A tiny bell above the door announces your entry, but the gnomish proprietor ignores you and stares through her glass counter at the polished gems and jewelry, which light up her face. Several display cases shine throughout the perfumed shop, glinting amid long racks bearing elegant, expensive-looking outfits. An elderly elven customer silently appraises your attire before turning back to a fashionably-dressed mannequin.

~ Written by Bob World Builder



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