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<blockquote data-quote="Insight" data-source="post: 3766404" data-attributes="member: 11437">[sblock=Group 1]Isphet, Droban, and Avardis walk across Majoor to the bazaar.&nbsp; Along the way, the heroes pass what is known as a healers' stand, where dozens of the sick (or possibly accursed) lay dying.&nbsp; A few priests tend to the infirmed, with little hope of easing their pain.It isn't too long before the marketplace appears.&nbsp; The Majoor bazaar is rife with activity, merchants shouting entreats to visitors and potential customers, people haggling, goods shifting back and forth, guards watching all the action unfold.Isphet, Droban, and Avardis don't have too much trouble finding T'Shara.&nbsp; An older woman of Ashadi decent, T'Shara's skin is weathered and leathery from far too many summers spent in the dead heat and blasting wind Majoor generously supplies in vast surplus.&nbsp; T'Shara shouts in a gravely voice, &quot;Leather goods... get your leather goods.&nbsp; I have scabbards, waterskins... you need waterskins if you wish to survive a day in the desert... six are better than four.... I also have, just in... a few saddlebags crafted by the finest leatherworkers in Shal Anon.&quot;Spotting the heroes watching her, T'Shara adjusts.&nbsp; &quot;My friends... interested in my wares?&nbsp; I'm certain I've something you desperately need.&quot;A blind beggar next to T'Shara's stand shakes his panhandler's can, rattling a few coins within.&nbsp; &quot;Alms for a poor priest who's lost his sight?&quot;T'Shara barks at the beggar, &quot;Whimpering dog.&nbsp; No one's listening to you, beggar!&quot;[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Insight, post: 3766404, member: 11437"] [sblock=Group 1] Isphet, Droban, and Avardis walk across Majoor to the bazaar. Along the way, the heroes pass what is known as a healers' stand, where dozens of the sick (or possibly accursed) lay dying. A few priests tend to the infirmed, with little hope of easing their pain. It isn't too long before the marketplace appears. The Majoor bazaar is rife with activity, merchants shouting entreats to visitors and potential customers, people haggling, goods shifting back and forth, guards watching all the action unfold. Isphet, Droban, and Avardis don't have too much trouble finding T'Shara. An older woman of Ashadi decent, T'Shara's skin is weathered and leathery from far too many summers spent in the dead heat and blasting wind Majoor generously supplies in vast surplus. T'Shara shouts in a gravely voice, [color=seagreen]"Leather goods... get your leather goods. I have scabbards, waterskins... you need waterskins if you wish to survive a day in the desert... six are better than four.... I also have, just in... a few saddlebags crafted by the finest leatherworkers in Shal Anon."[/color] Spotting the heroes watching her, T'Shara adjusts. [color=seagreen]"My friends... interested in my wares? I'm certain I've something you desperately need."[/color] A blind beggar next to T'Shara's stand shakes his panhandler's can, rattling a few coins within. [color=royalblue]"Alms for a poor priest who's lost his sight?"[/color] T'Shara barks at the beggar, [color=seagreen]"Whimpering dog. No one's listening to you, beggar!"[/color] [/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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