The door opens to the dark, overcast world outside. In walks a small creature, little more than three feet tall, entirely covered in a blue hooded cloak. As the creature enters the warm, well-lit tavern, he casts the hood of his cloak back to reveal the large head of a gnome. He smiles and shivers off the chill from outside.
Throwing his cloak to the side, the gnome puffs his chest out and announces his presence regally, "A fine but potentially wet day to you all! Fimbus Leyron Aukits Macklerey Gimmons the Third, Illusionist Extraoridinaire, at your service!" He bows deeply, his bulbous nose nearly touching the floor, and then stands up with a swish of his cloak.
"My companions and I find ourselves in need of an appraisal. Surely there's someone here with a keen eye for gems?"
OOC: Weather referred from Wik's "The Search for Tomas Quinn", an adventure taking place in Orussus.
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