Nestled in the narrow, cobblestoned pathways which empty into the beareaucratic district lies a small shop run by Rory Embergaurd. The shop is narrow, wide enough only for three man abreast & Rory stands behind a high bar which spans the width of the room. Behind him the rest of the small shop is hidden by a curtain. Rory reminds you of a bird as he dips his chin low & peers at you over his glasses. His eyes dart to and from each of your hips, eyeing for coinpurses. He looks up and smiles, “What can I do for you young travellers.