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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lord_Raven88" data-source="post: 3514353" data-attributes="member: 31975">Making your way down the wide pleasant looking streets of Threshold, you soon find yourselves in the upmarket mercantile district of Merchants Avenue, where instead of hawking their goods on tables and trestles as they do in the marketplace, the merchants here have tidy looking shops with colourful signs and banners proclaiming their wares.Looking somewhat out of place from the rest of the well-dressed well-to-do passerby's, your group locates and enters Caldwell's Emporium the self proclaimed Pugnacious Purveyor in Pernicious Paraphernalia. whatever that exactly means.As you enter the small shop a bell jingles pleasantly to announce your presence, strolling down the isles you see an odd collections of what many would called 'old junk' but which the wealthy prefer to call objet d'art. Here and there are serious looking couples ohing and ahing over the strangest of things in hushed whispers. "Can you believe it, it's a genuine 2nd century Thyatian porcelain bed pan, it's even got that authentic smell..."Making you way to the counter you see a well dressed stout man with shrewd-looking eyes who manages to force out an almost genuine smile and who addresses you in a cultured voice "How may I be of assistance gentleman"</blockquote>