[right][h2]Olo the Halfling[/h2][/right]

[color=gray]The woman chuckled. [b]"I am something of an adventurer,"[/b] she began. [b]"But the Inventory comes to me in a less...traditional way."[/b] The changeling stepped back, revealing even more shelves of oddities. Jars of eyes and claws and feathers, clinking gadgets without a clear use, and preserved plants of various toxin levels crowded together in the soft light of the shop.

[b]"All of these things come to me,"[/b] she explained. [b]"They appear here, sometimes on their own and sometimes along with a visitor. But always with a story."[/b] The magic of the place sparkled in the woman's voice, a fondness for her craft. [b]"In fact, this one just appeared today."[/b]

The woman turned and plucked a cloudy potion jar from the shelf and set it down unceremoniously in front of the halfling. There was a spot of clarity where one of her fingers had touched the glass, but the rest of the contents remained shadowed. [b]"I haven't looked inside yet,"[/b] the woman said. [b]"Would you like to do the honors?"[/b][/color]