Jane opened the wooden door to the shop a small brass bell tinkling as she stepped in to find a veritable labyrinth of junk, or "antiques" and "curios" as some would call it. She pulled back her furred hood and attempted to navigate her way through the store, hoping to find the owner somewhere around here. The place wasn't that big, really, it was just all the crap lying about which made it difficult to maneuver through. Over there were piles of plates: tin, wooden and chipped and fractured china, over here stacks of old and musty books, most made illegible by grime and age. After passing the shelf full of scrolls and the barrel stuffed with broken farming implements for the third time, the brunette finally admitted to herself that she was lost.
She stood still for a moment, trying to get a sense of her location, listening to the silence...
And then she heard something: Footsteps against the stone floor! She slowly followed her keen ears as they led her past towers of trash and piles of worthless minutiae until she finally found an aged wolf sitting at a wooden counter. His fur looked gray and somewhat mangy, his muzzle scared by old wounds, the most prominent of which led up to his left eye which was covered by a black, worn eye patch. The rest of his wardrobe was mundane in comparison: He wore a dusty looking black vest over a somewhat frilly, yet dirt-stained white shirt, and black pants with gold embroidery, as well as several stitch marks and mismatched patches covering tears and holes. It seemed to Jane that the store's owner was about as old and battered as half of his wares on display were.
The wolf seemed almost surprised to see a customer in his shop, eyes... or eye rather, widening as he held his head in a grimy paw and smiled, "Why hello there... young lady... hehe, what might you be buying today, hmmmm?"
"I never said I was looking to buy anything..." She said sternly, "I assume you're the owner then? Marcus?"
His smile widened as he nodded quite vigorously, "Yes, that is me! And if you are not here to buy, then..." He paused slightly, glancing at certain parts of Jane's body, "Then, hehe, what might a woman such as yourself being doing in my fine business...?"
The rogue groaned, then threw a small purse of cold onto the counter, sending it skidding towards the lecherous old creature, "You can have those if you shut your gods damned mouth you stinking old mutt. Now, I need to know if you have anything in this junk pit relevant to my interests..."
"Alright, alright! No need to get angry! Can't blame me you know!" He said as his pulled open the sack of coin and thumbed around with the pieces within, "Oooh... well, uhhh, what might your interests be lass?"
"I need to know if you have any information on... or better yet, any artifacts relating to the Sitharli..."
Marcus picked up one of the gold coins and bit into it, looking closely at its surface as he said, "The who....? Oh! That... urrhhm... what was it, Lipomancer fellow?! Well, you see... hehe...."
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