"Morning," Clarity says on her way in. "We were just looking to pick up a few things."

Logan takes to browsing whatever items they might have sitting out in the open.

As you walk in, The first thing you notice is a Small girl. Sitting on a stool behind a simple wooden counter. Long brown hair and a somewhat worn but pretty dress. A Black eye and a bandaged nose makes your stomachs sink as you see the extent of Alethras handiwork.

"Oh! Papa, we've got customers!." She yells into a side room.

Logan there is simple woodworking tools hung from the walls of this establishment, A few shortswords and shields but nothing that looks unique. There is a rack of rolled up parchment behind the counter on the back wall with a sign over it that reads. "maps"

Logan zeros in on the maps quickly enough, "Hmmm" he makes note of that and then takes a look at the little girl, "Whatever happened to you little one?"

The little girl Smiles, still a cheerful and starry eyed little girl. "Some person kicked the door open last night but my Papa scared them away." You hear a door closed as out steps a larger man, Forearms like tree trunks. Noticably fit from a life of hard work, Carrying a Woodsmans axe in his left hand and resting it against the backwall.

"Welcome to my Store Strangers, Can I help you with anything?" His voice is ragged and barely there, Probably caused by a life of smoking. 

Logan looks up at the man, "I notice you have some maps. I'd like to see what they are."

“I was wondering if you had any winter clothes, or knew where we could purchase any?” Samson looks at the girl, considering, then turns to her father. “Also, I have some ability to heal. Would you mind if I helped to speed up those wounds? I hate to see children hurt.”

The man strolls behind the counter and grabs a few of the rolled up maps, splaying them out on the wooden counter before you Logan. They are of different makes and degrees of wear but all detail the known world. (Sent to you via PM BadPanda.)

"Uhhhhh gimme a moment there young fella." The man rushes back into the sideroom and returns a few moments later with 3 thick Fur cloaks, Laying them on the counter. "This one here is made from a wolfs skin, Big ****er. Put em down myself and tanned his hide." The cloak is greyish-brown in colour and looks fairly warm. "These other two were made from a bears hide, friend of mine caught him in a trap and gave me the hide." Those are black in colour and are noticeably thicker. 

"CLoaks will run ya 15 silver a piece, Map is 2 gold." 

Logan sorts through the maps to find one of decent quality and detail.

Samson waits on the man’s answer about the offer to heal his daughter, but if he’s not forthcoming he’ll take one of the bear cloaks.

The Man looks you up and down Samson, then looks to his daughter. Who is on the other side of the counter watching as Logan flips threw the maps.

"Tell ya what, If ya can help her. I'll give ya the three cloaks for 30 silver."

Samson will kneel by the girl and start humming a song that sounds like a jig. 

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(I mean, she is a child, so that should fix her right up right?) 

One can only hope!))

"That's awfully generous of you," Clarity replies. "And if he can't do it, there's another in our little band that might be able to," she says, running her hand gently through the furs.

(Bump)

Logan selects a map, nothing too large but enough for them to be able to effectively navigate the area, "How much for this?"

The soft humming from Samson, while not even a song is almost magical to the ears. The tune flows threw the store front as a wisp of air seems to swirl around the child for a moment. She blinks as the black eye heals completely. Pulling the bandage from her nose she smiles up at you Samson. The child is completely healed of the injuries caused by the door. "Thank you Mister!" She gleefully exclaims as she turns to her father. "Daddy Look!"

"Well aint that somethin. Sir you have my gratitude." He reaches out to shake your hand Samson.

"For kind folks like yaself, and for helpin my daughter. I'll give ya the map and the cloaks for 40 silver."

Logan glances to Samson, giving him a nod, "Sounds ok to me."

Samso puts down 10 silver for the map and cloak, and looking at the others ask, “Would you all like a cloak, or is it just mine and the map?”

(Since know one said anything) Samson looks at the man. “Well I’ll take the cost of the map and the thicker of the bear cloaks. No offense to your excellent hunting good sir, but it is getting colder and I’ll need all the help I can get to stay warm in this weather. By the way, I am Samson, what is your name might I ask?” He smiles and holds his hand out.

The man shakes your Hand samson, His hand is rough and calised from a lifetime of hard work. "Names Gevin Mire, Im afraid huntins been a bit tough as of late. Most game is taken by the Valiant for their lord." He looks over the cloak. "I could put an extra lining in them for a cost if ya think its worth the trouble."