Nokka stands over a hunched, nervous man.
"Oi'm gonna say werds at ye, an' yer gonna wroite em noice loike! Ther's true innit fer ye if'n Oi loike't."
The man nods and gives a weak smile. Nokka begins his sales pitch.
"'Oy! Oi got bows, oaken bows, an' axes, armors, even some koin'a books wha' Oi nay know wha' it means--prolly magicked--an' Oi gotta wand wha' ma'es ye stronger an' cloaks fer sneakin' an animal killin' an' other stuff. Ye come meet me at tha bar, we 'ave'a drink, go to tha craf'all an' ta'e a luk at tha wares."
The man, after years of interpreting what speakers of poor common mean, writes:
Attention adventurers! Master Dwarf Nokka has for sale two oak short bows. A wand that gives its user the strength of a bull. A magic tome of sorts. Cloak of the Watchers, and a Glorious Mantle. Also in his treasures are iron axes, battle axe and great axe, one bronze axe, and a collection of other weapons. He also carries armors. His shop is run from a bank vault, so if you are interested, leave word at the Bull's Eye in Center.
Itemized list to follow.
The man stops, pleased with his work, and Nokka adds:
Nokka's war's tha bes' aroun', ye be kickin' gobbo skulls an' torchin' goiant corpses in no toime!
The man cringes. "Master Dwarf Nokka, I hardly think that is necessary."
"Wroite it!"
"Bu-"
"Wroite dammit!"
The man writes: These wares shall help you on your journey, and keep their edges for many battles.
"Aye, 'aht's wroite. Werk fer yer coin!"
"You have no idea, Master Dwarf, how hard I work." He hands Nokka the scroll.
"Oi'm sure Oi don'!" Nokka looks him over, searching for a weapon to bless. "Keep yer' pen an' yer senses sharp as tha Battle Father wan's." He takes the scroll, runs off, and begins posting it around.
