Gnash nods in acknowledgement at the tap and, with no shopping of his own to do, moves to position himself where he can get the best view of the marketplace. He's going to wait until everyone regathers and keep an eye out for any sign of trouble in the meantime.

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As Yurime holds her (actually cheap) trinket and prepares to raise her arms, Khaddim's worried voice caused her to freeze in place. For Khaddim, he can see her white, fluffy fox ears for the first time as they jolt feebly at the sound of his voice.

As for the now partially exposed Kumiho, she slowly tilts her head towards the entrance where the Half-Orc stands... And touches her own ears in fear when she realises her clumsiness would cost her that one day. Having seen the satyr in his own comfort zone, she made a muffled scream so as to not disturb him as she instantly breaks character, turns beet red and desperately reattached the crown, covering her ears in the process. "Y-Y Y- YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING! YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING!!!! I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING!!!!" she screams as silently as she can at Khaddim. Much to her embarrassment, she curls up into a ball in front of him and the fairies whilst trying not to cry or go feral again.

 Khaddim notices the fox-like ears that Yumiko tried to hide, which took him by surprise. He then crouched close to her and gently put his hand on her shoulder. "I won't say anything if you want me to. Although I don't really understand why would you try to hide them since it would make people treat you even better than now, but you don't have to tell me." Said with an honest and caring smile.

"Y-y-y you don't understand, m-mister" Yurime replies as she looks up nervously at Khaddim. Usually her incredible mental strength meant that she could shrug this problem with ease, but since this was an event that could haunt her again for the next few hundred years, she is literally about to break down over trying to find somewhere else to seek refuge "Ever s-s-since I fled to here, I- I-" Her high-pitched voice is very shaky as her feral nightmares back in Japan and South Korea activate once again in her head. "I never left my temple to go anywhere other than back to my 'home" so only the people that have visited me know my true fox-like appearance. I only hide this to avoid suspicion and from people that I haven't s-s-seen before like you. Even so, everyone keeps staring at me especially when I'm not working and sometimes I think they're hiding evil intents under their mesmerized eyes. I never intended to cause any trouble here since I fled." She curls back into a ball with Khaddim's hand still on her shoulder. "Please don't reveal me to the others! I can't stand the thought of fleeing again! Don't hurt me!"

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"Y-y-y you don't understand, m-mister" Yurime replies as she looks up nervously at Khaddim. Usually her incredible mental strength meant that she could shrug this problem with ease, but since this was an event that could haunt her again for the next few hundred years, she is literally about to break down over trying to find somewhere else to seek refuge "Ever s-s-since I fled to here, I- I-" Her high-pitched voice is very shaky as her feral nightmares back in Japan and South Korea activate once again in her head. "I never left my temple to go anywhere other than back to my 'home" so only the people that have visited me know my true fox-like appearance. I only hide this to avoid suspicion and from people that I haven't s-s-seen before like you. Even so, everyone keeps staring at me especially when I'm not working and sometimes I think they're hiding evil intents under their mesmerized eyes. I never intended to cause any trouble here since I fled." She curls back into a ball with Khaddim's hand still on her shoulder. "Please don't reveal me to the others! I can't stand the thought of fleeing again! Don't hurt me!"

"I am not going to hurt you and I am not going to tell anyone about it, I promise. I don't understand your circumstances that well, but they don't matter to me. You are a caring person and whatever harm you may have done, I can see that you didn't mean it." Said in the same gentel tone as before. He did mean what he said, with the little time that he spent with her he could see that she had a caring heart.

"The only reason that people could look at you differently is because of your choice of clothes. I'm not saying that they are bad, far from it, it's just unusual to see someone with such a great style." Added with a small laught to light up her mood. Throughout the entire conversation he never moved his hand caressing Yumiko's shoulder gently to reassure her.

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"I am not going to hurt you and I am not going to tell anyone about it, I promise. I don't understand your circumstances that well, but they don't matter to me. You are a caring person and whatever harm you may have done, I can see that you didn't mean it." Said in the same gentle tone as before. 

