Thatch's Sundries
Est. 2025 • Human Retired Ranger
Thatch's Sundries
Thatch's Sundries is a low-slung shop of warm light and chipped shelves that sits at the corner of the market square. Baskets of nails, coils of rope, and jars ...
Shopkeeper
Merrin Thatch, a Human Retired Ranger (Lvl 3)
Keeper's Species
Human
Shop Inventory
(22)A sturdy canvas-and-leather backpack for carrying gear and bedrolls. Common adventuring staple.
A warm bedroll; useful for camping and keeping out of the cold.
Coiled hemp rope, the adventurer's lifeline. Reliable and common.
Salted meat, hardtack, dried fruit. One day's food for a traveler.
A tinderbox with flint and steel; used to light torches and campfires.
A wax-and-wood torch. Cheap light source and last-ditch improvised weapon.
A worn leather waterskin. Keeps water fresh for a day's travel.
Twenty fletched arrows, good for practice or an adventuring day.
A leather pouch of bandages and salves used to staunch bleeding and stabilize the dying.
A hooded lantern for controlled light while traveling or in camp.
A small glass flask of lamp oil.
A small iron pellet that produces choking smoke when shattered; useful for escapes or distractions.
A chilly, glass vial of alchemical oil. The cold bite is mild but effective against small groups and beasts.
A tidy map sold by the shop showing local paths, the river ford, and a few likely bandit hides.
Simple leather armor; light and quiet. Good for rogues and scouts.
A simple wooden-and-iron shield, rimed and scuffed by use.
A well-balanced longsword with a slightly nicked blade. Reliable for melee combat.
A nimble shortsword with a worn leather grip.
A sharp throwing dagger, balanced for both melee and throwing.
A shortbow of good make. Comes with the option to buy arrows separately.
A common vial of red potion that mends wounds. The shop keeps a small stock for passing adventurers.
A bitter, medicinal draught carried to counter common venoms and toxins.
Merrin Thatch
Shop Atmosphere
“Thatch's Sundries is a low-slung shop of warm light and chipped shelves that sits at the corner of the market square. Baskets of nails, coils of rope, and jars of unknown preserve line the walls; a sleepy cat called Porridge runs the counter's highest shelf. The owner, Merrin Thatch, is a middle-aged human with a posture of someone who used to travel more than he does now. He wears a faded green coat, a scar along his left eyebrow, and a habit of polishing the same brass scale whenever conversation lulls. Merrin is chatty when a coin changes hands and can offer directions, gossip, and the occasional tip about where wolves have been seen. He grudgingly gives discounts to travelers who smell of real hardship and keeps a small ledger of names who owe him favors.”
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