NIGHT

Let's put that theory to the test. NIGHT rested four smaller sacks full of items down onto the counter. She'd been careful to separate these when she could, now that she had less to go through. Better that her constant item identifications didn't urge the shop's counter to break under the wear of all her unidentifieds' weights. "Consumables," she clarified, shoving a laugh back down her throat after picking up the col received from her previous junk sale. "You seem pretty well rested-- er -- that's good." It had only, only just occurred to NIGHT after so long, being a patron at Pando

"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.