Chapter 102

~Tornbridge, Morgras~

~Swiller's Supplies~

The shopkeeper was dressed in very different clothes from what they were used to in Coldshore. In a simple shirt that looked nothing like an inner shirt and pants made from thick cotton, over his clothes was a worn apron to protect his clothes from the dust and grime of the day.

He leaned the broom against a nearby wall, his weathered face sporting aging lines. "Early, are we?" He said cordially, wiping his hands on his apron as he came around a display table. "What can I help you with?"

"A trustworthy map of the West," Reqiel said confidently, walking in while Andras remained at the doorway.

Swiller looked them both over, a little surprised by their request. From the way they were dressed, he expected them to be important figures from Talfen personally overseeing their load of ore to be shipped into Coldshore, the very last thing he expected was for them to be potential adventurers.