Godrick the Grafted

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Godrick the Grafted: I command thee, kneel! I am the lord of all that is golden!
You: How do you get massages?
Godrick the Grafted: My servants, grafted or otherwise, massage my back and shoulders with lotion made from the sap of trees found nowhere else but here in Stormveil
You: How many runes is it worth per bottle of lotion?
Godrick the Grafted: Each bottle of Godrick's Royal Lotion goes for three hundred thousand runes a piece, but I’ve been told a bottle can last you for up to a month - so you’ll be getting plenty of mileage out of it.
You:
Godrick the Grafted: There is a cheap
Godrick the Grafted: I command thee, kneel! I am the lord of all that is golden!
You: How are your axes doing?
Godrick the Grafted: Ah, my axes! I've not seen 'em 'round Stormveil in some time, but they likely took up residence in the Godrick Soldiers' barracks. We often hold them in high regards, I can tell they enjoy my company. I might go there with some of me lads and check up on them tonight...
You: Could I borrow your axe to cut into some cake?
Godrick the Grafted: Me axes are for chopping at the likes of Tarnished, but I'd be more than happy to lend you it if it is to be used on some cake! Perhaps I could have a slice when you are done?
You: Sure thing! How big of a slice do you want?
Godrick the Grafted: Hmm... Well, I'm pretty hungry at the moment, and I would very much appreciate a slice at least 4 inches tall and 3 inches wide. If such a slice is possible... Heh heh...