An old lady

[Gretchen]

In this large hustling and bustling market place the traders shout there wares out yelling over each other in a deafening clash of sounds,
As you walk along you are acosted by a tiny old lady smelling of feliine egesta she grings evily at you before opening the tatered bit of brown cloth she calls a cloak and shows you two weapons she has hidden inside of it,they both appere to be tridents of very high quallity one of them darkened so as not to be seen at night and the other looks quite sinister ,she whispers to you through a toothless grin that she is looking for fine cloaks and necklaces or high quallity clubs to squish things with

she wiggles her bottom and walks off saying send me a mail

[Gretchen]

am really after a black dung trimed in lace atm

[Brocas]

am really after a black dung trimed in lace atm

If you are able to provide this, you might want to consider seeing a wisdom... could be a sign of internal bleeding.

[Gretchen]

shirt *

[Gretchen]

dst gone

[Gretchen]

heron med
dst
t maul
for trade looking for gowns
or lots of grings/sids

[Gretchen]

not in so much need of sids and g rings now still after gowns/dbelt/onyxs

[Gretchen]

t maul
heron great sword
darkened steel trident

still in stock