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There's a merchant of some sort in the Nexus, setting up a table of fine jewelry and beautiful knives. There's a few swords, kept slightly back- those he'd only ever sell to someone he finds worthy.
He's plain, middling height, and his tunic and leggings are burn-marked, scarred leather. He does look strong, but where his muscles might be a little forbidding, his friendly, open face is exactly the opposite.
He finishes setting up his wares and sits behind the table, smiling. "Would anyone like to purchase the best mage-made metalware in the world?"
((Stuff is LOL-free, although some of it does have odd effects. He'll happily explain any of them to whoever asks, though. And trying to steal it will end badly.))
He's plain, middling height, and his tunic and leggings are burn-marked, scarred leather. He does look strong, but where his muscles might be a little forbidding, his friendly, open face is exactly the opposite.
He finishes setting up his wares and sits behind the table, smiling. "Would anyone like to purchase the best mage-made metalware in the world?"
((Stuff is LOL-free, although some of it does have odd effects. He'll happily explain any of them to whoever asks, though. And trying to steal it will end badly.))