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Artanis, Cal, Cross, Elsa, Merrick, Mira, Pyros and Yasir: Toad’s Toe
The Warrior and the Bard lead on, arm in arm, towards the shop. Traveling Southwest along The Loop, the group again notes the ever-present distance the townsfolk keep from them. Nobody makes eye contact, though several people steal glances here and there. They pass John’s shop and the Silver scale just before turning down the next side street. The buildings nearby quickly drop in quality, and the old scars of what appears to be several swordfights decorating the side walls of the structures. While there are several people about in the mid-afternoon, many of them decide that now is the time to be indoors or elsewhere… apparently a large diverse party of heavily armed Humans, Elves and ‘children’ is not the norm even here.
Once the group reaches the intersection colloquially known as Five Points”, Mira leads them straight West towards the wall. This block is almost completely uninhabited, and there is an open area near the wall itself about midway between two of the ramparts on its 15’ height.
The door to the shop proves to be unlocked, so the group heads inside. The room is about 10’ wide, and just as deep, but the counter separates the far side. An old oaken door set in the center of the back wall stands partially open, and all manner of odd smells and bubbling sounds come from beyond, along with a faint lamplight. The front counter divides the room in two and is probably 4’high but stretches the full width of the room with no visible way to cross beyond into the back. Rows of narrow shelving adorn the back wall with dozens of books, nick-nacks, vials, scrolls, obvious spell components, mushrooms, small stone statues, lichens clinging to stones and who knows what else.
Rautant, old man with wispy white hair and a silvery beard, stands writing something behind the counter. The top of his head is mostly bald and scattered with small tan spots and tiny purple veins here-and there. His eyes, one blue-violet and the other milky-white, regard them as he looks up. A smile crosses his face at the sight of Mira, and the others as they crowd into the small area in front of the counter. He gives Yasir an appraising look, but speaks to them all.
Welcome back. If this is a robbery you should know that I carry less than five silver pieces in loose change… he jests. Merrick trails the group and the old man looks beyond to him.
Ah, there you are. Serath said you might be by for our arrangement. He stoops behind the counter and produces a small cloth sack which he sets on the counter.
I’ll get what I need from him later. Turning back to the group
Well, well. What brings you all to my ramshackle shop this fine eve? Some light reading perhaps? he asks with a spark in his good eye.
Pyros’ eyes immediately go to the counter where he finds A grey, knobbly-Toad statue resting.
[Time is 3:30 pm]
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[OOC: The front of the shop is large enough to accommodate the party (so long as they’re friendly) but that is about the limit. There is space between the wall and the shop if Artanis wants to practice dual-wielding longswords. With practically nobody around it won’t attract much attention if any.
A Gnome, Kender and a Halfling walk into a magic shop… gotta be a joke there somewhere
The party is pretty diverse. Bard, Warrior, Cleric, Thief, Ranger/Druid, Mage, Illustionist/Rogue… not to mention the races: Silvanesti Elf and half-elf, Forgotten Realms Half-elf, Gnome, Kender, Halfling and a couple humans… all we need now is a Dwarf Paladin
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