Dmitri: Submit

You present your meager belongings to the very professional orcish bandit, trying your best to keep the letter concealed. You try to remain calm and polite. “This is enough, right? If not, I can mix potions. Maybe we could work out a deal or something?”

The orc declines your offer. “I’m not really looking for a long term business arrangement here,” he explains, “I just had some time to kill while waiting for the patrol to pass by. Figured I’d make a little side-income, if you know what I’m saying. This haul looks like it’ll fetch a good 40 drakes or so.”

“Though I couldn’t help but notice that fine piece of mail you still have in your pocket.”

You reluctantly reveal the letter for Katia. “It’s… for a friend. All it contains is a ring, and that ring has more sentimental value than actual value. I know I’m in no position to negotiate, but I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t take this.”

The orc says he’ll consider it, but wants to check the value himself. “It won’t take long, I always keep a reference book on jewelry appraisal squeezed between my tight, herculean glutes. Check it:”

“Holy shit, this is a Ring of Firewalking! No, this is a Ring of Firewalking with a fucking diamond on it! It’s my lucky day! If its sentimental value is seriously higher than its actual value, this thing must be crazy sentimental. Sorry Chestnut, I can’t see myself parting with a sweet catch like this.”

“Hey, don’t feel down. You’ve provided important resources to my business, and I am thankful for that. I’m thinking I might even leave one of those scrolls here to tip for good service. Just one scroll though, since this ring’s gonna be a bitch to cash. I’ll probably have to sell it at a Mages Guild to get full price, which means hiking all the way to Anvil, Chorrol, or Skingrad.”