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You have clearly entered a store of some kind. An array of staffs, wands, scepters, robes, and other wizard's accoutrements line the walls.
A woman behind the counter appears to be a dark elf, casting minor enchantments on a pixie. She meets your gaze and speaks in a soothing timbre:
Welcome to the Valiant Unicorn. We deal in armaments of wizardry. From the look of you, you're skint. Forgive me for saying. I suggest you find an apprenticeship.
You spend a minute browsing these arcane wares before departing.