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Message: <blockquote data-quote="airwalkrr" data-source="post: 4524297" data-attributes="member: 12460">The rest of the group enters the shop to see Floch shaking hands with a dwarf. Meanwhile, a disgruntled gnome of peculiarly tall height stands behind a counter, his arms crossed. Floch can see his companions are accompanied by a pair of half-elves. Both carry longswords in sheaths attached to their belts and wear leather armor. One is blonde with leather breeches and a white jerkin. The other is brown-haired with a green tunic and brown trousers. They both meander along to the back as though they wish to observe.This storefront smells of wood and pipe smoke. Two padded chairs flank a hearth containing a small yet lively fire. The fireplace's carved mantle bears a tinderbox, a small vase of dried smoking leaves, and a finely wrought collection of pipes. A burgundy strip of carpet leads from the entrance to the wall across from it, where dozens--perhaps hundreds--of keys hang from tiny hooks. The keys come in all shapes and sizes. A handsomely engraved mahogany counter stretches along one wall. Behind it hangs a red curtain that neatly hides the rest of the store."Wonderful," the tall gnome says with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "more folks come to complain about my locks? Thirty years and now everyone decides to wander in with a complaint today."</blockquote>