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ejhel's wares

the sun is hot on the plateau. you are hotter, of course. your long claws scrape on the ground as if overgrown, but really you were tired. "hello," she says, walking up to you. you know who it is, her jewelry striking you last that the two of you had met. "may my wares be of interest? i sell low, but if it is not of your desire, you make talk to me further. i am no stranger to bargaining." you would almost wonder how her den, a driftwood structure that seemed to dig out the ground (or perhaps it was dug out by herself) managed to get out here by the vast, sweeping plains, but it was no concern of yours. you pull out your sash of beetles and start looking at what she has to offer.