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Pfff, I need to check your character name twice every time I use it :smallbiggrin:
You wander around, asking people you think look like people that know stuff you are after. That works out pretty well. First, you get sent to a small quarter which has many magic related shops. Not all magic item shops (there is actually only one advertised as such), but mostly shops that sell good scroll papers, spell books, spell components, reading lights, fancy cloaks, mantles and staves that are not magical, but look impressive. Actually, from a strict wizards point of view, this is the most civilized a city you have ever been in.
For some reason, around there you hook up with an old drow man who is performing using cantrips earning a coin or two. He tells you that there is this one shop that has enchanted items. Weapons, cloaks, wands, scrolls, the works. However, prices are steep and they only offer what happens to be in stock. There are magic items, especially scrolls, wands and the occasional stray other item to be found in various shops, but again, one needs to be lucky to find what one needs. He also informs you that there is a sort of shop run by the Academy. They can deliver any sort of item, basically, but there's a certain waiting time involved.
When he picks up that you are mostly after spell knowledge, he advices you again to go to the Academy shop. He admits he is not into written magic, but he happens to know that if someone has something to offer....a written spell, for example, they might be up for a trade.
"You are not from here," he says
"you might have a trick up your sleeve they are keen on learning about."
Pondering the old man's words you visit the magic shop and other shops and stands with potential interesting stuff, but you do not quite find what you need.
Curing wounds, Invisibility, Mage armor, Detect poison, Magic sword, Magic ring, they all have it, but you are looking for something specific. You end up at the Academy shop. It is really not a shop per se. It is a small building with some officials taking up registrations for the academy, answering questions, pushing papers....As you enter you hear a voice out of nowhere: '
23' and moments later you find yourself sitting on a bench waiting for number 20, 21, and 22 to be called to the desk. There are posters on the wall informing you that you need some certificates and proof of ability to apply and that any payment needs to be done promptly.
A drow male, he looks quite young, looks at you with a somewhat boring expression as you approach:
"G'day, how may I help you?"