“Gravelight Gemworks sits on a narrow lane of the market. The shopfront is a latticed window that refracts morning light into kaleidoscopes across the cobbles. Inside, cushions and velvets in deep teal and amber create warm islands beneath cases of polished glass. The air carries the faint tang of oil and stone dust and a hint of citrus from a perfumed burner. The owner, Miren Vale, is a human artificer at level 6 who apprenticed under a guild master jeweler. Miren wears wire-rimmed spectacles and a vest full of pockets, each labeled in a neat hand. She speaks softly but confidently, knows the provenance of many stones she sells, and will happily demonstrate the cut of a gem or the subtle effect of a charm. Miren keeps a ledger of bannable clients; she offers appraisals for a modest fee and will barter for rare ore or trustworthy favors. She dislikes haggling that turns rude and often slips a small polished bead or a scratch-polished opal to traveling musicians for a song in exchange for a discount.”