Gurmok's sense of smell is a good as the next goblin's, so the aromas flowing out of this impressive Azure Star place do make him hungry. But, his back straight as an iron rod, he passes in front of it without as much as a twitch of his nose. Not for nothing were these years of learning to control one's base desires. Proud of this worthy, if minor, achievement, he dismounts Zen and ties his harness up to a post before entering the Spice Emporium.

Once inside, he takes it all in, noting the unfamiliar smells as well as the cleanliness and order in which Hlaspak al Varr runs his business. Followers of Abadar and Irori have this in common, if little else.

The conversation in front of him makes it clear he's out of his depth, so he makes no attempt at an entreaty. Even buying something would likely not be enough to entice the hard-nosed gnoll... Another kind of longshank, just longer-shanked than others but not any kinder. Instead, Gurmok observes the businessman, trying to guess what kind of creature might have caused such wounds.

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