| Quarion Holimion, Elven Druid
Quarion frowns, looking down his nose at the bumbling gnome. He whispers, "They certainly have lengthy names in this city." Quarion looks around the store for a moment and then shakes his head. He seems to remember something, and the corners of his mouth turn up a bit. "I think we shall pass on the map for now. Your brother sounds like he knows Fallon well, but we are not looking for a tour of the city. Rather we would like to be directed to a specific location. The store 'Natural Remedies', to be precise. Would that cost us... money?" Quarion's voice turns up on that last word, doubtful that the answer will be yes, but willing to accept this awkward gnome's terms if it gets the party to their employer.
OOC: A map would be nice, but a map we can't read is no good. =P | 
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