Imagine a Shop for Adventurers that sells nearly everything.
Including Scrolls to Talk to other Races and even with Animals and invokal Things.
Of course those Scrolls have a Price, however they can be found on Dead People or in the Dungeon. -- Anon Guest
The chain was called Infinite Needs, and catered exclusively to Adventurers. The secret was that each pokey little shop front lead to a pocket dimension of a warehouse that was, theoretically, endless. The shop had already lost points with Lady Anthe because of a sign at the entryway. All classified Small creatures must ride in the trolley seat.
Wraithvine had had to employ a cardboard barrier to stop her and Rumtum from battling each other, and put a Geas on Marvin to stay within sight of Wraithvine at all times. If the stock wasn't so blessedly convenient, none of them would have been otherwise bothered. With the help of a Location Disc, they didn't need to endlessly roam the plane, nor retrace their steps via respooling the twine. At least, they didn't need to do that often.
"I want a sausage," grumbled Rumtum. Unseen on the other side of the opaque barrier, Lady Anthe was making a mock of him by flapping her hand like a mouth and pulling faces. "And don't tell me I can keep wanting. I'm hungry."
"There's something about them kiddie seats, I swear," said Marvin. "You both know better to eat fae food. 'S got things in it that make it taste better'n mortal fare."
"It's called sugar," said Wraithvine, who knew these things. "That, and empty calories. They love it as a joke. Food that makes you hungry, has zero actual value, and will kill through both obesity and malnutrition. Stay away from it."
"Yes, master Wizard," chorused the three. Two of them with evident sarcasm.
Wraithvine spared a quelling glare for both the beings in the kiddie seat. "It's this or go dungeon crawling for the special items. Do you really want to go dungeon crawling?"
Another chorus, "...no..."
"Then kindly try to behave for at least five consecutive minutes. Thank you." Wraithvine took a clearing breath and made sure Marvin's Geas wasn't going to wear out any time soon. Surely actual children wouldn't be this much bother.
 Sort of like Costco, only without any visible walls. Just... shelves like that bit at the end of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Arc. They say that if you go deep enough, the signs allegedly telling you what they have there are in a language incomprehensible to mortal eyes. Make good use of a ball of twine and never make a deal with the Fae staff.
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