Hello Sapience, and specifically the Shopkeepers!

This is a warning.

Maybe you've felt it, maybe you've smelled it.
It's most easily heard and seen.
The weight of Wealth's worth and the scent of fine herbs.
The unignorable clink and glint that speak to a sovereign's Authority.

The Lord of Wealth has blessed His eye upon us, and my duty as a lover of shopping and fashion will not be forsaken beneath His graces.

So prepare yourselves, shopkeeps.
Stock your cutest clothes and neatest wares.
Challenge my squirrel-friends to hoard enough for the next six long winters by the undeniable value you present.

In a few months time, I will descend upon every shop that can be reached by reasonable roguey means.
I will not come alone.
We will find stuff to enjoy, use and consume.
You will profit, if your prices are fair.
We will snark upon your name if your wares are sparse, or totally boring.

Anyone who wishes to join the shop assault is welcome, though no formal time will be set, so announcements will probably be made!


Totally sincerely,

Saelily


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Aeguary, in the year 1017 AF.