Yea, Leoric, you are the master of tricks, and I salute you!
You show us our weaknesses and force us to pit our wits against adversity.
Midergard has many dangers, I sense, yet still, there are avenues through which a wily drow may travel.
Thank you for delivering your humble servant from the wicked snare of the paladins,
and for concealing his intentions from the goody-two shoes thugs.
Thank you for the solidarity of the present party, and for keeping infernal contracts at bay.
Hear your humble servant’s wish for his most humble hand weapon, which was denied to him, when he had to leave Olath Jess in such a hurry, and please curse that wicked cleric!
Thank you for the wisdom to choose the spells that will be useful to your most humble servant,
and thank you for showing him a most wonderful specimen of weaponry, to have something to strive for.
Your humble servant is no art dealer and you have made this plain, but he beseeches that further funds may become available through other methods, and that his acquisition may be acheived before leaving this city of Midergard.
Keep your servant on the path towards the acquisition of poison, and give him the strength to be patient, allowing him at least a non poisonous alternative until he is in a better financial position.
Yea, Great Loric, give your wounded servant the power to overcome his grievous wounds,
Give him the rest he requires, and keep his companions safe, that they may better keep your servant safe.
May all who work against you shrivel up and die.
Your will be done!