Darbo Phoop's Arcane Outfitters
Darbo Phoop's Arcane Outfitters is the alchemist shop in Solhaven. It is located on Tumbledown Lane.
Welcome to Arcane Outfitters! The Arcane Master Darbo offers his catalog to browse. Darbo exclaims, "Greetings stranger, have a look around!" Catalog ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. a silver wand 13. a dented iron cup 2. a golden wand 14. a crude hexagonal runestone 3. a metal wand 15. an aish'vrak potion 4. an oaken wand 16. a slender glass vial 5. an aquamarine wand 17. a claw-footed grey granite mortar 6. a twisted wand 18. a slender grey granite pestle 7. a rohnuru potion 19. a small crystal flask 8. a duqnuru potion 20. some waxy translucent chalk 9. a dirtokh potion 21. some fine crystalline chalk 10. a grot t'kel potion 22. a leather book 11. a cracked wood-handled brush 23. a faceted glass jar 12. a tin vial of rune ink
You see a scale replica of Vornavis' corner tower and a cutaway of the cottage and its onion dome. Hair-thin wires of silver, gold, and copper trace lines along the planes of the city walls and the tower. A surprising number of them intersect at a silver bead in the center of the tiny dome chamber.
East of the main room is Darbo Phoop's Used Emporium, where you can purchase used or player-sold items.
West of the main room is the consignment shop, where alchemical items may be sold by player characters.
Wearing deep burgundy robes embroidered with silver geometric shapes and golden runes, Master Darbo Phoop bears the rounded facial features, pointed ears, light frame and large feet common to one of both halfling and elven lineage: an Elven-farthing in Solhaven parlance.
"The rings are not unique," comments Darbo, "but if you need to know one ring from another at a glance, they can be a lifesaver."
Forgetting for a moment that he has a shop to run, Darbo loses himself in a minute examination of one of the embroidered diagrams on one of the tapestries. He nods slowly to himself before blinking, and the rest of the world once again intrudes.
"The periapts are not new magic," explains the shop's proprietor, "just old magic in a more convenient form. It's a shame they're not rechargeable."