Slous' Trick and Combo Weapon Shop

Choral chimes clatter against the opening door. A merfolk with a long snout and damp scales pops up from behind a counter. His form has several features reminiscent of a seahorse. “Welcome!” he bellows through a toothless smile at the end of his snout. “My name is Slous.” The wrinkles and shaky voice tell of his advanced age. “No doubt you’re here for the versatility of weapons meant for advent…