"Are you... invisible?"

"Wow, gosh, I don't think so? But now that you mention it, I can't see any of my limbs when I look down, so maybe I am? I would think I would know if I had a ring of invisibility on, so maybe I just need to wait for it to wear off?"

"To me it looks like your voice is coming from a dagger and there's nobody else here."

"Huh, I guess I must be invisible then."

The dagger seems cheered at having figured this out.

"So what brings you up here? The shop has been pretty deserted for most of the last day or so, ever since some hooligans tried to break in; there was a big ruckus before that, but I'm afraid I didn't catch that either."

"I had been hoping to have a word with the proprietor."

"Oh, that makes sense. Is he hiding in the basement? You just need to tell the golem to let you in; the password should be 'hand of Irori.'"

"Thanks. Uh, can I pick up... this dagger."

"Oh, it's not really a dagger. I can turn it into whatever kind of weapon I want, unless we're talking like a siege engine. But sure, you seem like a nice person so I don't mind you borrowing it for a bit."

"Neat." She picks it up, paper-sheaths it, attaches it to herself, and goes over to the golem to give the password.

"Password... Accepted."

The golem stands aside, allowing her access to the door leading down into the basement of the shop. It's remarkably well lit, and off to the side she can see shelves hastily crammed with goods that seem to match a fair few of the descriptions missing exhibits in the shop itself.

Down they trot; Ky takes point. "Hello?"

"Wh-who's there! I'm warning you, theives, I have magic and I'm not afraid to use it!"

In the far corner of the basement is a particularly portly gnome, his hair starting to show the first wisps of white.

"Sir, we're not thieves! I'm Kybele the Curator, or Gazette, and this is my brother Iskander, and our companion is Camellia. We came in to talk to you and incidentally rescued, ah," she gestures with the exposed hilt of the talking dagger, "from under a shelf."

"Well, I suppose you do seem remarkably better dressed than most of those lowlives."

The gnome sounds marginally less suspicious, although still not calm about the situation. He starts when he sees the dagger.

"Finnean! Why did you tell them how to get in here?"

He looks like he had never once imagined this might be a security concern and is now deeply regretting some life choices.

"Calm down Fyllemen, they seem like stand up people. Rescued me out from under a shelf and everything, and helped me figure out I've been turned invisible! I'm sure they don't mean you any harm."

Guilt flashes in the gnome's eyes.

"Er, yes, well..."

Abandoning that tack, he then pivots to Kybele.

"So, what have you come seeking Fyllemen Frulliatros for?"

"Well, uh, I have this I got off a succubus and hoped you'd take a look at it, for one." She unwraps the parcel.

He flinches at the mention of a succubus, but examining magic items seems much less stressful a use of his time than most things he's been doing lately. His eyes glow, and his gaze flickers back and forth over it.

"It's a cloak of disguise. Take your basic cloak of resistance, and then also make the wearer better at disguising themselves as someone else. It'll change color to help sell the deception, but not shape and won't form any complicated patterns or disguise its own magic."

As he speaks, he grows more animated; thoughts of them being thieves are totally forgotten.

"Interesting. I can't say I often want to disguise myself as someone else, but the one I have now is borrowed, so it'll come in handy for its more standard use when I return it."

He nods at that.

"I'd say it's worth half again as much as a normal cloak, though less in most markets here unless you're willing to sell to unsavory types; with the right buyer you could get more, but I can't say I have a particular hankering for it. Is there anything else you want assessed?"

"What can you tell me about this?" she asks, holding up the angel sword.

His eyes go wide.

"That's an angel's sword... and a genuine one too, not something mass produced for their footsoldiers. That's a priceless historical artefact; wherever did you find it?"

"Underground. It's very useful but I worry I'm not using it to its full capacity."

"That's almost certainly accurate, but it's unlikely anyone else would get much better out of it; it's a minor artifact that can only be wielded at its full potential by an angel, but its more bonded to you than I would have expected from an aasimar much less a normal human. In your hands... I'd say it's approximately a +2 cold iron good aligned sword, and should be able to use a bit of energy to bolster you or any allies as needed; there's a pool that would let it do something fancy, but it's run dry by now. Aside from that, as an artefact it's almost indestructible even by the standards of magic items, and it should function even in an antimagic field if need be."

"A pool?"