch that the guy is wearing thick, leather gloves. So no matter how hard he tries, he just cannot get a ring onto any fingers. Geddoe is really not helping the matter at all by, you know, taking off a glove. He just stands there stoically, staring at the enthusiastic sales rep like he can't believe this guy.
And then, the rep tries to pull off one of his gloves.
Geddoe yanks his hand back as if scalded, and his expression goes distinctly dark and angry]
I said to leave it alone. If you try that again I won't be responsible for what happens.
[come laugh at him while he endures the attempted sales pitch, or see what happens when a man with secrets gets upset.]
G/wildcard
[Nothing beats an exploratory stroll along the edges of the woods and lake. Out and about? You might see the burly black-clad figure of a man crouched to pick toadstools, taking a moment to inspect each one - sniffing it, looking at the underside of the cap - before stuffing it in a bag. Is it for personal consumption or a job? It's hard to say. But if he hears approach, he stands up quickly, almost like he's trying to cover what he was actually doing just now.]
Say...I don't suppose you're familiar with the local flora and fauna?