Once had a rogue in our band who couldn't keep his hands to his self while we was shoppin' at the Emporium. Ya ain't never heard screaming like that. It stays with ya for a long, long time. I'd keep my hands to me'self if I was you.
Eryll Brokentooth, independent adventurer
Down a partially obscured and shadowy alley just off of Merchant's Court in Agos, lies Ero's Magical Emporium. The entrance is merely a solid oak door, painted a cheery bright blue and that is always ever so slightly shorter than the person who wishes to enter and has a door knocker in the shape of a gargoyle holding a ring in its mouth.
Inside, shadows play along shelves and walls, dancing merrily as if to music only they can hear. Items of all sorts appear to be strewn about at random with weapons mixed with books and devices not easily identified, shelves that look as if they are one piece of paper away from collapsing as they strain to hold up the weight of books and baubles that are crammed on them.
The feeling of magic permeates everything including the air and various magical beings skitter along on business of their own while pixies and other winged creatures flit through the air seemingly at random.
As plaque stands at attention on the front counter that states:
- Thieves beware the Narmgobbler.
- You break it, you bought it. No exceptions!
- Prices are FINAL. Hagglers will be cursed.
- Do not feed ANYTHING in the store. Unless you are a thief.
- There are, in fact, stupid questions. Don't ask them!
Eros is not the most expensive magic items shop in the city, but it is the one chosen by serious adventurers and purveyors of quality magic items.
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