Snorri begins marching down the street. "Come, you can offer assistance by helping me learn what this powder is. Let us see what your elf friend has found."Snorri, escorted by two guardsman (where do these guys keep appearing from?) walk down the street, followed by the party. Several twists and turns past multiple small shops and random street vendors, lead the group to a fairly busy part of town. Snorri stops in front of a grayish building with a faded wooden sign, carved with a single word: Takker.
Snorri pushes the door open, and enters the shop. As the party enters, their eyes are assaulted by all manner of strange gadgets, bottles, and gears decorating messy shelves along every wall. Even the door itself is backed with shelves filled with books, that makes it heavy to move. On closing the door, it gives the illusion that there is no exit, though the door handle is still clearly visible.
A tall wirey man stands in the back of the shop with Rhiannon, peering through an eyeglass at a small white bowl. Rhiannon turns and grimaces at the party. "Isn't this place lovely?", she says with a tablespoon of sarcasm. She gestures at the table. "Our friend here says he's seen this stuff before. Apparently, an elven merchent was peddling this stuff here a month ago."
The man turns around suddenly, and shows a bit of surprise at seeing Snorri. "Ah! My good friend and protector!! Please, can I get you some tea? No? Well then let me get your things. No? Okay then, please. I can tell you, that this powder is very potent, you see. Yes yes yes. The merchant said it would do wonders, and indeed that is the case. Hmmm, yes."
Rhiannon shakes her head. "What he is trying to say, is that the powder contains a chemical derived from a rare form of nieninqe, a flower that grows in the far north. It seems that it has an effect on humans..."
The thin man, scrambles past Rhiannon with a dusty book open midway. "Yes yes, it is written that the elves there would use this powder to get truths from humans... but not dwarves you see! Ah, but dwarves it has no effect. No effect at all, because of their wonderful noses. Yes, their noses act a filter! Isn't that fantastic?! That is why this powder is so clever!! The crystals here are a delivery mechanism, why even a thousand dwarven nose hairs couldn't stop them. I bet...." the mans words turn to mumbling as he flips pages in the book and returns to his desk.
Rhiannon frowns. "I think that Lilja used too much powder. From what I gather, the delivery mechanism is a quite potent depressant, and likely overwhelmed the old dwarf. I imagine he will come to with quite a headache. I wonder if the nieninqe powder will even work."
