The thin man perked up at the sound of another voice, suddenly very animated and full of energy. He studied the fighter before him with unfeigned interest, trying to gauge what he was made of. Apparently satisfied, the clerk threw his arms out wide and greeted the monk:

"Welcome to the Red Wizard Enclave of Telflamm, the greatest place in the eastern realms for all your magical and knowledge needs!", seemingly ignoring the man's query. "You will find we have everything you need provided you have the coin to pay for it," he finished with a far more pleasant tone of voice. Bowing curtly before the monk, as if apologizing for his ignorance, the clerk continued:

"The scrolls you may hand over to me, and I will be happy to appraise them for you. If you sell the scrolls to us, the appraisal is free of charge!" he exclaimed with glee. Meriv was an odd clerk after all, as excited about a minor magic missiles scroll as he was about the most powerful of self written scrolls. "As for your other query, you need only to mention what it is you seek information about, and I will be happy to make an appointment with an authority on the matter. As with most things in life, the time of of such authorities is very valuable, you understand. Making an appointment will cost you in proportion to the quality of information and the time you would like to receive, as is customary." The man paced around the room, very excited about the probabiblity of making some sales and purchases. "I also invite you to check our vast array of items for sale! Surely you will not be disappointed!" he cried out, and with a sudden drop in volume, added " of course, if you try so steal anything, you will find that the authorities will be the least of your problems, my good sir."

The man stopped mid-stride and gasped, as if remembering something:

"Ah, where are my manners!? I am Meriv, the proprietor of this fine establishment."