After a few minutes of interacting with the Lustful Rogue, Arthur realized why he earned that title. The topics chosen by this man were nothing less than plain disgusting. He talked about buying slaves, selling slaves, drugs, wine, alcohol, and how stupid the people were.
"So, that's how I slept with the finest cat woman in Greva." He finished his story with both pride and a slur. "Where are my manners? You haven't told me stories of your own!" He said with a drunken expression.
"Well, there's isn't much to tell." Arthur smiled. "The dishes I carry around are all I have, and being the only one to supply them, I make a decent profit. However, sometimes things get since there are a few dishes which I can't sell."
"Nonsense!" The Rogue blurted. "Why wouldn't one of your dishes sell? I'll buy all of them!" He pounded his chest with pride. Arthur managed to glean off some greed in his eyes.
