"But that's premier stuff, only circulating in territories of the Half-body Man. We certainly don't have it in this poverty-stricken part of Transylvania."
"We don't need to negotiate with her face-to-face!"
Full Risk Half Haul shook his head and pointed at the teenage children that had been assigned to help them work, and he said:
"They can handle translation. We just need to list down the rules and structures. It's just a matter of a few sentences. It's up to the NPC whether she accepts it or not.
Also, I'm curious to see just how realistic this game truly is?
If her intelligence level is high, then there will definitely be feedback after we submit this proposal.
Maybe we can get some reward items too.
Even though we're not fighting monsters, having decent equipment is an essential part of the gaming experience. They're organising dungeon raids, shall we give it a try tomorrow?"
"That makes sense!"
Mud Head Pickup's eyes light up.
