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When Marissa and Mekie finally leave the secondhand adventuring goods shop, Aubelle is in the process of hanging up a "closed" sign and can be seen hurrying into the back of the shop, tugging a bit at the suddenly far too tight and constricting fabric over her magical "enhancements". It seems this particular shop will not be doing much business for the next few hours.

After translation, Smiles happily chews on the meat-on-a-stick, although it takes her a few tries before she realizes that the stick is not part of the snack. Still, she does her best, perhaps smiling a bit too much, judging from the wary expressions of the fellow shoppers you encounter.

The Alchemists' shop is located without incident - except perhaps a goosing of the ferret. This perhaps comes as a disappointment to the vigilant Swordsage. No pick-pockets or thugs or waylayers attempt to accost the party. The town guard ignores the "monster" and thief except some uneasy eying to be sure they're not up to no good. The shop is in good repair and has a rather obvious sign outside, written both in Anubian and Southern and there is a big picture of a stylized potion bottle for those who may be illiterate.

Inside the air in the shop has an odd blend of scents - sharp and spicy and sour and sweet and musky with hints of brimstone and sulfur all mixed together. Not the most pleasant smells to the mammalian nose, or the troglodyte either, judging from the way Smiles is wrinkling her nose. Still, the Alchemist behind the counter seems to do good business! Oaso, as the skinny, pale gray desert fox introduces himself as, is well dressed and his shop is quite well stocked with all sorts of potions and ingredients and spell components. It seems Oaso also sells components for the magically inclined. "How can I help you...fine...uhhh...adventurers?" He murrs, his tone friendly and helpful, despite the dubious glances he gives Smiles.