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[Twinwolf]

Go check Orima's shop, repeat question.

As she entered, the first thing she'd notice was the smell that pierced her nostrils;

Investigate smell: be quiet.

[PrivateNomad]

((sorry, thing posted before i could finish.))
As she entered, the first thing she'd notice was the smell that pierced her nostrils; dank and acidic, like old magic being brewed. The second thing she saw was the gypsy-feel of the interior of the building; gold and purple rugs, hanging lamps, and melted candles adorned the shop. Finally, she saw Orima; the old Fingerling lady with white fur who wore gypsy robes.
  "Hmm... yer' a pixie," she notes, her ragged voice apparent.
Jenko nods and takes it in hand.
 "Hmm... a fairly common material, but the fur is nice. I'd say a gold piece."

[Twinwolf]

((sorry, thing posted before i could finish.))
As she entered, the first thing she'd notice was the smell that pierced her nostrils; dank and acidic, like old magic being brewed. The second thing she saw was the gypsy-feel of the interior of the building; gold and purple rugs, hanging lamps, and melted candles adorned the shop. Finally, she saw Orima; the old Fingerling lady with white fur who wore gypsy robes.
  "Hmm... yer' a pixie," she notes, her ragged voice apparent.
Jenko nods and takes it in hand.
 "Hmm... a fairly common material, but the fur is nice. I'd say a gold piece."

"Is that a problem?"

[PrivateNomad]

 "Only if ya' not letting me have some pixie dust."

[Twinwolf]

"Only if ya' not letting me have some pixie dust."

She facepalmed. Alchemists always asked this. "Fine..." she took out a pouch from her pocket- this was asked enough that she has some pre-prepared- and put it on the counter. "Is that good?"

[PrivateNomad]

She gives a grin and stores the pouch under the desk.
 "What can I get ya', sweetie?"

[Twinwolf]

She gives a grin and stores the pouch under the desk.
 "What can I get ya', sweetie?"

"Do you have any healing potions or herbs? As in, something that would help heal wounds fast enough to make a difference in a fight."

[PrivateNomad]

 "Of course. I'll give ya' one for free, for the dust."

[Twinwolf]

"Of course. I'll give ya' one for free, for the dust."

"Thank you, then. How much would a second cost?".

[PrivateNomad]

 "10 gold. Stuff's not cheap."

[Twinwolf]

"10 gold. Stuff's not cheap."

"It's fine. I'll take it." Dia retrieves 10 gold from her pocket and puts it on the counter, and then takes the 2 items. (The one she paid for, and the one she got for the dust)

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((sorry, thing posted before i could finish.))
As she entered, the first thing she'd notice was the smell that pierced her nostrils; dank and acidic, like old magic being brewed. The second thing she saw was the gypsy-feel of the interior of the building; gold and purple rugs, hanging lamps, and melted candles adorned the shop. Finally, she saw Orima; the old Fingerling lady with white fur who wore gypsy robes.
  "Hmm... yer' a pixie," she notes, her ragged voice apparent.
Jenko nods and takes it in hand.
 "Hmm... a fairly common material, but the fur is nice. I'd say a gold piece."

"And if I gave you the treated pelt and the fur separately?"

[PrivateNomad]

 "Farewell."
Dia has received two Healing Potions! They heal 20% of the user's max HP when drank. When drank, they give Potion Sickness which reduces the effectiveness of future potions by 10%.
"Five silver each."

[Sanure]

Kyomi comes to, "Uuhhhh, what happened?"

[kj1225]

"Well, I think you passed out like a little girl."