 

Her now-exposed ears perked up at these sentences. Those words. She has definitely heard the same sentence somewhere except in a different language. Her memories of her killing people in cold blood were then replaced by a memory of a teenage boy who has a disability where he struggles to walk. Those were the exact same words he had replied when the Kumiho sought refuge in his home in Japan. And that boy was the only person who did not view her as a monster, but rather, a friend. Yurime looks up again from her ball position and stared at the Half-Orc who was caressing her left shoulder. She tried to reply by saying thank you... but chokes and ends up in tears instead at the sound of his gentle words. She hears Khaddim saying something else but couldn't hear properly due to focusing on that one, sole memory that drives her motives to this day.

The tiny fey look at each other for a moment, all of them very confused. 

"Um, are you ok?" the silver fairy asks, placing down the tiara. 

"If you aren't going to buy anything, then you can leave our shop," another adds. 

"There's a merchant who sells clothes across nearby," The original fey who pulled you adds helpfully. 

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The tiny fey look at each other for a moment, all of them very confused. 

"Um, are you ok?" the silver fairy asks, placing down the tiara. 

 

 Yurime gathered her thoughts and shakily breathed. "I'm fine" she grumbled, not even making eye contact with the fey. 

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"There's a merchant who sells clothes across nearby," The original fey who pulled you adds helpfully. 

She rose onto her slender feet. "Let's go. And promise you never go my word ok?" she mumbles softly at Khaddim. She then turns to the fairy who repositioned her silver tiara and bows slightly. "Thanks for that advice and my apologies for losing control of my emotions. I promise if I really want buy something from your shop, I will notify you. But please, maybe ask me next time rather than distract me with something I'm not really interested in." She then quietly exits disguised once again.

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The sun had vanished from the sky and with nightfall the bandages shifted from merely wet to wet and cold. It was prudent to change them and change quickly. I pushed the tent flap covering the entrance aside and ventured into the shop named Manggagamot's Magical Maladies. The alliteration had a nice ring to it, even if I questioned the exact naming of the place.

 The shop has a weirdly damp feel to it, as if you were walking into a swamp rather than a tent. The floor is lined with moss that squelches under your feet, and the interior is lit with green lanterns. Even more unusual than that, however, are the large bubbles that float around the shop, each one appearing to hold some kind of potion or bottled remedy. Across the shop is a green desk where another bullywug sits. 

"Good evening! How may I assist you?" he calls out, his bulging eyes lighting up at the sight of a customer. 

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She rose onto her slender feet. "Let's go. And promise you never go my word ok?" she mumbles softly at Khaddim. She then turns to the fairy who repositioned her silver tiara and bows slightly. "Thanks for that advice and my apologies for losing control of my emotions. I promise if I really want buy something from your shop, I will notify you. But please, maybe ask me next time rather than distract me with something I'm not really interested in." She then quietly exits disguised once again.

 "I promise I won't say a word of what happened now." Answered seriously.

"My sincerest apologies for the inconvenience." Said with an apologetic smile to the faries of the shop before leaving the room alongside Yurime.

Once outside of the shop, Khaddim stoped for a moment the shifter "I know this is not the best quality, but take this." Said while giving her a tissue to clean her face from the thears that she shed.

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The sun had vanished from the sky and with nightfall the bandages shifted from merely wet to wet and cold. It was prudent to change them and change quickly. I pushed the tent flap covering the entrance aside and ventured into the shop named Manggagamot's Magical Maladies. The alliteration had a nice ring to it, even if I questioned the exact naming of the place.

 The shop has a weirdly damp feel to it, as if you were walking into a swamp rather than a tent. The floor is lined with moss that squelches under your feet, and the interior is lit with green lanterns. Even more unusual than that, however, are the large bubbles that float around the shop, each one appearing to hold some kind of potion or bottled remedy. Across the shop is a green desk where another bullywug sits. 

"Good evening! How may I assist you?" he calls out, his bulging eyes lighting up at the sight of a customer. 

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In some way it was a good thing that my bandages were already as damp as they were, otherwise they would have gotten wet the moment I entered the strange tent. Despite the dry desert air outside, the air inside was akin to a swamp: muggy, oppressively fetid, and likely filled with buzzing flies. The latter would not surprise me with the little frogman present. Frogmen I should specifiy for another one sat across the shop behind a green desk. Green was the permeating colour throughout. Why, if I were to lay down and pull my cloak tight around me, I'd figure I would blend in with the interior undetected. The floating bubbles were a nice surprise. An unusual method of displaying wares but it was pleasant to watch in a quirky kind of way. I gingerly pushed on aside with the flat of my hand before addressing the bullywug at the desk.

