The Glimmer Chest
Est. 2026 • Human Rogue
The Glimmer Chest
The shop smells faintly of salt and wax. A chattering gray cat named Glint sleeps on a pile of crates. Sales are done in plain sight but items behind a certain ...
Shopkeeper
Maris Veyne, a Human Rogue (Lvl 7)
Keeper's Species
Human
Shop Inventory
(18)A small glass vial filled with ruby liquid. Common, useful for bruises and quick healing between fights.
A sturdier potion in a corked bottle. Better healing for tougher wounds.
A well-balanced +1 longsword with faint filigree on the hilt. Reliable and true.
A finely strung shortbow with a subtle sheen along the limbs. Provides a modest magical boost.
A dark cloak embroidered with tiny runes. Worn often by couriers and discreet agents.
Soft leather boots with padded soles. They seem to swallow sound.
A well-stitched sack slung from a brass ring. Perfect for adventurers who gather oddments.
A curled parchment in a wax-sealed tube. The ink runs faintly with a shimmer when exposed to moonlight.
A narrow band of hammered silver. Useful for those who need a little extra protection.
A small brass lantern with a glass pane etched in tiny stars. Its flame looks alive but gives a steady, warm light.
A stout travel trunk with brass fittings. On casual inspection it is ordinary; for the right price it hides more than trinkets.
A curious coin sold in small stacks. Looks like currency but glints oddly in lamplight.
An oily, well-creased map dotted with marginalia. Useful to captains and smugglers.
A narrow crimson sash woven with silver thread. Lightweight and comfortable to wear beneath clothing.
A velvet roll of steel tools, each slot labeled in a language of smugglers. Stained in places, expertly crafted.
A tarnished pewter locket that seems heavier than its size warrants. Keeps secrets safe in plain sight.
Everyday supplies for expeditions and odd jobs. The proprietor prefers customers who buy extras.
A seemingly worthless slip that grants entrance to a local fence's back room if the right phrase is spoken.
Maris Veyne
Shop Atmosphere
“The shop smells faintly of salt and wax. A chattering gray cat named Glint sleeps on a pile of crates. Sales are done in plain sight but items behind a certain curtain require a password: 'A closed chest makes no sound'. Maris hums an old smuggler tune when closing the register.”
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