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Sightings of the pin-striped marketeer discreetly passing through Wynn headline the local papers! Perhaps it is not so discreet after all.
A light layer of fog settled onto the smooth, cool stones of the cobbled road in the city. The rising sun could just barely be seen protruding...
It appears that the Forge's smith has changed her name! Inconceivable.
Bump bee bump!
Bump ba' dump!
[IMG] Hullo, my name is Erin and I am the proud proprietor of the Forge: a shop here in Wynn. In recent tidings, I found that pursuing...
Rushing around the grounds of the shop, the merchant quickly makes her way across the wood-paneled floor as she accomodated each inquiring...
With a hollow, though unstartling, grate, the heavily-aged and ornately carved doors of the Forge were pushed open, and the warm glow of its...
The joyous chime of the shop's bell rung as an adventurer clad in white stepped in, their footsteps across the solid wood-paneling earning...
Stopping to attend to an adventurer stood beside a shelf, the merchant walked over, but as an inquiry fell off of the lips of the visitor, a frown...
Letting out a light laugh to a joke told by one individual lounging in the Forge's plush-chair gallery, the goggled marketeer gave the adventurer...
Erin leaned against the shop's log-cut counter, chin resting against a palm as she watched the glowing flicker of torch flames lick the air...
Walking across the shop to attend to another store guest, a smile edged onto the merchant's lips as she approached the Pug-ish adventurer....
The merchant stretched, beat through exhaustion of attending to Forge customers as she sat herself down on one of the shop's cozy chairs resting...
Seeing the bustle of visitors step into the welcoming air of the shop, the merchant chuckled and her gray eyes laughed. Moving to rest her hands...
