The wise trader finds the best opportunities.

[apeddlerofvarnishedtruths]

The orange-furred cat woman sits on a rug spread in the entrance to her tent, legs folded and tail swaying along to the tune she's humming. A harp leans against a tent pole, and a golden statue of a beautiful woman holding a giant lily glitters from atop a pile of books. Other wares are spread out around her, arranged in pleasing displays that remain within easy reach (and within her sight). Her hands are busy sorting alchemical ingredients, delicate flowers and piles of berries and less savory things. She works quickly, and it would be easy to assume her attention is all on her work, but her ears twitch this way and that to catch the conversations around her.

"It is said that this place holds paths to everywhere possible. What opportunities would you hope to find behind these doors? How would you prepare for the unknowable?" Her voice is raspy, but there's a hint of a purr. Someone's having a good day. "Or would you prefer to allow opportunity to come to you?"

( her wares )