<br/><hr/><strong>Location</strong>The streets of Two Fords<br/><strong>Tagging </strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Content </strong>Traveling to Mama B’Gaa’s<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Two_Fords_annotated.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>It gets really big</em></span></div></div>After a moment of conferring and deciding to visit Mama B’Gaa, the mighty band of heroes takes the road north, away from the direction Gretla took, and follows through a winding dirt street with houses and shops only on the right as it dropped off on their left side. In fact, Gretch’s Don’t Fall Inn was the only building on the left side, it being on the only rise and the crossroads coming from the South Gate.<br/><br/>Soon enough they were turning right onto a cobbled street and could see crowds on the town common to the left. Several brightly colored tents were being erected; it seemed the circus had arrived a few days early. But no matter, it’s only a circus. Continuing up the road brought the companions to the town’s wide, main street. As they made the journey, they could see the buildings change from wooden houses on stilts, some nothing but clapboard near the Inn, to stone and wattle houses as the road climbed to the main street.<br/><br/>A turn from the main street into a shaded alley brought them to a yellowed house with two broad windows flanking the small, recessed door into the alley. All manner of trinkets and talismans adorned the displays the recessed door allowed the windows. A small brass sign bolted to the wall next to the door announced simply “Mama B’Gaa.” The door opened creakily into a smallish room. A counter ran in front of the right wall and turned to do likewise on the back. To the left were raggedy shelves with tattered books, tatty dolls stained and smudged, seemingly the various, disorganized miscellania of many lifetimes, their final owner now passed. The sharp-eyed catch the young woman behind the counter, her own dress an eclectic collection of garments and stitched together scraps providing almost perfect camouflage in the chaotic shop. In a soft, almost squeaky voice, she states simply, “Come few the door through that wish not my mother. Now get I shall.” She steps through a doorway blocked by a beaded curtain and disappears into the back. The band is left in the center of the room, free to explore the esoterica.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcasters or DC 10 Arcana check</div><div class="spoiler_body">There are things in various places that are very likely to be usable spell components as well as some other items that could serve as spellcasting foci for various traditions.</div></div>