Eh, you guys ready? Da buggahs is down da hill.
Yes, but they are also downwind. Here. Put this behind your ears.
What? You want Bragga for wife?
No, my erudite axetrix, just put on this parfum. The liquid in this bottle is the work of Enri de Karpani, a master of olfactory obfuscation. You will no longer smell like, well, this. We will all smell like them. I am not sure which is better, but the latter is certainly better for our heads.
Enri de Karpani’s parfumerie
GP per ounce (each ounce = 5 applications)
Kobald  100
Goblin  150
Orc  300
Lizardman  900
Bugbear  500
Northerner 100
Southern Warrior 50
Southern Noble  300
Soap (for you, free)
New this season:
Manticore 1,500
This is actually an awesome idea. My party is currently encountering a lot of morlocks, which are blind in my world, and a little eau de morlock would really help them out!
Oh, and eau de zombi!
Eau de grognard!
For the life of me, I can’t figure out why Gragga thinks that a bottle of clear fluid means a marriage proposal. I gotta stop writing these so late. Optimal blogging hours are late morning.
Perhaps as the marriage ritual in his tribe, the man who wishes to marry someone offers her some sort of treasure that they can’t produce, including perfume.
And I thought it was Bragga?