Editing Zal'Kazzir's Response to His Family being murdered (section)

==At Quadira's Shop==
Somewhere deep in the dark markets tents, hovels and sand-brick shops of Sharuun Zal'Kazzir finds himself making his way through the maze of vendors. Now and then stepping over drunks vagrants and dodging guardian animals that protect their shop owns from theft.  In the recesses of this hole he can see the gray stone that's slightly larger than a human head - the stone has been carved to small hollows on either side, the colors of hand-crafted paints adorn the stone forming the strange hanging 'eyeball' sign known to all that frequent Quadira's Shop...  the "eye of the witch" they call it, you know this to be home and business of Qadira - self proclaimed mystic, competant herbalist and charliton fortune-teller... <br> <br> Before making your way to the entrance nearly three attempts are made at your purse, had you not known to hold it tight it would already be gone.  The den of the shop is dark and smokey with the familiar scent of brimstone and formaldahide...  <br> <br> Only a glimpse of the hobgoblin peddler is gotten before he disappears into the crowded streets from the back of the shop -  Togumx-Gub knew that dealing with you this day wouldn't be the smartest thing...  but before you can think to care, the matronly middle-aged propriator of Quadira's Shop speaks up...


'''''"...don't min' 'em master, e's jus a jumpin loon scared a his shadow.....  Ooh my my my my... As I live-n-breath!  Masta 'Kazzir... tis good ta see yas again.  Wot can I do fer ya?..."'''''  'the Witch' quickly gathers up the things thaty Zal'Kazzir is in search of - parchments, inks, quills... all illicit materials here in Sharuun, but a welcome home they find in your pouch.  As per usual Quadira reminds you that you ain't knowin where this stuff came from... She quickly hands it over, taking the goat that you (likely) brought from your estate as payment.  Her long finger nail slowly drags on your hand as the reigns of the animal is given over...  It's of minor attention to Zal'Kazzir - for you're having another conversation...  a goblin has heard that you might be needing some hired help - sitting bluntly on the counter as the Witch fills your order, Lakz is at your service.


'''''"eh... yu right 'Kazzir... thems is hard times.  i hates the manz that killt yer kin, hates him, hates him hard!  Anyting ol Lakz cun do to hep yu out in dis gorboodled time, Lakz does fer yu, trustz Lakz yu kan. i's has familias up dare n Eisin, yu i du.  Lakz kin hep yu alrite.  Yu kin give da boon boon tu ma mate up dare in Eisen, he guud hepper tu!  <br> Yu jus lukkin fer him, he go bys 'Sdob Lustbelch', he es gud hepper fer yu, im sur of et.  <br>  Es sur es gud ta cee yu 'gin 'Kazzir, sur em sorree tu here bout yer familias gittin killt.  Sur hopes yu kilz dem bak... harharhar..."''''' 

The little Shadow minion means well, he's smarter than he lets on - Colonial is his second language, it's hard for his sharp teeth to get around the tongues.  But his help has always been solid.  (Any questions, talk with Lakz?)