The Gloam & Ledger
Est. 2025 • Human Warlock
The Gloam & Ledger
The shop is always a few degrees colder than the street outside. Bells over the door tinkle like distant sobs. Shelves sometimes shift an inch overnight; items ...
Shopkeeper
Esmerin Voss, a Human Warlock (Lvl 7)
Keeper's Species
Human
Shop Inventory
(21)A well-kept, balanced dagger with a darkened pommel. Plain but reliable.
A sleek dagger carved from an unusually dark bone with a feather-patterned hilt. It hums faintly when danger is near.
Sturdy hemp rope, faintly dusted with a powder that smells faintly of lavender and rain.
Dried meats, hard bread, and a slab of cheese wrapped in wax: long shelf life and oddly comforting.
Simple wooden torches. Burn the normal length but emit a faint cold draft when lit here.
A worn tinderbox still full of flint and charcloth. The striker is etched with small runes.
A plain leather waterskin. Keeps water fresh but sometimes emits a faint echo when tapped.
A compact set of picks, files, and pliers kept in a velvet-lined roll.
A brass lantern whose flame is a cold blue. It reveals shapes other lanterns do not.
A hand mirror whose surface fogs like breath. When you peer, it shows a single possible near-future moment.
A corked jar with a tiny dancing mote of pale light inside. It serves as a lantern with personality.
A tarnished coin with a tiny skull on one side that murmurs secrets when turned over.
A little carved bone amulet with a looping knot motif. Cold to the touch.
A slender wax candle that burns indefinitely with a cold, greenish flame.
A rolled parchment that holds the hush of an impossible winter night. One-time use: cast silence as a 2nd-level spell when read.
A folded map of the nearby hamlets and lanes where folk say the wind speaks names at night. Includes marginal notes about safe alleys and a few cryptic warnings.
A sprig of gray-green herb used in poultices or as a spell component. Smells faintly of iron and old paper.
A small vial of red liquid. Heals minor wounds when consumed.
A larger vial of rosy liquid. Suitable for deeper wounds.
A thin, shadow-dark cloak that seems to drink candlelight. Soft voices can be heard from its folds at midnight.
A heavy hooded shroud woven from threads that absorb light. Wearing it feels like stepping into an empty corridor.
Esmerin Voss
Shop Atmosphere
“The shop is always a few degrees colder than the street outside. Bells over the door tinkle like distant sobs. Shelves sometimes shift an inch overnight; items rearranged are considered an unspoken recommendation by Esmerin. She prefers trading for information or secrets as much as coin—rare discounts are offered to customers who divulge useful gossip. At midnight a small paper ledger is placed on the counter; anyone who signs it in ink eats a single whispered truth from Esmerin's memory.”
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