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Beulla Sandfoot
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Beulla Sandfoot is a halfling food merchant who can be found conversing with Fyrd Nuugh on a pier gazebo outside of Philgrave's Mansion in the Lower City during Act Three.

“Nothing afoul here, dear. Just a little... undeclared business. You understand.„
Involvement[edit | edit source]
Act Three[edit | edit source]
Beulla and Fyrd are trading large quantities of food under the gazebo, in an attempt to avoid the Guild's watchful eyes. If approached, Fyrd chastises the party for interrupting a private conversation.
Beulla's attitude towards the party may change depending on the outcome of .
Idle banter[edit | edit source]
Fyrd Nuugh: So... still got the goods?
- Beulla Sandfoot: Wouldn't be here if I didn't, would I? And you? Keeping up your end?
- Fyrd Nuugh: Uh-huh. Flour - nine whole sacks. Just don't think too hard about where they came from.
- Beulla Sandfoot: Did some Upper City type wake up to find an empty larder this morning?
- Fyrd Nuugh: Better than not waking at all. Good quality stuff, too. Not a weevil in sight.
- Beulla Sandfoot: Pity. I like a little crunch.
- Fyrd Nuugh: Better than not waking at all. Good quality stuff, too. Not a weevil in sight.
- Beulla Sandfoot: Did some Upper City type wake up to find an empty larder this morning?
- Fyrd Nuugh: Uh-huh. Flour - nine whole sacks. Just don't think too hard about where they came from.
Fyrd Nuugh: Anyway, what do you have for me?
- Beulla Sandfoot: Side of salted pork, some barley, and six dozen eggs, assuming none broke. Fresh as you'll get.
- Fyrd Nuugh: Fresh, you say? I checked the last lot in a bucket of water - they all floated.
- Beulla Sandfoot: That means they're good.
- Fyrd Nuugh: Means they're old. Still, though... I'll take old over none at all.
- Beulla Sandfoot: I told my third husband the very same on our wedding night.
- Fyrd Nuugh: Means they're old. Still, though... I'll take old over none at all.
- Beulla Sandfoot: That means they're good.
- Fyrd Nuugh: Fresh, you say? I checked the last lot in a bucket of water - they all floated.
Beulla Sandfoot: Nine-Fingers still keeping out of our little arrangement?
- Fyrd Nuugh: For now. You'd think something like this would be below her.
- Beulla Sandfoot: Nothing's below her - not if she thinks she's owed a cut. Let's just keep our heads down.
- Fyrd Nuugh: Easier for you to say.
- Beulla Sandfoot: Nothing's below her - not if she thinks she's owed a cut. Let's just keep our heads down.
Fyrd Nuugh: Maybe we should meet somewhere different next time. Folk'll get suspicious.
- Beulla Sandfoot: Over what? As far as they're concerned, we're just a couple of friends, discussing the weather.
- Fyrd Nuugh: If we get careless, the Guild will come for its cut - and if it doesn't come out of our purses, it'll come out of us.
- Beulla Sandfoot: Came down - nobody's killing anyone over a few eggs. Not even her.
- Fyrd Nuugh: If we get careless, the Guild will come for its cut - and if it doesn't come out of our purses, it'll come out of us.