[IC] Chapter 2-1: Falter and Scream

[DM Surranó]

The shopkeeper stretches her fingers lazily and lets the scroll pass the three-foot distance from Toot's hand to her own. She looks up the list and raises a golden eyebrow.
"Should be no problem, apart from the belt. Should it be your size, I suppose? Let me look this up... Yes, here it is. Custom made of pure spidersilk by the svirfneblin. I have no idea where you can get that masterwork staff from, though. It would be unusual in a large size as well. Why not give the court armoury a try?"

OOC - this is the magic trinkets shop. Magical stuff, sure. Masterwork stuff, nope.