Beleru's shop is small and cozy, with plenty of magic lights illuminating the small space. The pale magelight reflecting off off purple and blue soul gems casts the entire space in magical hues. Despite it being midday there is no natural light coming in due to Telvanni fungal architecture. Or as they would say, "If you can't cast a simple spell of Light, you deserve to be in darkness!"
"Another customer. How wonderful." It was more of a thought, but she could not help but to say it as she hears you walk in through the door. These constant distractions were beginning to become a problem. If this kept up, she wouldn't be able to finish that pendant for mistress Therana before the end of the week!
...Not like that matters. The mistress will probably have forgotten about it by the time it's delivered, and she'll be left to her own devices once more. It's not the first time the aging Telvanni Master has done so. Sighing, she adjusts her red robe slightly, moving over to the counter to await whatever inane request you may have.
