<div class="floatleft">(http://plymouthcurriculum.swgfl.org.uk/plymouthheritage/projects/TudorTimes/Images/Images/tudorhouses.jpg)</div>From the outside the Emporium looked the part. A large, multistory merchants building, right at the border between the Coins and the Merchant Quarters ... yes, both the owners as well as the clientel would be well off, right? Not so fast. A closer look showed the signs of hard times. The frontage was in need of a paint work, many of the windows in the upper stores needed a thorough cleaning ... and what could be seen through those windows clean enough to let light in ... was looking more like some students parlor, than a shob.<br/><br/>Though at least the lower floor seemed to still house a magics shop, if a significantly scaled back one. Contrary to most such etablissements this one was very clean, and well lit, by means of the large windows in the front as well as several strategically placed magical lights. One of them being the mirror, whose rather plain white opaque frame was glowing in a nice blueish-white light. A trained eye would also recognize, that, while the room was packed with magical obscurities of all kinds, everything was arranged in a way that the single person behind the counter was able to watch the whole room.<br/><br/>Speaking of that person: when her newest customer approached, Eirian smiled friendly at her. The girl that was minding the store, looked a bit to young to have such a responsible position. Average height for a woman, but farily lithe, showing only the early blossomings of feminine curvature. Her soft face, and moreso the slightly pointy ears gave her away though as a half elf. Thus she was probably older than she looked. A look that wasn't helped by her wearing a simple dress, which was obviously choosen more for pragmatism and number of pockets, than chic or accentuation of her charms.<br/><br/>"How may I assist you?"