The shop of the jeweler was not standing out from the other shops - though the walls and doors looked a bit sturdier, and the sign advertising for it showed a slightly faded painting of a necklace.<br/><br/>Inside a stocky gnome greeted Callie with all the charm of a snake-oil salesman, asking what kind of item she would like to sell - from his manners he likely assumed she was here to hock something inherited or stolen, since no lady able to afford his jewelry would be caught dead in her current clothes.