He had just tucked the book under his arm, when the boy implored him to come up to this room with him. Durzol would have preferred to explore more and see what they could find of value, but he was somewhat tired so it might be a good idea to just focus on translating the book rather than exploring and have it end up being pointless. He also had to construct a letter to his church and let them know of the current state of this island, along with the child that he found; a child who was not human, but half-breed like him and spoke the divine language of their God as if it were second nature to him. He would inform the child that he had taken him on as his personal charge and mold him into being a beacon and perfect representation of the mighty Hextor. There was no doubt that the child was special and could be just what they needed to spread their influence throughout the world.<br/><br/>When they reached his room, Durzol stopped at the doorway…rather stunned by the sight that he saw. The child must have been some kind of a packrat? With how he seemed to have collected just…well…everything. From armor, to weapons, to trinkets, jewels, bottles, books and more. If one were to take the time to name it he figured it might actually be there in that room.<br/><br/>“Is this all yours?” Durzol asked the child who merely nodded and grinned incredibly proud of himself.<br/><br/>A smile, one filled with self-satisfaction and greed came to his own lips as he began to rummage through everything. It took some time, but in the end he had gone through everything and made a keep pile, which included a set of armor for himself and the kid, along with some new weapons for each of them too.<br/><br/>“With these we will make you into a warrior,” he said as he showed the child his new gear. Then he made the painstaking task and taking the stuff he was selling down to a wheelbarrow he had found. A couple of trips later and he were on his way to the merchant to sell the loot.  It took some time for the human to go through everything and Durzol could see his eyes light up at the value of the items, which was why he became first confused and then enraged when he was quoted a price of $800 gold pieces.<br/><br/>“Do you think my mother copped a squat and dropped me from between her legs yesterday?” he asked and slammed his fist down on the table. “Let’s try again, yes?”<br/><br/>The merchant offers a small apologetic smile, raises his hands in a placating gesture and says, “I had to try, business you know,” after a pause he adds, “1500gp.”<br/><br/>Leaning forward so that he was now in the face of the man, “Another 500 because you insulted me.”<br/><br/>“2000 gold pieces then,” he managed to get out with a look of fear in his eyes.<br/><br/>“Good. Now I want a deal on a team of horses, a wagon and supplies to last a group of six for a month,” he said as he leaned back but crossed his arms over his chest while he glared down at the man.<br/><br/>“The deal, I give you what you ask plus 100gp and you leave me alive!"<br/><br/>“Good deal,” takes his money and goes out to collect his newly gained items.<br/><br/>“It’s settled then,” the merchant says as he scrambles to go and get the items for the large Half-Orc least he piss him off again.<br/><br/>Driving the wagon to the nearest bank, Durzol opens up an account and deposits most of his gold into an account as well as paying for extra protection. All of that done he headed back to the inn, when he stopped another vendor, this time one for animals. At first he had no intention of doing much, save for purchasing like a cow or something to go along with their supplies. However, as he stood there looking at the cows the yips and whimpers of wolves he had caged up. A look back to the wagon laden down with their goods made him think about buying some protection for it.<br/><br/>“I want to buy a cow for milk and also a couple of wolves to protect my gear,” a look to one of the cubs and he sighed at himself. “And a cub for training myself.”<br/><br/>“The cow, two trained wolves and their cub is going to cost you 105 gold pieces,” the man said with nod of his head.<br/><br/>“What about armor?”<br/><br/>“We have some, what are you looking for?”<br/><br/>“Something simple. Like spiked collars and something to go on their chests.”<br/><br/>“We have that it will be thirty gold.”<br/><br/>“Deal,” he extended his hand to the man who shook it and he once again collected his items.<br/><br/>The cow was hitched up, the wolves put into the back of the wagon and it all was taken back down to the Inn. Another couple of trips were done to transport the stuff he was keeping into the wagon and then the wolves were instructed to stay and protect the wagon, with food and water left out for them. A bit tired now, he made his way back up to the room where he found the child sleeping, so he removed he set himself up at a table and began to work on translating the book as he promised. At some point, he must have fallen to sleep while he worked because the next thing he knew Azior was screaming and the room had smoke in it.<br/><br/>Items hastily gathered up, reached for the boy before he thought better of it and was shocked that he was not instantly burned. Sure he felt the heat, but otherwise he was not harmed.<br/><br/>“Fire!” he shouted as he kicked open the door into the hall. “FIRE!!” again he shouted for he knew there were two others within the Inn.  Outside, he placed the boy into the back of the wagon and then went to the trough that held the water for the horses generally, grabbed up a couple of buckets and rushed back in to try and contain the fire. If the whole town burned down it would be a waste and he would lose some valuable items not to mention the newest location for the church he wished to start there.