The Chronicles of Zaor Dreharice

Part 2: The False Siren

                As I left sight of Southwold I had felt the weight of my sadness dragging upon me. When I entered the small town of Palperroth I found a quaint little shop called The False Siren. I entered the shop I was immediately bombarded with aromas ranging from exotic Grassblade Lepiota to pungent Ogrili Leaf. The shop was bigger on the inside and had various herbs, wands, alchemical ingredients and potions with mysterious runes marking each distinctly, hanging about the walls. 

                 One of the patrons was carrying a wand, this wand was made out of Yew Wood, which usually prefers leader types. The handle was made out of Aspen Wood, which in turn strongly prefers the more clumsy owner. However, the combination of this strand of Yew Wood and Aspen Wood means the wand will seek out somebody who's heavily in tune with nature. A wand usually has 1 or 2 cores, but some have 3, this wand has 3 cores. A core of ghost hair which enhances the owner's courage, especially in dire situations and fireflies is added to constrain the power of the ghost hair core. Finally, a core of werewolf whisker is added in small amounts to enhance whichever aspect its owner needs the most at a specific time.

                      The wand measured 15 inches/38 cm and had a fairly plain look. The particular strand of Yew Wood used in this wand was quite ordinary, which reduces the overall cost a fair bit, however, ghost hair is incredibly rare. The old shopkeeper who was admiring the wand had white, coily hair gently hung over a gnarled, friendly face. Hooded green eyes, set buried within their sockets, watched honorably over the shop they've come to own. Fair skin delightfully compliments his nose and mouth and leaves a fascinating memory of his fortunate adventures. I asked what magical storage items he had in stock. He replied "Well what are you looking for exactly?"

                         I said that I needed an item which could carry everything I would need without being bulky or have to be constantly held. He went to the back of the shop and returned with a small red-boar leather satchel with a slight orange glow. I asked what this was he said " This is a luxurious red-boar leather satchel, it has a Bond of Impeccable Stalwartness which will carry most anything as long as you can fit it into the hole." I asked how much it would cost me. He replied asking for 20 Hyria. This was a good deal so I gladly paid the sum.

                           He also dropped some items he thought I'd need to maintain the satchel and some random potions. I thanked him and left the shop through the large birch door. I had almost forgotten what the outside world looked like because the little shop was so enchanting. However I had to carry on so I did.

                           After a few miles or so I reached a forest. I was familiar with this forest and was able to navigate it quickly. When I had gotten out of the woods and into the clearing I noticed a lack of anything except tall grasses of varying species. But upon further inspection I had realised this was all a ruse and all I had to do was look past the grass and into what was really there. Suddenly the mirage of the empty clearing disappeared and a thriving city of gnomes was to be found, the sign said "You have entered Dahlrim".