January 27, 1372


Occa identifies the items the next day, January 27th.

The helm improves the wearer's hearing.

Niko looks puzzled and puts on the helm. "Darian, go over to the other side of the room and whisper something."

"Niko, since when did I become your servant? If you want me to help, how about some please's and thank you's. Didn't your mom teach you any manners?"

"Manners?" Niko says as he belches. "Of course my mama taught me manners."

Niko pats down his shirt and pants pockets "Funny, I coulda sworn I haddem before I teleported out with Occa and the others."

"OK...Darian, coulda please do me a favor and whisper something from da other side of the room?"

Darian looks skyward and mutters, "Why me?"

"Shouldn't ya be lookin' downward when ya ask that?" Niko chuckles.

In a normal voice, Darian says, "Very well, Niko."

Darian walks to the other end of the room and whispers, "I still wish I was on my honeymoon."

Niko tries to hear what Darian whispers.

Niko hears him.

Niko tries to listen to one of Occa's servants in the next room.

You hear some giggles. It sounds like Cannon Fodder is busy again.

Occa learns nothing about the cutlass.

Niko sighs "Darian, can you put this in your magic pouch. I'd like to see if it still retains its magic in hell."

When Niko casts detects invisibility on the wand, the word 'hoser' is seen.

Niko grins and puts away his wand.

"Occa, how about MC or is he too much for you?" the cavalier asks with a wiseass grin on his face.


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