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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazlow" data-source="post: 2407263" data-attributes="member: 24242">The Jam DabblerYou all make your way to the north side of the town center, ensuring that your more, shall we say, 'directionally challenged' companion stays with the group.As you open the door to the alchemist's shop you are assaulted by the delicious scents of baking bread, sweet berries, butter, and honey.  The shop is far from a typical potion emporium.  There are shelves along the walls, and a display case showing off what must be a hundred different jars of jams, jellies, preserves, syrups, and extracts.  In an almost identical case right next to this one are a mouth-watering array of breads, croissants, bagels, muffins, danishes, sticky buns, donuts, gnomish "Lottery Loaves" (each is different, made with whatever's left at the end of each day of all the scraps in the kitchen), and all other manner of baked goods.Flanking the display cases are two small counters over which hang one finely crafted wooden placard each.  One has a barely-recognizable facsimile of a jar of jam and a disproportionate strawberry drawn next to block letters that spell "Jam Dabbler."  The other sign has a well-rendered and immaculately painted loaf of twisted bread, complete with steam rising from it, next to a painted loopy font that reads "Heaven's End Bakery."A very tall (almost four feet high), blonde, gnomish woman in an apron powdered in flour is patiently attending to about a half dozen locals awaiting the morning's fresh goods in front of the "Bakery" counter.  Behind the counter, she's either standing on a raised floor, or she's got legs twice the length of her torso.  She pauses and turns to the party with a wide smile.  When she sees you're adventurers, however, she gives a heavy sigh and shows you the top of her head as she busies herself searching for the Rye baguette a halfling points greedily at and reassures her she can reach.  The baguette is clearly out of her reach (and the halfling's) but she keeps stretching after it nevertheless.At the other counter, a short, pepper-bearded, male gnome with wide ears and enormous eyes is reading a pamphlet, calmly ignoring the small crowd.  He looks up at your party with an expression like he's disinterestedly studying the backs of your heads despite looking each party member in the face.  His moustache twitches once to the right and he sets his book aside.  "You all are obviously looking for the Jam Dabbler," he says matter-of-factly.  "I'm sure you've heard the legends.  Well, praise your respective deities: you've found me."</blockquote>

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