With both in agreement the shopkeeper gladly stripped her child of the outfit and wrapped it gingerly together with the mask on top, using a shiny red ribbon. She took the 2gp and returned 4sp
Even her child could see the faulty math and corrected her mother.
The music stops.
Her mother bowed and apologized but on your way out you heard the sound of a hand slapping and pained squeals of a small child apologizing profusely.
With the wrapped outfit and mask in hand, you finally have a moment to look down the main street.
Past the Temple of Tyr just North of the gate, the costume shoppe was on the north side of the Southern main street of Neverwinter. The smell of sea air was quickly replaced by a plethora of other pleasant scents and smells from shops and vendors, perfume, candles, tanned leather and wrought iron were the first waves of olfactory splendor. The storefronts lining the wide road shifted from a more supply, shoppe and industrial theme to an open market style spectacular only the big city could offer, and this wasn't even to the main market square yet.
Along with it came the posters, just about anything you’d think of were advertised along the main street, and many pointed you just where anyone would want to go. Advertising of all sorts of products and services from sweet rolls to shoe repair could be seen as well as a few items of particular interest, namely the guilds.
