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.