For lastvoyages: Third Scroll: [Video+Spam]
[Hannibal is smiling, relaxed, expression as contented as a cat in the sun. He's a well known local wizard-for-hire and apothecary specializing, with his wife, in cures and all sorts of domestic charms. Rumor has it that he was once the nastiest of wizards, but Something Happened, possibly having to do with the aforementioned wife and his young apprentice. He has, to all appearances, Settled Down, and it seems to have done him good.]
Good morning, my friends! The Miracle Emporium is now open for business for the weekend. [He gestures gracefully to the shelves of bottles, bags, books, scrolls and odd mystical-looking items packing the wall behind him.] We are the premier suppliers of magical supplies, curatives and charms in the kingdom. Prices are fair, everything is genuine and hand-conjured, and the tea is excellent.
[He moves over to a bank of small cages with glowing points of light inside.] Right now we're having a sale on will-o-the-wisp lanterns, hand raised and very docile. I have an excellent dragon-scale shield, guaranteed fireproof, I have a three-generation-used willow healer's wand...and three drams of Philter of Mild Affection on special. We are located at the end of Merchant's Road, near the wishing-well. Do come by and have a look!
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Humming a Medieval plein chant, Hannibal puts a cauldron of tea on, throws a fistful of customer-attracting herb mix into the fire beneath it, and then wanders about sweeping, waiting for the first to arrive.
Good morning, my friends! The Miracle Emporium is now open for business for the weekend. [He gestures gracefully to the shelves of bottles, bags, books, scrolls and odd mystical-looking items packing the wall behind him.] We are the premier suppliers of magical supplies, curatives and charms in the kingdom. Prices are fair, everything is genuine and hand-conjured, and the tea is excellent.
[He moves over to a bank of small cages with glowing points of light inside.] Right now we're having a sale on will-o-the-wisp lanterns, hand raised and very docile. I have an excellent dragon-scale shield, guaranteed fireproof, I have a three-generation-used willow healer's wand...and three drams of Philter of Mild Affection on special. We are located at the end of Merchant's Road, near the wishing-well. Do come by and have a look!
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Humming a Medieval plein chant, Hannibal puts a cauldron of tea on, throws a fistful of customer-attracting herb mix into the fire beneath it, and then wanders about sweeping, waiting for the first to arrive.