“Mira's Wayfarer General is set on a crooked lane near the market square. Shelves crowd the space from floor to ceiling and a bell over the door rings with a small bronze chime. The air smells of tar, dried herbs, and heated metal from an iron brazier in the corner. Behind the counter stands Mira Tallow, a weathered human in a patched linen vest and stained apron. Mira runs the shop with surprising efficiency; she remembers faces, owes small favors to the town watch, and keeps a ledger with a scrap of pressed wheat for a bookmark. She haggles gently, offers credit to known travelers, and will trade common provisions for local goods or odd jobs. Mira's quirk is that she hums an off-key sea shanty whenever a sale goes through, and she tucks a small coin token into a chest marked 'Good Luck' for customers who look particularly beleaguered.”