Shopkeeper Thurl
Thurl
Thurl stands tall and proud. His red beard is neatly trimmed and his hair is cut short. A knife is constantly in his hand, ready to cut tobacco or to whittle a new pipe.
A breeze blows stirs the rich scent of tobacco throughout the room.
A small breeze blows through the room, stirring the hanging tobacco leaves.
Thurl leans over the counter, looking around with a bored expression on his face.
Thurl looks around the shop for new customers.
Thurl mumbles something about the weather.
Thurl puffs on a cigar.
Thurl scratches idly at the back of his neck.
Thurl slaps at a fly annoying him.
Thurl sorts some tobacco leaves.
Thurl stretches then returns to his work.
Thurl sweeps some tobacco bits off the counter.
Thurl yawns loudly.
Questions
>ask Thurl about jar
Thurl states, "These jars are perfect for tobacco. Best ever made."
>ask Thurl about pipe
Thurl says, "My pipes are the best you'll find this side of the DragonSpine. Make 'em myself!"
>ask Thurl about tin
Thurl says, "These are quality tins for storing your tobacco leaves."
>ask Thurl about tobacco
Thurl states, "Tobacco is the greatest crop to ever be grown. Just look at how many people enjoy it. Why, even those crazy halflings enjoy a good pipe!"