The shop is called The Brass Star, named for the five-point brass marker once set into the broad stone step outside, now worn nearly smooth. Inside, the narrow-fronted shop opens into a high-ceilinged chamber crowded with shelves, hanging charms, and stoppered bottles. Blue lantern-glass casts cool light over the counter, while a faint scent of hot wax and cinnamon clings to the air. Every item sits on a labeled square of felt, and a little brass bell rings when someone lifts a display piece. Shessa, a half-elf shopkeeper with close-cropped silver hair and ink-stained fingers, speaks softly and watches customers with steady, practical attention. She knows which wares are genuinely enchanted and which are merely pretty curios, and refuses to sell anything she cannot explain. The shop's modest stock suits a prosperous neighborhood storefront: useful common magic, spellcasting supplies, and reliable basics, but no powerful weapons or high-rarity treasures.