Smallhands General Exchange
Est. 2026 • Halfling Expert
Smallhands General Exchange
The shop is called Smallhands General Exchange, though its painted sign shows Quiggly Smallhands standing atop a barrel with one hand raised toward a wagon whee...
Shopkeeper
Quiggly Smallhands, a Halfling Expert (Lvl 9)
Keeper's Species
Halfling
Shop Inventory
(25)A practical sling made from waxed hemp and supple hide, suitable for hunters, caravan guards, and anyone who prefers to keep danger at a distance.
A sturdy utility knife with a horn handle and a broad iron blade. The counter displays dozens, each marked with the initials of its maker.
Coarse hemp rope smelling faintly of tar and river mud, sold in tightly wound coils for climbing, hauling, and securing cargo.
A bundled adventurer's pack, assembled beneath a painted sign showing a smiling pack mule beneath a red oak.
Heavy, cold, and scarred from use, these crowbars hang in a neat row beside the barrels of nails and horseshoes.
A compact repair kit for wagons, crates, tents, shutters, and field shelters. The tools carry the scent of oil and fresh-cut ash.
A brass-rimmed lens mounted in a folding wooden frame, sold with a slate for recording weights, measures, and suspected adulteration.
Salted meat, hard biscuit, dried apple, and a pinch of bitter tea wrapped in waxed paper. The bundle is plain, filling, and built to survive a long road.
A thumb-sized clay vial of alchemical lamp oil, sealed with black wax. When lit, it gives off a sharp mineral scent and a pale, unwavering glow.
Useful for grooming, signaling, and peering around corners, each mirror is polished until it catches the shop's lantern light like a cold moon.
Packets of turnip, barley, bean, and bitterroot seeds are stacked in a cedar cabinet. Quiggly claims every packet has been tested against Edgewood's stubborn soil.
Dull iron spikes wrapped in red cloth, favored by teamsters securing cargo and travelers pitching tents on rocky ground.
Quiggly's preferred form for recording shipments and debts, printed in tidy columns by a local scribe.
Cheap pear brandy in a squat brown flask, normally sold to teamsters, night watchmen, and customers who have just received bad news.
A practical household and expedition bundle, packed in cedar that carries the dry, resinous scent of Edgewood's forests.
A tightly stitched burlap sack of clean, pale salt marked with Quiggly's blue wax seal. Favored by hunters, tanners, and caravan cooks.
A heavy sack of sifted wheat flour, double wrapped against damp weather and stamped with the miller's mark.
A broad, reinforced canvas carrying bag with leather loops and a stitched inventory panel for recording contents.
Dense cakes of pressed beans, grain, and dried vegetables, packed in waxed paper for long journeys or emergency stores.
A bundle of sturdy grain sacks made from coarse burlap, each bearing a blank space for a merchant's mark.
A compact brick of pressed washing soda wrapped in paper and twine. Useful for scrubbing cookware, whitening cloth, and cleaning wagon parts.
A roll of thick waxed wrapping paper used by traders to protect food, tools, seed, and other small goods from moisture.
A matched pair of spools wound with tarred hemp twine. The dark coating keeps the fibers from fraying quickly in wet weather.
A wooden crate of plain tallow jars, useful for lamps, cooking, leatherwork, and wagon maintenance.
A lidded crock filled with a dry blend of oats, peas, barley, and dried onion, sold by weight to travelers and households.
Lootable Stash
(6)Where The Take Sits
Security Check
On Failure
Estimated haul
92.29 gp
Counter Cashbox
Quiggly's Pocket Ledger
Caravan Contracts
Foundry Copper Ingots
The Reserve Stock List
Oakleaf Thimble
Quiggly Smallhands
Shop Atmosphere
“The shop is called Smallhands General Exchange, though its painted sign shows Quiggly Smallhands standing atop a barrel with one hand raised toward a wagon wheel. The front room smells of cedar, lamp oil, coffee grounds, and damp wool. Burlap sacks form crooked aisles between shelves crowded with rope, tools, seed packets, dried food, lamp oil, nails, cloth, and sealed jars of ordinary household goods. Brass bells hang above the entrance, and every customer hears their thin chiming mingle with the creak of wagon wheels outside. Quiggly Smallhands is a sharp-eyed halfling merchant and Edgewood's mayor, a level 9 expert who wears a dark green waistcoat, polished boots, and a ring of mismatched keys. He speaks quickly, remembers every debt, and can estimate a crate's contents by lifting one corner. His smile is warm until someone lies about a shipment, at which point his voice drops low enough to make the shelves seem suddenly taller. He keeps a hand crossbow beneath the counter, not because he expects violence, but because he believes every sensible businessperson should be prepared for it. The shop's strangest custom is Quiggly's evening weighing ritual. At sunset, he sets a brass scale beneath the front lantern and weighs one item from every shipment, listening to the balance settle while the town's shadows lengthen across the floor. Locals say he does this to catch dishonest suppliers. Quiggly insists he does it because goods tell the truth when people will not.”
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