The fire started with the tiniest of sparks. One small, nearly forgotten Sheep Goddess needed more worshippers or else she faced the worst in God-based bankruptcy: fading away into irrelevance. Other Gods she knew had faded and died. She was not letting it happen to her, sheep or no sheep.
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Let’s assume for a moment the Old Man is not an altruistic lover of villagers and hater of all goblinkind. Nor is he sitting in the same Inn with the same offer of 4000 gold pieces waiting for the level-correct Murder Hobos to wander in for his health. What’s in the side quest business for the Old Man?
The Diviner points to a small scrawl and a happy little printed cartoon mage on the base of the scroll. “Ozmo’s Magic Hospitality Company produced this scroll. We’ve been tracking these scrolls with great interest.”
For this adventure, the GM (who is also an economist and is, therefore, unbelievably sadistic and evil) assumes the demand for the pearls remains a relative constant – it does not suddenly dip or climb.