A few of the shops don't seem like anything special, selling food, sundries, and minor supplies for the more stingy and spartan caravaneers, or to service the permanent residents of the trading post. Some of the shops are bigger rooms behind walls of glass that display the wares, others simply have counter and a display along the back wall.<br/><br/>One is selling finely crafted silver armor that looks more like cloth than steel, its back door cracked open just enough for the orange glow of the forge, scent of slag, and hammer clinks to squeeze out.<br/><br/>Another seems to be another potion shop, but unlike the friendly, bar-like shop manned by the mushroom creature, this one has a lot more spikes in the decor, its racks lined with bizarrely shaped vials and caged arachnids. It's attended by a male drow, who averts his eyes as Zarna passes.<br/><br/>A third is little more than a small kiosk jammed in a wall selling rings and amulets, each one set with a jewel pulsing with arcane power. It's proprietor is a robed kobold with craggy white scales and a halo of oddly shaped, diversely colored rocks orbiting around his head.<br/><br/><br/>Almost all of it looks a bit steep for a lost half-drow druid to afford.