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Nyx:
"Seven silver," the elf replies. "An extra fifty copper for the fitting, though."
He waves his hand, silently calling the armor off the mannequin into his hands.
"Take it to the back," he says. "Kireen will help you get it to fit and rung up."

Willow:
The man thinks for a moment.
"Yes, I think I do," he says.
He shuffles over to the southern wall and looks around at the liquids until finally using a bit of magic to call one down to him.
"Smedar," he says. "Potent, fast-acting, and can be mixed with water. Dangerous to the user, too, though."
He offers you the bottle.
"One silver for this size. Five for a gourd of it."

Sand-Claw:
Mella grows quiet again, perhaps contemplating this.

Willow "What exactly do you mean by 'to the user? Would that matter if I do not actually touch it?" as she spoke she began unfolding some of the excess material from her home made sheath. "Also I think a gourd of it will be perfect, a little unusual to have such a container in a place like this? I take it you have some big orders?" she did not really know why she was talking to this man so openly, perhaps it was the odd homely feeling the store gave her, it did remind her faintly of her fathers old 'office'.

Nyx:
When you get to the back, the woman he mentioned is sorting boxes of assorted items. She does not notice you approaching.

Willow:
"Meaning, you could die if you touch it," he says. "So if you never touch it, no, it won't matter. A gourd is unusual in these parts, but many like them for transporting such substances. Yes, large orders are quite common in my store. I'm actually one of the most prolific vendors on the island!"

Layla:
"No..." Xiao says, slowing down. "But I could make one up as I go!"

I cough lightly to get her attention before I speak up. "I was wondering if I could get this fitted more comfortably."

I go into the changing room and change into the armor. After I'm done, I walk out without the mask for the time being.

Nyx:
When you come out, she looks you over.
"Oh, yes, this must be fixed," she mutters.
She immediately starts moving her hands, using wordless magic to slowly modify the armor. After about two minutes, it fits snugly but not too much so.
"How's that?" she asks.

Willow:
He hands you the gourds and takes the ten silver coins. He bows slightly before going to his box of coins and putting them away.
"Come again," he says.
Lyriana thinks for a moment.
"No, I think I'm good," she says. "Ready to head back to the others?"

I test it out. "It's fine. Now how about the mask?" I put it on as well.