Rashar turns to his companions. "Just a moment, please. A potion will be nice, but let me see if I can find anything else that can aid us when we romp through the sewers."

He hated the thought of it. He should be flying the open sky on the back of a Griffin, not getting himself dirty doing this type of work. Well, he has to earn a living somehow. 

Rashar adds, "Does anyone want to come with me? I found myself a little loose on coin- it would be nice for us to pool our money to purchase something." 

The half-elf enters the shop and scans the aisles. 

Morgan shrugs.  "I'll come with, but why do you expect this shop to have potions?"  He says as he enters the shop with the mercenary.  Morgan glances around, unsure what to expect with a shop in this area of the city.

Jarret follows as well. 

Krivnaar waits outside with Mardak's unconscious body, presuming it might be a bit uncouth to drag it into the shop. He tries to prop it up against the wall to seem like he's just in a drunken stupor.

A cloud of lavender-scented purple smoke trails out of the shop’s door as you peer inside. Every wall is painted purple, and every dusty knickknack on the shelves is dyed a deep violet. The hairless old gnome sitting cross-legged on the counter wears plum-colored robes. His cheeks are decorated with nine purple face-painted eyes.

The gnome lowers a pipe and exhales a cloud of lavender smoke before raising a hand. “Hail and well met! Come browse the shelves of the most curious curiosity shop in the world!”

Rashar smiles and says, "Hello. Would you happen to have a potion for our dear friend out there? If not, show us your trinkets and what they have to offer for a group of fighting men." 

Cath looks up and down the block. Its pretty late, but at least Mardak looks like a drunk whose friends are taking home.  He decides to wait outside and keep watch on Mardak.  "Keep an eye out Kriv.  That one assassin got away, he may be back, with friends."

Xoblob looks onto Rashar with glazed eyes as he takes a hit from his pipe. "Potions? That depends. Are you looking for a good time?" He grins deviously. "Nonetheless, I've curated an abundance of trinkets from the Undermountain itself. Browse my wares!" he says jovially as he then takes another hit from his pipe.

Anyone that decides to look around at his trinkets will need to roll a 1d100.

Rashar sighs and says to Morgan, “You were right. It’s one of these types of shops. Very well, let’s see what we can find.”

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Rashar approaches a shelf and opens up one of the containers lining the shelves. Inside the container, Rashar spots a purple, sequined glove sized for a human.

Jarret will search the store as well, and if possible will take the extra 10 minutes to ritually cast detect magic before looking at the shelves. 

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"Looks like junk to me."  Morgan says with a frown at the shelves.  He grimaces but moves to look around with the others.

D100: 71

Jarret doesn't detect anything magical within the shop's wares, as most of it is "junk", as Morgan puts it; that Xoblob as scavenged throughout his career. Jarret opens a container to find a deep violet crystal that would glow faintly in moonlight.

OOC: The module doesn't mention any of these things being magical so idk tbh, lol.

Morgan isn't impressed with Xoblob's collection, based on his response from seeing what Rashar found. Upon looking at the wares himself, he stumbles across an old divination card; where the nobleman's dressed in elegant, royal purple robes. Upon inspection, Morgan notices the nobleman resembles him in appearance.

"Nothing is here is of any use." Morgan says, tossing the card down.  "I'll be waiting outside."

Rashar examines the sequined glove and scoffs, “We have no use for worthless knickknacks.” 

He throws it down and prepares to leave, until he spots the card Morgan dropped. 

“A curious resemblance. Jarret, do you see any magic in this?”

“No,” Jarret says. “Unfortunately, nothing magical in here. Or at least nothing my spell is picking up.”

Xoblob looks onto those who seem eager to leave. "Oh come on, I know you find these intriguing. Buy something!" He says, and then he darts his eyes onto Renaer, and he raises an eyebrow. The two sort of have an awkward glance between each other. Xoblob may recognize him but Renaer just shrugs it off, assuming it's because of his nobility or his relation to the former Open Lord.

Morgan continues on his way out, putting any looks off towards the other noble as just the normal for their rank.

The party dismisses the Old Xoblob Shop, and the deep gnome looks disappointed that nobody bought anything. The group venture further down Fillet Lane to return to the Skewered Dragon. Upon entering, they see the crowd has dwindled as it's late night. They also notice a different person is now bartending.

"Set your friend somewhere and I'll get us some drinks." Renaer says, as he points to one of the few vacant tables. He approaches the bar and places an order for some wine and snacks to fill their bellies.

The party will spend the next hour and a half here, giving Mardak enough time to regain consciousness.

Krivnaar looks askance at Renaer's order, but bears with it. A time of compromises, a means to an end... He then asks Renaer in a hushed voice: "So what else do you know about this stone?"