Fyrd Nuugh

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

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You look like an upstanding sort. Surely you can turn a blind eye to a little... food-bartering, eh?

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— Fyrd Nuugh

Involvement

Act Three

Fyrd and Beulla 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.

Fyrd's attitude towards the party may change depending on the outcome of ⁠Stop the Presses.

Idle banter

• 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

  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.

• 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.

• 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.