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Myra was taken back by the merman's attitude. He didn't seem very happy with his situation, almost frustrated. This made her feel even more suspicious of his character. Why should he need moonstones? Maybe for his undead man? As he whispered something to the undead, Myra straightened her posture, feeling the need to be more intimidating, and gestured down the street in front of her. "Well you're going entirely the wrong way for moonstones. The only things you will find down that way are overpriced weapons and broken gadgets."

She continued walking toward the shop where the moonstones could be found and smiled toward the men. "If you follow me I'm sure you'll find them much faster. The merchant hides his store in an alley to keep wandering eyes away from his-" Myra nodded toward the undead man."-special customers. Anyway, I'm heading there also to buy jewelry for my ladies." Though many people didn't think of using moonstones as jewelry, she found them quite impressionable in the dark hours. Especially while hanging in the cleavage of one of her girls. No one could resist that type of glowing attention.