Landrin, a gnome at the Friendly Arm Inn, appears to think I am her lowly errand runner. Apparently too lazy to walk down the stairs and purchase one from the barkeep, she insists that I fetch her precious wine bottle from the cellar of her house in Beregost.
To be honest, at 75 gp, the thought is almost tempting. The house, should I ever seek it out, lies just west of the Jovial Juggler Inn in Beregost. She said something about stepping on spiders and her husband's old boots, but I didn't listen too intently.
120 pieces of hard gold currency for an old pair of boots. A good deal by any measure, despite the creatures guarding them.
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