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The sounds of waves lashing against the shoreline and gulls crying high overhead are muffled as you make your way into a tucked-in hole within the cove. Inside light comes through several cracks in the rock ceiling which illuminate the cozy den-like space. Carcasses are neatly hung up on the far-facing wall and bundles of both leaves and herbs alike are tucked away in the cracks of the rock. All of the items on display have price tags written in chalk onto slates that hang just below them. A lioness gasps behind you and as you turn around you see the dame eyeing you warily. "So sorry, I just slipped out to wash my paws. Hard to keep them clean when I have so many signs to make." Her voice is monotone and her expression doesn't change as she moves around you to get back to organizing, though she keeps an eye on you as she does so. "Please let me know if you need anything." Leaving you to your own devices, you're free to roam. See anything you like?
