Goldweaver Evren's Stall

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Goldweaver Evren has been selling out of this stall ever since my great grandfather, or his great grandfather can remember. She arrives at daybreak and weaves her tapestries until far after the moons have risen. Those searching for mystical artifacts frequent her shop, although it is a risk... She says, “even *I* don’t know which items are blessed or cursed. It’s more fun this way, don’t you think?” Her toothy grin is warm, but unsettling. “Anyway, feel free to look around” she hums and buzzes as she drags a finger through the golden dusts. “I’m sure you’ll find something that catches your fancy.”