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		<title>BogMod: *</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Grace steps into the shop, and is immediately intregued by some of the designs. She looks about for the famed artisan.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;ST_Mod&amp;gt; You enter the store and you find a small shop, no pieces immediently out on display though.  A singular woman, wrapped head to toe in concealing silks sits in a large oppulant chair.  &amp;quot;Yes?  You seek something crafted?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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* Grace shakes her head. &amp;quot;Not precisely.&amp;quot; She glances around the surprising sparse place. &amp;quot;For the most renowned jewelry shop in Nexus, you seem to be low on jewelry.&amp;quot; Grace's tone is not unkind, merely curious.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;ST_Mod&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I craft to order now, I dont need things in stock any more.  My reputation is established.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Grace&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Oh.&amp;quot; Grace looks a bit disappointed. &amp;quot;I'm a jeweler of sorts myself, and I was hoping I could see some of your work. I've never seen the work of a fey; a friend of mine is a changeling, and while she is lovely, she prefers wearing my work to learning the craft.&amp;quot; She chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;ST_Mod&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I craft my gems from bits of the Wyld within Firewander, getting unique one of a kind works each time.  I do have one piece that is waiting to be picked up.&amp;quot;  She opens a small box, about the size of your hand, and within is lies a thumb sized gem.  You honestly don't know what kind of gem is is, but the cut is magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Grace&amp;gt; &amp;quot;The geometry of the facets is incredible.&amp;quot; Grace's usually icy demeanor cracks a little with emotion. &amp;quot;I haven't seen work like this since my father..&amp;quot; She glances up. &amp;quot;Do you craft these gems already faceted, or do you cut them after?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;ST_Mod&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I cut them after drawing the raw material from the Wyld and the desires of my customer.  It is their emotion, personified in a gem you recognize that touches you so.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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* Grace swallows thickly, the desire to possess a gem of that beauty welling up within her. &amp;quot;How much do you charge for such a gem?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;ST_Mod&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It varies from customer to customer.  From some I accept gifts, others a task, some I require a taste from.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Grace&amp;gt; &amp;quot;And what would you require from me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;ST_Mod&amp;gt; The head turns softly to regard you.  &amp;quot;What can you offer?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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* Grace reaches into her knapsack and pulls out a folio-- not the one of jewelry she was willing to sell, but the one of her best pieces, which she shows to showcase her work. &amp;quot;I don't know if you would like any of these finished pieces, but I made these myself. And I could set your gems in some of the most beautiful metalworking you have ever dreamed of-- things that could turn your masterworks into eternal epics.&amp;quot; She tilts her head. &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;ST_Mod&amp;gt; She reaches out a hand and takes the folio, looking over the pieces slowly.  &amp;quot;Hmm...these are quite nice.  Perhaps we could come to an arrangement.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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* Grace smiles brightly, for the first time in many months. &amp;quot;I'm very glad to hear that.. Er, I never found out your name.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;ST_Mod&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Hmm...a fair deal would be I give you a gem, and you work as hard as you can to craft a necklace for me.  Fair?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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* Grace nods. &amp;quot;That is quite fair, thank you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;ST_Mod&amp;gt; You think she might be smiling under her silks.  &amp;quot;Come here in one week with your work done.  We shall trade then.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Grace&amp;gt; &amp;quot;All right. Thank you again.&amp;quot; Grace leaves, half-dazed by the meeting, but determined to craft something more beautiful than she has ever been able to create before.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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