Oasis of the Exotics
Offline
___On the far end of the Galley, a stout man with a large beard fiercely shines a wooden bar. He moves around to the front, and you notice he's quite short, but very round. The great figure hunches over, inspecting a crack, obviously very thorough about the condition of the carved beauty. Coming to the conclusion that it is acceptable, he goes back behind the bar and begins to rummage around. You step up to it, and sit upon a stool. Glasses hang from a rack above him, and bottles of rum and various alcohols decorate the shelves behind him like colourful gems. Scanning his wares, you realize he sells more than just moonshine. Small velvety boxes contain trinkets he'd possibly found in faraway lands. Looking down at the bar you realize it's actually a glass display case, which displays wares he probably stocked up on when the ship was in port. You inquire on whether anything is available for purchase, and he grunts at you, pointing at a small area by a rusted register. A dingy sign reads "For Sale" on the broad wooden tray. You peer at it carefully, wanting to be aware of what you were looking at, and mentally preparing yourself for the pricetag.
Nothing is for sale!
___The gold in your pocket insists that you use it immediately. You don't know whether or not it's because you've caught a temporary shopping bug, or if you actually need something. Alas, it appears that the choice is an easy one to make given the options. You touch the glass in an almost bashful manner, unsure of how to once again initiate conversation with the crass dwarf. The jewels glitter up at you from the soft beds of elegant cloth, and hoping to avoid offending the vendor, you request a bottle of rum.
