Arnir, browsing around the town reveals that you can find pretty much anything that you are looking for. There are many spell casters in town that can fabricate items, scribe scrolls, sell new spell books or brew potions for a price. However, you do learn that the most impressive craftsmen and spell casters are at the Lyceum.
When evening falls, Lars and anyone who follows him, heads out to find the shop called Tattoomancy. Just as the rumours said, you locate the store what you thought was a vacant storefront when you passed by earlier in the day. Tonight however, the windows are cluttered with hundreds of candles and thick red tapestry sign hangs down over the door. When you step inside, the heady scent of incense fills your nostrils and the warmth of the candles and various braziers is welcome from the cold drizzly evening.
The shop is dominated by a number of desks and workbenches that line the walls. Robed men and women of various races work in these areas: sketching or painting creative designs, mixing liquids, grinding ingredients with mortar and pestles or scribing into thick leather-bound books. Dried herbs hang from the ceiling and chunks of brightly coloured pigments are carefully arranged in glass-fronted apothecary-style drawers.
The proprietor, a tall elven woman with skin like ebony comes forward to greet you. She wears a long black cloak that seems to give off a great deal of shadows which obfuscate her form. You catch a glimpse of her slender hands and her close-cut jagged black hair. Pink pupils stare at you through the shadows and her broad white smile precedes her heavily accented words: “Good evening. Welcome to Tatoomancy. Have you come in search of a permanent magical enhancement to your body?”
