Otuo's Wares
A humble curtain blocks the entrance to this shop.
You push past the curtain and are greeted with a jumbled mess of goods piled high on shelves and tables. Toppled-over candles lay beside bars of soap, both of which sit inside a coiled-up whip next to a set of manacles and a bag of flour. There appears to be no rhyme or reason to the placement of merchandise, and you wonder how anyone finds anything they need.
A short, rotund man with his fingers laced in front of him approaches you, a wide smile pasted across his face.
"Greetings, and welcome to my general store! How may I serve you today?"
