<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC on Shopping</div><div class="spoiler_body">For Crazy Eddie's Alchemy*, you tell me the level of spell and how many "meta words" you want applied to it. I then enter that into a generator, and I get a random potion back out of it. A level 2 potion costs as much as a level 1 would normally, and can cost up to an additional 50 gp if you get it with double meta words applied to it. Could be really good effects, or middling. And yes, 25 gp for the scroll. <br/><br/>*= not actually a canon name. :P</div></div><br/>The curtain falls into place... and all sound from the main room vanishes. Moreover, all light from the main room vanishes as well, leaving you and the halfling effectively alone in the world.<br/><br/>"So, you're the greenfoot that Koko sent to me, huh?" The little halfling shakes her head, all pretenses gone for the moment. "As I'm sure you might have pieced together, I'm Sharille. Captain of the Town Guard in these parts.... well, technically anyway."<br/><br/>That statement seems to galvanize the halfling woman, and she leans closer over the table, her voice dropping a bit even though no one should be able to hear you through the curtains.<br/><br/>"Something weird is going on here, Pathfinder." She looks around anxiously, and her eyes flash with a cold intensity you wouldn't have expected from looking at her in the bar. "Shortly after I sent a request to the Society for someone to check out the weirdness with the goblins, I got an order that the request was to be rescinded. And then, all my men started getting transferred... one by one, replaced with new fellas from Brevoy. As it stands now, I'm getting more and more reports about goblins on a daily basis, and can't even get these Brevan bastards to check one of them out. And, to make it worse, I've had two traps set for me in the past week... Meanin' someone wants me out of this picture."