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Drakor nodded, then retrieved a silver link from his belt pouch. âDo you have parchment that I could use?â
(Listed time being a truncation of when the madam told me it happened)
âWell, I sure didnât see anyone!â
âThat wouldâve been around Agnetaâs channel, right? So everyone there should be clear.â
âIf I were you Iâd check the area near the window, see if they left any signs.â
ââŚyou could just do that, if you wanted to.â
âWell, it seems like these nice young people have it under control, doesnât it?â
âSure, I saw plenty of people around sundown. Isnât that normal? Youâve got everyone coming in from their fields, right? Do you want me to name them all?â
âYou know, I was telling Agneta she ought to keep the bushes near the temple trimmed. If people just listened to me, this never would have happened.â
âI donât know, this whole ârockâ story sounds pretty fishy to me. Have you even seen the rock?â
(youâre pretty sure that if anyone had directly witnessed the rock-thrower throwing the rock or sneaking around by the temple, youâd have heard from them by now)
âTwo links for a sheet.â
ooc
me: âlet me just quickly check how much parchment costs againâ
me:
me:
me: wow! ok!
this is really expensive for our reference period (though not for some earlier periods that the setting sometimes feels like being based on), but trying to create an internally consistent economy is kind of a âthere lies madnessâ sort of deal 
Drakor winced, but handed over the three links.
letter
Fourth of Gozran, 4704.
Shir,
I hope you are well. Iâm currently in Granitehill. A visiting magistrate was murdered yesterday night (the third of Gozran). Reportedly he was investigating the Baron; I suspect that this murder may be connected to the attack.
My efforts to track the one-eyed man have proven unfruitful. As such, I believe finding this murderer is my best path forward.
Unfortunately, our case has stalled. We found footprints in the forest near the scene of the crime, but I lost the trail. There is a slight possibility the culprit used alchemy to enhance their strength, but that connection is tenuous at best.
If you have any suggestions, please advise. Iâm aware that youâre guarding home in my absence, so please do not leave to find me. Any correspondence may be forwarded to the Granitehill general store.
-Draks
She removes a small box from behind the counter, unlocks it, places the letter back inside, relocks it, and returns the box to its original position. âCan I help you with anything else today?â
âI wish to browse, but nothing in particular.â
(Is there a list of items in the shop?)
(And/or are there any magical weapons?)
(I donât have a comprehensive one to hand, but I can try to come up with one if youâd like)
(no magic weapons though)
(any magic items at all?)
(she has some healing potions (brought up from Hazel Ford) in a locked chest, and some flasks of holy water (technically nonmagical), but nothing non-consumable)
(Any weapons?)
(And does this feel cramped?)
(Yes! Since Sten the Younger and his family donât personally forge weapons, weapons in the town are mostly brought up from Hazel Ford. The majority of the âweaponsâ for sale are cooking knives, but there are also more conventional/martially useful weapons â though, like the potions, theyâre kept locked in chests (though the shopkeeper can bring them out on request))
(âŚMaybe? Objectively speaking, itâs not a small room, but basically all the shelf space is filled with goods, and quite a bit of the floor space is taken up by barrels and crates)
âMight I see your weapons?â Drakor asked.
âMy apologies, Sten. The situation in each family differs case by case, and I didnât know yours trust each other this much,â Arius says as he profusely sweats âprobably from the heat from the forge while wearing scale mail.
âStill, I believe itâs better to take the extra steps to inform you rather than leave you confused in the event that (1) we return late and (2) you were searching for the handle.â
Bugibugi sees Drakor entering the store. He enthusiastically hurries to enter it too and talk to his acquitance.
âDRAKOR. BUGIBUGI. FRIEND?â
Drakor turned to face the fighter. âUh. Hello.â
He blinked. âYou are asking if you would like to be friends?â
âDONâT YOU REMEMBER ME? WE MET BEFORE. YOU FORGOT???â Bugibugi looks like heâs about to cry