Scenario:Galadar - The Galadar Crudes
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The Galadar Crudes
Galadar receives a message from his disciples and that weapons from his vault have been stolen. After catching the thieves, Galadar offers to take them on as his pupils. His generosity and kindness impresses the crew.
Galadar not in crew
(Captain)'s crew is at the Knickknack Shack stocking up for their journey.
With new equipment in hand, the crew is about to leave when a voice from behind stops them.
???: Oi! Aye, you bairns with the lizard.
Vyrn: I ain't no lizard! You need something or what?
Galadar: Aye. The name's Galadar. Mind if I take a look at the axe you bought?
Galadar examines the axe carefully, taking in every minute detail.
Galadar: And I have something I wanna ask... Could you see yer way to partin' with this axe?
(Captain) and the crew are shocked at his request, but listen to Galadar's explanation.
It seems the axe is one Galadar made early in his smithing career. Ashamed of the low quality of his early work, he has been traveling around buying it back.
Lyria: But this axe... do you really need to take it?
Galadar: Not for nothin' of course! I'll whip up something better to replace it.
Lyria: It's not that... It's just that this axe doesn't seem so bad.
Galadar: Well, how about that!
I didn't think it to look at you, but you must know your way around the forge, eh?
I didn't think it to look at you, but you must know your way around the forge, eh?
Though not a blacksmith, Lyria appreciates the work that went into the weapon.
This tickles Galadar, who bursts into laughter.
Galadar: Bwahaha! And while we're talking about things useful in battle, what do you say to me joinin' your crew?
With a booming laugh shaking his great frame, the Draph craftsman joins (Captain)'s crew.
There are many weapons that the famous craftsman Galadar made when he was young which no longer meet his exacting standards.
They are referred to as Galadar Crudes, and are ironically quite sought after by collectors.
Vyrn: Whoa, what's that flying over this way?
Galadar: What's that? A pigeon?
Lyria: What a clever pigeon! He's got a letter!
Galadar: Oho, a carrier pigeon? Could be urgent!
Galadar: Bearded hammers! This be mighty important!
Galadar: (Captain)! Sorry, but there's somewhere I want'cha to take me.
Vyrn: Lyria, what did the letter say?
Lyria picks up the letter which Galadar had dropped and scans it quickly.
Lyria: Erm... It says "Boss—Urgent matter. Please return."
Lyria: Hmm, I wonder what's happened.
Vyrn: Whoa! Galadar! This is an amazing workshop!
Galadar: Well, it's a wee bit small, but I like it that way! Easier to keep hidden, y'know?
Senior Apprentice: Boss! Welcome back!
Junior Apprentice: Welcome back!
Lyria: Whoa, you surprised me!
Galadar, are all these people your apprentices?
Galadar, are all these people your apprentices?
Galadar: Bwahaha! Well, I've got more, but these are the best! I only let me most trusted apprentices in here!
Galadar: Oh! But we'd best get to business. What did ya call me all the way here for, laddies?
Senior Apprentice: Well, it's... We'll show you.
The apprentices lead the group to a terribly battered slab of metal that appears to have once been a very sturdy iron door.
Galadar turns pale.
Galadar: By my shield! They got into the vault?
Senior Apprentice: Thieves... They must've gotten a tip-off. They took everything they could carry and some things they couldn't.
Vyrn: What was in there?
Senior Apprentice: Huh? Isn't it obvious? The Galadar Crudes!
Vyrn: The what now?
Senior Apprentice: How can you not know about them? They're the unfinished weapons that Galadar made in the past!
Senior Apprentice: Being one-of-a-kind weapons from a famous craftsman, they command a high price. Naturally, thieves are often after them.
Vyrn: Ohh. So that's why you've got a secret workshop in such a remote place.
Senior Apprentice: But it's a good thing you got here so quickly, Boss. The thieves are still on the island!
Senior Apprentice: And they said they were gonna go get some money for the road by robbing the town!
Mine Foreman: Galadar! Yer finally here! We've been waiting for ya!
Galadar: Bwahahaha! Of course! The villagers always give us a fair deal, so it's only right that we pay back that debt!
Mine Foreman: Right! The lads are all here! What's the plan?
Galadar: Hold yer horses. First we need to know where the rats are hidin'.
Mine Foreman: Hiding? Oh, the thieves' hideout! I heard it's on the mountain, about halfway up. Why?
Galadar: Hmm, interesting. Around the mines?
Mine Foreman: Yeah! Right where we work!
Galadar: Bwahahaha! Well then, we don't even need to have a proper fight with 'em!
Mine Foreman: Huh? What do you mean, Galadar?
Galadar: Just you watch! I can crush 'em without causing any casualties! Bwahahaha! Ahahaha!
Vyrn: That's big talk coming from you. You sure you can pull it off?
Galadar continues guffawing, already assured of victory. The crew looks on, bemused.
Galadar: Hmm... Aye, this'll do nicely.
Vyrn: Hey, what're you doing down there on the ground?
Galadar is on his hands and knees, straining to hear something.
Galadar: Gahahaha! Sounds like I'm getting close! Aye... Should be around here.
Galadar pulls out his pride and joy, a colossal hammer, and raises it to strike.
Vyrn: Hey, hey, hey! What're you doing, Galadar!
Galadar: Hrraaagh!
Lyria: Aaah! Everything's still shaking...
Galadar: Whoops! Sorry there, lassie! Didn't mean to scare you. You all right?
Vyrn: What were you doing! You're supposed to whack the bad guys further up the mountain, not the ground down here!
Galadar: Shhh. Be quiet, ye daft lizard. It should've reached 'em by now.
Vyrn: I told you! I ain't no liz—huh? What's gonna reach who?
Lyria: I can hear something... like a cracking sound!
Lyria: Waaah!
A large fissure races through the ground. It runs straight up the mountain, spewing clouds of dust into the air.
Vyrn: Hey! Isn't that where they said the thieves' hideout was?
Mine Foreman: Galadar, did you just whack the fault line?
Katalina: Impossible... It takes scientists years to work out where those are.
Galadar: Well, I'm no scientist, but I could tell. Soil color, smell, sound, and moisture. That's what told me.
Vyrn: Really? That's super impressive, Galadar!
Vyrn: Hey, where are you going?
Galadar: Just have one more thing to do. Let's get digging!
Lyria: Digging? You're gathering smithing materials now?
Galadar: Bahahaha! I told you, didn't I? No casualties!
Lyria: Huh?
Bruised and battered thieves lie squirming on the ground, hands and legs tied. Galadar and his apprentices stand in front of them, arms crossed.
Thief: Ngh... Why... Why did you save us? You're going to kill us or hand us over to the army anyway!
Senior Apprentice: Hahaha! Boss, looks like that's the last of the dirt!
Galadar: Bwahahaha! At least they shower more than you lads do! I know just what to do next!
Galadar: (Captain), are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
Galadar: Bwahahaha! You know me so well, (Captain)!
Galadar: Bwahahaha! Don't play coy. I'll wager you thought of it before I did!
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Galadar: Any craftsman faced with raw iron would feel the same urge to shape it. These thieves are no different!
Galadar: Even the crudest bit of scrap iron can make a decent sword. Ye just need to put in the time to polish it up good an' proper! Right?
The thieves look on in admiration, finally understanding what Galadar means.
The thieves give up their old ways and become apprentices in Galadar's workshop. There they learn more than mere smithing—they learn the secret to an honest life.