"You're cute; He just mentionned she didn't believed in free things, that you have to work for rewards." He pulls out a couple of daggers from his bandoleer " Ready."
"Oh, well I just heard 'enchanted item' and assumed, and thank you, I am quite adorable don't you think?" Hort's smile is freakishly huge.
Hort still smiling "Hort is Hort Mr. Berz! That's all there is too it. Oh and Danton." Hort takes a minute to remove her chainshirt, and after the desired effect he puts it back on.
Ok, when you open the door, you find a mostly empty room, with a curious statue in it. It is a rather large depiction of a fishlike man with his mouth open wide. Sitting next to it is a chest with a small sign attached that reads, "DoNt tOucH!!! gRulls FIsH!!!"
Upon seeing Hort's gender change, Danton is astonished. "Why do you keep wearing that? It seems to me that whatever benefits that chain shirt provides would be countered by turning into a woman." Danton stops at the doorway to the fishy room. "Drat, the Cult of the Lutefisk God has spread down here, too? I'd recommend keeping away from that shrine. I've heard it said that it corrupts your very soul!" Upon noticing the chest, Danton pauses and thinks a moment. Would Inconsequentia approve of robbing the enemy diety? (Knowledge: Religion +11)
Danton has a sudden bout of religious fervor. "I suggest we loot the chest and maybe even deface the statue."
As Hort moves in to search the chest, you all hear a voice. I sounds like someone speaking underwater, and carries a severe bitterness. "Welcome. I am the Lutefisk god. My shrines are here to provide adventurers with magical equipment. But, as per the agreement between the gods and the dungeon makers, I can't give it to you for free. But, I feel I provide my service cheaper then Some gods I could mention. All I need from you is a sacrifice of lutefisk. I can't tell you how much you will need, because I am a little fickle. But it will be worth your while. To get you started, the chest here is full of lutefisk stored by one of my more inept worshipers. Just place it in the statues mouth."
The scent assaults you first. You see a large pile of quivering, jelly-like fish. Probably 50 pounds.
Torma shrugs at the idea that Hort was actually a man the whole time. He's then brought back to reality upon hearing the strange and deep voice. " Is that what you wanted to loot Danton ? By saint Morocse, it smells worse than me ! Say Danton, would that be a bad thing to feed that stinky fish to the statue ? If that can get us some help, why not take advantage of that."
