Raane'mahtar Wenyas (Wandering Warrior General Supplies)

[Peach]

The building, no matter how mundane its purpose may have been, shone like a full moon in a deep midnight sky. Marble like every other structure in Ethgan'tor, its precision and exact corners were astounding. Each marble black seemed almost to melt into the other, as if the store was carved from a single, giant slab. The surface of this building was a little less cared for than others, as a single vine had been allowed to creep its way over the entrance. Flowers of a stunning pink hung in bountiful quantities, setting off the rosy veins in the pure, near white marble. As with most of the places in the holy city, a single marble step led up to the entrance. Set near the step was a chest with many sections, allowing shoes to be magically locked when their owners put them in each cubby. Only the owners of the shop or the shoes could remove them.

The courtyard under the archway that led inside was small, allowing only enough room for about five steps before the main door was reached. The courtyard contained a soft carpet of grass, a pathway, and a small pond. The pond was edged with stones, three large orange and white fish occupying it. The inside of the store was rather plain compared to the walls that graced it. The floor was made of hard wood, varnished highly for endurance to the feet of many shoppers. Tables and shelves stood about the store in rows, housed with every general item that one could want.

Groceries and traveling supplies made up the better part of the store, everything stacked cheerily upon the shelves and tables. There was something disorderly and welcoming about the store, housing barely any method to its madness. The crowning glory of the shop, amidst all the overwhelming color and scents, was a glass case of medium proportions. Inside of it, on a green pillow free of any dust or dirt, was an old and yellowed parchment. It depicted a faded painting of a small band of Moriquendi, pulling themselves over the last ridge of a mountain to reach the view of a broad skyline. Ancient elvish script, illegible to the average citizen, was written in a steady hand, broken with age.

Behind the counter sat a small, aged Moriquendi woman. Her face was lined deeply with wrinkles, especially around her happily sparkling brown eyes. A long, thinning crown of pure white hair sat atop her head, pulled back into a knot. Her thin lips seemed to be permanently set into a smile, occasionally revealing teeth that were surprisingly healthy for one of her age. Her clothing was as simple and straightforward as the shop, her green dress made of cotton, shoulders draped with a blue woolen shawl. A cane rested in one gnarled hand, supporting her light weight. Nodding her head to any that entered in greeting, she began to speak in elvish, her voice crackling like a merry fire. "Vedui. Welcome to Raane'mahtar. If you are in need of anything that you cannot find, then come speak to me."