CYOA #2

[Flession]

You are a fledgling Evoker on task from your master to gather the necessary materials for your travel inside, which has led you to the Great Bazaar, surrounded by the sounds of merchants hawking their wares, adventurers boasting about their latest exploits, and the occasional scream of someone being mugged. As you wander through the twisting alleys and crowded bazaars, you notice a cloaked figure watching you from a distance. The figure seems to be studying you intently, but when you try to approach, they slip away into the crowd.

Likely some berk trying to get a read on if you were a easy mark. Maybe was planning on taking you into the alley and try to sell you some sob story or a sham product. You're a man on a mission and you won't get swindled, not like the last time anyways. It takes a few moments but your nerves settle and you continue your approach to the stall, staring at the products on display. Your master made it clear. 3 potions each for the 4 of you. Each to ensure the heat of the City of Brass. Dealing with the jinn would be hard enough without having to deal with the extreme conditions.

The gnome at the counter greets you with a smile and displays his wares to you when you reach his cart. "Ahh Jonn. Outta on another job, then? When will that old coot finally get himself a proper errand boy." The gnome laughs as you chuckle, engaging in some meaningless small talk. Can't even remember his name, but he always remembers yours and most everyone he shops with. Even when you don't tell him your name...which is kind of creepy, but the quality of the goods is there. Didn't seem to mean ill about it, just a good salesman, really.

You continue your polite smile and grab the list from your pouch, reading off what your master wrote down...

[Illiam'iira]

Ooh, the City of Brass! My parents went there once! They got hellhounds. And a shambling mound. I never got to meet Moundie :'(