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<blockquote data-quote="James Gasik" data-source="post: 8702324" data-attributes="member: 6877472">You follow the directions given to you, finding yourself in an odd, seemingly forgotten corner of the trade district.&nbsp; The buildings are solidly built, but seem a little dusty, and there is little foot traffic.&nbsp; A man sits, perched on an old crate, his hat brim covering his eyes as he takes an early afternoon nap, and he only barely seems to notice your passing.There it is, a simple, nondescript shop.&nbsp; It has no name, and the wooden sign hanging above the door simply has a carving showing a mortar and pestle.&nbsp; You enter, and a small bell attached to the door rings, announcing your arrival.The scent of strange herbs tickles your nose as you look around the apothecary's shop.&nbsp; You hear a young sounding voice from the back, stating that they will be right with you.What you first mistook for a small girl comes out from the back of the shop.&nbsp; She carefully moves a crate behind the counter, then stands on it, when you realize she's no child at all, but a Halfling.&nbsp; Though her features are still youthful,&nbsp; you can see a touch of grey in her hair.&nbsp; She puts on a pair of spectacles a little too large for her face and smiles.&nbsp; &quot;Well, as I live and breathe, custom!&nbsp; How can I be of service to you?&quot;You explain that you heard that your sources told you that this shop deals in...exotic goods as well as medicines.&nbsp; The shopkeeper smiles at you.&nbsp; &quot;It's true, though you can understand why I don't advertise.&quot;You remark that you weren't expecting her to be a Halfling, and she just smiles.&nbsp; &quot;Oh because other races have a monopoly on Wizardry, I suppose?&quot;You quickly backpedal, hoping you hadn't offended her, but she laughs.&nbsp; &quot;No one expects a Halfling to be anything other than a farmer or perhaps a knight of the cross-trade, my boy.&nbsp; And that's just fine by me.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="James Gasik, post: 8702324, member: 6877472"] [I]You follow the directions given to you, finding yourself in an odd, seemingly forgotten corner of the trade district. The buildings are solidly built, but seem a little dusty, and there is little foot traffic. A man sits, perched on an old crate, his hat brim covering his eyes as he takes an early afternoon nap, and he only barely seems to notice your passing. There it is, a simple, nondescript shop. It has no name, and the wooden sign hanging above the door simply has a carving showing a mortar and pestle. You enter, and a small bell attached to the door rings, announcing your arrival. The scent of strange herbs tickles your nose as you look around the apothecary's shop. You hear a young sounding voice from the back, stating that they will be right with you. What you first mistook for a small girl comes out from the back of the shop. She carefully moves a crate behind the counter, then stands on it, when you realize she's no child at all, but a Halfling. Though her features are still youthful, you can see a touch of grey in her hair. She puts on a pair of spectacles a little too large for her face and smiles. "Well, as I live and breathe, custom! How can I be of service to you?" You explain that you heard that your sources told you that this shop deals in...exotic goods as well as medicines. The shopkeeper smiles at you. "It's true, though you can understand why I don't advertise." You remark that you weren't expecting her to be a Halfling, and she just smiles. "Oh because other races have a monopoly on Wizardry, I suppose?" You quickly backpedal, hoping you hadn't offended her, but she laughs. "No one expects a Halfling to be anything other than a farmer or perhaps a knight of the cross-trade, my boy. And that's just fine by me."[/I] [/QUOTE]

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