The Styx Oarsman is not traditionally welcoming to humans. But Jarkman recognizes this Leaguer by now, and he only makes one crack about how she owes him a new pack of cigars before letting her pass.
The faint candlelight isn't much help to someone of her pedigree, but no one comes to this tavern to admire the view.
The barman greets her with the usual grunt, and everyone returns to their conversations. Humans may be uncommon around here, but business is business.
"He studied in Excelsior for a while. He has friends in Arcadia, too. I wouldn't be surprised if going after him destroys your reputation."
"Suit yourself! So, friends with celestials, probably friends with fiends but that's harder to prove. There's a woman in the Harmonium who remembers him fondly, but you'd have to go to Arcadia to get anything from her. Not worth it. There's the shopkeeper who I've fingered as his last contact before he left, but I might have missed someone more personal."
So she does. She turns away a few who recognize the most sought-after tout in Sigil, and they travel the Market Ward relatively unmolested. There are shops upon shops here; someone unfamiliar with a particular establishment could easily get lost trying to find it.
They eventually stop outside Effervescent Elixirs, nestled between Aramand's Mending and Catch'rs.
The shop isn't very crowded. A heavily adorned half elf turns her nose up at them as they pass.
The shopkeeper, a rotund, slimy creature, greets them amicably.
"Welcome, come in, come in! What do you seek?"
Elatra finds bottles, vials, and flasks, all empty. She finds healing potions, potions of speed, and potions of invisibility.
Hmm. Probably ought to pick up some of the healing. Can't necessarily count on the cleric.
"Acid and a potion of invisibility. He was..."
He glances at Elatra suspiciously.
"He didn't want to stay long. He finds us shameful."
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