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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ahayford" data-source="post: 5716908" data-attributes="member: 6680745">The weathered old woman packages up the specialty tea in a smaller twine package, this time rolled in what was probably once a play bill from a troop that had passed through from Sasserine 3 months ago.That will be 1 gold coin son. Tell the Cardinal I'm bringing my grand daughters to the Morkoth for the Flood Festival. I know how much he loves those girls.----------------------------------------------------------------------The elf stumbles backward off his podium and nearly loses his glasses from their precarious perch atop his pointed nose. He struggles to regain his composure. Miss please. Restrain yourself. This is a house of learning. All business must first go through me. What is it, exactly, that you think you need from us?------------------------------------------------------------------------The woman looks around with a bored look on her face.Listen kid, what you see is what we got. I think we have some overstock sheers the seamstresses sent back. A few crates of knives that are mostly headed to Sasserine.She gets a conspiratorial look on her face for a moment and then speaks in a hushed tone.If you're looking for something special...something crafted with care and love, you're not gonna find it here.She writes a name in the soot on the counter top, and then quickly wipes it away when the shift boss walks by.So did you want the sheers or not? she says almost too loudly.The name she wrote on the counter was one word "Gurnexarn"</blockquote>

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