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From Wrong Divinity
Nick's an all-around good guy with a serious meat fetish. He has half the city singing his "Meat, Meat, Meat!" song or yelling, "Nick, I want your meat!" Cringy, yet brilliant marketing.
The guy literally gave me his shirt, a nice silver corded shirt that didn't last too long against the Dummy Bird's metallic claws...
From Tropical Hazard
Oddly enough, Nick fits right in at Dedu Tedu Novus. Even before he got a translation sphere, he was working with Cobalins on some new project. Now, largely thanks to him, the village has a market that... well, largely sells bugs. Gross.
Unfortunately, Nick hasn't replied to any of my messages. He's probably drunk somewhere. Or... something happened.
Meat, of course. Attention, attention, and more attention. Stylish clothes, young women, and party games. Turning everything into a business.
Ah, now that's an exquisite question! While many might settle for the tender cuts of mundane beasts, my palate craves something far more opulent. Without a doubt, my choice is the Drakescale Ox.
These brutes are worth dying for! Like, seriously, hear me out. Flavor aside—which is a ten out of ten!—you can easily make a few gold pieces from the meat alone.
So, hey, go find one in the Golden Valley of Arenolis, then call me. /Wink/
Booming! The Cobalins are the best customers I've ever had. They don't haggle. They just cheer. Every merchant's dream.
Perform? I headline. You should have seen the crowd at the Royals' masquerade. Everyone was talking about it. And not just about the bacon.