Priestly Purchases

North Room

[Priestly Purchases]

Torchlight streams down, set near the clerestory windows at the base of the squat, semi-circular dome above. The red and orange swirl-patterned tile floor blends into a continuous alternating design of blue and ivory chevrons, just a few feet from the archway leading east. Four rows of ivory columns fill the area, ending at a broad patchwork yierka-hide curtain across the back wall. In the center of the room is a long buffet table, containing a variety of desserts.

  Catalog
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  1. a gold-spiked holy yierka-spur           6. a gold-twined consecrated Hammer of Kai
  2. a gold-hued consecrated ball and chain   7. a gold-hafted sanctified pilum
  3. a gold-hafted ritual crowbill            8. a gold-topped pale white staff
  4. a gold-hilted holy estoc                 9. a gold-edged ritual flamberge
  5. a gold-tipped ritual tiger-claw          10. a gold-veined sanctified longsword

Kindarel

Town Cleric

Kindarel is a bit thin for a human, but appears quite healthy and handsome overall.  A pure white robe with cuffs of gold is draped over his frame, and his flame-red hair is cut quite short and is neatly parted in the middle.  His dark brown eyes hold a hint of somberness, and his hands are constantly moving in an almost habitual manner toward the golden prayerbeads strung around his neck.

Kindarel says, "Welcome to my shop, I have many things of interest to those with a clerical bent. Especially those of Lord Koar." He gives a proud nod and goes back to his business.

Kindarel looks up at the stained glass window that provides the ample lighting in the room and sighs quietly as he runs his fingers across the golden prayerbeads strung around his neck.

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.

Kindarel is a bit thin for a human, but appears quite healthy and handsome overall. A pure white robe with cuffs of gold is draped over his frame, and his flame-red hair is cut quite short and is neatly parted in the middle. His dark brown eyes hold a hint of somberness, and his hands are constantly moving in an almost habitual manner toward the golden prayerbeads strung around his neck.