Flamesinger's Sales
Wandering through the territory of the Pride of Roaring Falls, you stumble upon a small cavern that you hadn't seen before. Curiosity stirs within you and before you can truly think about it, you're already walking inside. Sunlight illuminates the cave, revealing the hunched form of a lioness with a coat the color of Hell itself. She's sorting through a myriad of items and placing them in the crevices of the cave. Her tail flicks idly and she mutters to herself; from what you can make out, she's lamenting the lack of visitors. Apparently she still hasn't noticed you. You clear your throat, and she whips around, delight shimmering in her emerald gaze. "Welcome to my sales den! Oh my stars, I haven't had a customer in a long time! I'm Flamesinger, and I take care of all sales, trades, and offers!" Her tail swishes in a dog-like manner and you can't help but chuckle at her contagious enthusiasm. "Stay as long as you like, make yourself at home, you know the deal! Don't be afraid to ask any questions, okay?" You nod. What more could you say to that rapid-fire sales pitch?
