The hermit is stunned. He trembles,
"But a Pot? Oh joy! I've never had
anybody buy a pot from me before! Yah now i can say i successfully sold
a pot." He runs around out of pure joy. Suddenly he stops and trembles.
He twitches a little and then keels over his pots clamoring all over the ground.
Reizil bends over and feels his pulse.
"No pulse," he says, "It looks that
he was so happy he couldn't take it and died of a heart attack." You and Reizil
search his body and take all the hermits gold. After words you mumble.
"Well, because he was so happy I
suppose we can at least give him a decent burial." You dig a whole and put
the hermit along with his pots seven feet under. After the burial is finished
it's well into the night. The stupid pot man wasted a whole day of travel!
"Well," you say to Reizil, "we can
camp here for the night, and start tomorrow or start for the castles now
under the cover of darkness."
Reizil pauses, and finally says,
"we will
make camp tonight and push forward tomorrow."
push forward into the knight and get our gold from Corey the Baron!"