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You looked around briefly, wondering where the rare beastkin you’d seen had gone. While not particularly over-concerned with its whereabouts, you would not have minded catching a glimpse of where it had found itself off too. Even for you it was a rare thing to see one of them within the bounds of civilization.

Bah, you shrug your shoulders.

Not that it was any particular concern to you beyond a bit of curiosity and greed.

You shook your head, looking down into your hand at the group of card-like records before your attention turned to the wooden streets once more, gaze held upon the various stalls as you sighed to yourself at opportunities lost. At the very least a newly gained hundred and fifty gold were sitting in your pocket, and while you weren’t exactly the most savvy of entrepreneurs, mostly due to at least a century’s lack of practice, your mind still churned with the possibilities which you couldn’t help but acknowledge for enhancing the appeal, and thus the potential value of your slave stock, both for the small scale Brothel which you were currently running, and for the potential sales operation which you vaguely envisaged for rebuilding your wealth.

You got the distinct feeling that you may have well let got a few assets back there for a good deal less than their worth, but in truth you didn’t care that much beyond getting that debt out of your hair and ensuring you’d have a place to operate from by the end of the week.

Not for the first time you idly experimented with the idea of just giving up these wooden boondocks and go looking for your prospects elsewhere. Not that you were bothered by the prospect of a minor enemy like that Apple girl, just that you were starting to find the entire situation a bit more tiresome than anything else.

Either way as you strolled the market place, your eyes darted about from stall to stall looking for items of interest, briefly passing over a distinctly foreign Dwarven stone crafter as he weaved a weapon on the spot for one fascinated elf, and instead came to settle upon a small section of the market overrun with spiderwebs as several spiderlike beastkin women skittered to and fro. In the corner was a carelessly placed sign made of carved wood embossed with silk.

KIRELLA’S TRAVELING WEAVE

The sign announced in large bold font, it’s lettering shimmering with black silken inlays. The entire area was about the size of a large tent, and clearly would have been one of the more expensive areas to rent if only for the fact that it occupied so much more space than the average stall.

All around the skittering arachnid women seemed busy, running back and forth in and out of the tent with bundles of materials in hand, jewelry, old pieces of armour, and anything else that seemed like it could become part of anything worn. You pretty quickly guessed that their entire business model revolved around weaving clothing augmented by whatever they could scavenge up for free.

All of them looked the same, bone white with monstrous claws.
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Slowly you approached the entrance, interest peeked as you slowly walked near.

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Curiousity carried your steps as simply awalked into the room, baring yourself up to your full height