NIGHT

"That one." NIGHT pointed out to the broken shackles. After discovering the Hebishinu's existence, a plan was beginning to form in her mind, and it begged for more of the snake's venom. If only it could reliable settle in her lap from here on out, but the player wasn't wanting to take her chances -- not with fate. And certainly not without her shield in front of her. Even if the paladin did show up to the fight, NIGHT wouldn't want to see the pinkette get devoured again. One retrieval, a payment of a quarter of her pouch money, and NIGHT was off headed, back to civilization.

Item Name: Wayfinder Profession: Artisan Rank: 9 Roll ID: 148262 Roll Result: 11 (10, +1) Item Type: Trinket Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Loot Die III Description: A star-shaped charm made up of various translucent teal-coloured petals, framed with silver and held together with taut strings. At its center is a stylized metal heart, and at one of the petals' ends is a loop tied with a knot, so that the charm is capable of being hung or locked around another object. The item calls back to a foreign myth, representing an unbreakable connection between holders of these charms.

[13/5/20] Wayfinders sure are selling out like crazy...

By the time NIGHT had reached the shop, she was already begging to be relieved from her journey. Had it not been for the bulk of materials requested of her, she wouldn't even have trekked her way here in the first place, opting to shell a plentiful field of enemies to meet her companion's mark. Instead, in utter dissatisfaction, she slunk upon the counter of the merchant. Shield? Familiar name. If only she had the energy to contemplate where it was from. One deposit of col upon the counter -- no, make that two -- and she croaked out her order, desperately wishing to return to society.

Three hauls were lugged into the shop today. NIGHT scratched at her cheek lightly, hoping that the request she was about to make wasn't going to keep the shopkeep up again. "So, uh, these two..." She gestured with a wave over to two dark tinted hempen sacks. "Junk-sale. Hope that's a fair bit of experience once again." The player then turned over to the lighter bag, stuffed full of items, its form misshaped in the worst ways possible. How the cloth continued to hold its contents together was anyone's guess. "Um. Those... are identifications too. ...Is it even getting any easier...? No, ne

[10/5/20] Strange kid. A newbie...? Guess I'll only know when I see 'im again. ...? Wait, am I done? Oh. Oh wow. Looks like I can finally take a break now...!

[9/5/20] Some relief... would be nice.