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Sayn swayed quietly from one end of the store to the other, tucking various small items into the crook of her arm. Ink, candles, a few empty vials and components to make a small variety of potions, oil and a new lantern... The tiefling fastened a coil of rope over her shoulder then made her way back to the front of the store to make her purchases. She set the items down on the counter then looked up at the clerk and smiled.
"Good afternoon Riebald."
The half-elf studied the hooded woman critically for a moment then grinned broadly.
"Well I'll be! It's been a while since I've seen you, Miss Sayn."
"Indeed it has... So long in fact that this is the only place in the entire city I readily recognize."
"Well, that's understandable. Last time you were this far south Neverwinter was a log cabin and some cows."
"Mmm, yes I suppose that's right. Of course last time I was this far south you were still struggling with getting enough facial hair to shave."
"Ahhh Sayn, don't remind me..."
"And why not remind you of your youth? You've aged absolutely terribly."
"Sharp tongued as ever, my lady. Though I'd remind you that I'm not the one who can boast about witnessing the birth of Elminster."
The two of them exchanged highly amused grins. Then Riebald inquired, "So what can I do for you, my friend?" Sayn gestured to the items laid before them.
"All of this in a satchel, if you would."
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