Old Gnaisha's is a rather ramshackle little building which advertises itself in faded letters as a perfume shop. The first room is indeed a perfume shop, but peel back the ornately woven green curtain at the back, and you'll find Old Gnaisha's true stock in trade �in shelves and shelves and yet more shelves of magical artifacts of every kind. Blessed talismans, cursed amulets, potion ingredients, and more! The place is dingy and a bit smelly, but Old Gnaisha has amassed a staggering variety of wares.
Old Gnaisha's, Bazaar
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king's horses
I am the horse of a king.  I stay at his wait.  The king saddles me and rides me around the village.
*ney* What shall we do today? well, either you're here for perfume, a charm, a curse, or advice.  Which is it? A curse... tell me more about them. I have grown to dislike the King.  Oh, it's not fatal, not immediately.     Starts with nightmares.   Then the victim can't speak.    Then pain. Then agony.   Usually, they kill themselves at this point.  But paralysis follows, and then a living death, eternally awake and aware, but unable to move. I am very interested indeed, but how will I plant such a thing on the King? I am only a horse. Doesn't that make it easier?  Would the king ever suspect? In all my years, I've met many horses, and no one has ever suspected them of being assassins.   You are correct. Do you think the King would gladly take it from me and consider it a treasure?  Oh, indeed,  people tend to think many stupid things when it suits them.   The amulet is quite beautiful and tempting.   I will take it. But, how will the people react knowing their beloved majesty will be gone? Will we recover? Can you tell me?  Kings die.  Their replacements are usually much the same.  But the Princes are ambitious.   They will try to kill each other, and whoever survives will be as just and as fair as his father.   Will we ever escape this corruptness? The King confides in me as do his workers. I hear and see the secrets of the kingdom. I will not be sad once that foolish man is gone.  Of course not, as long as men crave power and wealth, there will always be corruption.   