'I am in need of bandages.' I said. I slightly spreak my arms and lifted my hood to show what I was implying. 'Do you have any heavy duty ones suited for desert travels?'

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 "I promise I won't say a word of what happened now." Answered seriously.

"My sincerest apologies for the inconvenience." Said with an apologetic smile to the fairies of the shop before leaving the room alongside Yurime.

Once outside of the shop, Khaddim stopped for a moment the shifter "I know this is not the best quality, but take this." Said while giving her a tissue to clean her face from the tears that she shed.

 "G...Gamsahamnida (감사합니다, Thank you in Korean). Thank you." she sniffles as she wipes her youthful, but almost messed up face before quickly scuffling to the merchant with the cloaks and robes once more.

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While Yurime contends with the merchants in that tent, Three enters the circular, magenta tent. The only other person in the shop is a satyr, whose back is turned to the door for the moment, searching the bookshelves that line the walls of the tent. Each shelf sags under the weight of all sorts of curious objects, other worldly and strange. 

Three goes up next to the satyr and examine what he/she is looking at.

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Three goes up next to the satyr and examine what he/she is looking at.

As you come closer, you can hear the soft plink, ploink of notes being tuned. In his arms, the satyr holds an oud, which looks to be exquisitely painted with images of battle all across the back of it. As you crane to get a better look, however, the satyr notices your arrival and carefully puts the instrument down. 

"How can I help you, friend?" he says, brushing aside locks of ginger hair from his eyes. "Our store has a wide variety of rare and magical artefacts from every place imaginable. I'm sure you will find something of interest here, you need only ask." 

OOC: to save you a google search, an oud is like the Egyptian version of a mandolin, but it has three holes and it's a great deal wider. 

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'I am in need of bandages.' I said. I slightly spreak my arms and lifted my hood to show what I was implying. 'Do you have any heavy duty ones suited for desert travels?'

"Yes! Yes yes yes!" The bullywug croaks. He ducks down, rummaging underneath his desk to emerge with a sandalwood box. Words in a strange language (slyvan) are carved across the top of it, and he plonks it down on the desk with a thud. "There are ten bandages in here! Perfect for desert travels. Ten gold for the box, unless you want to add one of our marvellous potions to your purchase." 

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Three goes up next to the satyr and examine what he/she is looking at.

As you come closer, you can hear the soft plink, ploink of notes being tuned. In his arms, the satyr holds an oud, which looks to be exquisitely painted with images of battle all across the back of it. As you crane to get a better look, however, the satyr notices your arrival and carefully puts the instrument down. 

"How can I help you, friend?" he says, brushing aside locks of ginger hair from his eyes. "Our store has a wide variety of rare and magical artefacts from every place imaginable. I'm sure you will find something of interest here, you need only ask." 

OOC: to save you a google search, an oud is like the Egyptian version of a mandolin, but it has three holes and it's a great deal wider.

 "Why that oud looks magnificent, is it for sale?"

"Yes, it is," he replies, gently passing it over to you. "Worth a great deal of coin though, on account of its magical abilities. I'm afraid it only shows those to musicians however, anyone else won't do. Funny thing, that." 

His floppy doe like ears perk up, and he looks over three's shoulder at Rohar. "Oh, excuse me, sir, I have another customer." he makes his way over to the goliath woman, flashing her a smile. "Good evening, Ma'am. Can I help you find something? I have a few items you might like, if you're interested..."

With the oud in his hands, as he is a bard, he lightly strums the strings, attempting to have it show it's magic.

Rohar enters the magenta tent, following Three.  She is hoping to find a way to buy some supplies for herself, nothing important, just some food, a waterskin, some rope, etc.. Does she see any of that in here?

Three, give me an arcana check and a wisdom saving throw please. 

Rohar, would you be kind enough to roll investigation?

Arcana: 8

Wisdom: 18

Investigation. 11

Three, the oud reveals no magic to you, but you swear that you can hear echoes of delighted laughter as you strum the strings. After some further inspection, you realise that it'll take some time before the oud reveals them to you, almost as if it wants to get to know you first. 

Rohar notices no practical items, only magical, other worldly trinkets and artefacts. The satyr cocks his head at you for a moment before continuing to speak. "Say, you wouldn't happen to be a goliath, would you? I have an artefact here that belonged to your people, once. I could show you, if you like?"