"As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen."
You see Tinkery Gnickerbocker, Tiny Dancer of Elanthia, a Gnome.
Tinkery has thick-lashed turquoise eyes and a button nose. Her dark brown hair is very long and curly, and is worn arranged in pigtails. She has rosy skin and a plump figure.
She is tiny for a Gnome.
She appears to be an adult.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a fitted military-style jacket of rich brown cotton with copper accents, a tattered linen shirt painted with a trio of interconnected gears and cogs, a bronze-plated buckler shaped like a cogged gear, a copper wedding ring, a pair of copper zills, a poofy tutu of layered coppery tulle sprinkled with tiny gears and cogs and some coppery winged boots with tiny cog-shaped wheels attached to the soles.
[Miss Gnomer's, Sales Floor]
An engraved oaken sales counter sits prominently in the back of the shop, providing a surface for merchant and customer to haggle or exchange goods for coin. The wooden floor lies empty, leaving customers space to move about freely, while an oak armoir stands against the oaken walls.
You also see a bucket of viscous gloop, a plaza guard and an oaken door.
Also here: Tinkery.
Obvious exits: out.
Pacing back and forth, tiny hands clasped behind her back, the cog-shaped wheels on her boots made a soft humming noise as they rolled along the floor, “This just won’t do,” she muttered to herself. She gazed at the armoire with her turquoise eyes, sparkling like precious gems, the bottom shelves filled with wares to sell while the top shelves, too far out of reach, stay barren. She wrinkled her button nose as she surveyed the room for something to stand on. She knew she could ask the guards for help, but she saw them gathered eating lunch outside her shop door and thought they deserved a break. Adjusting the goggles on her head, she headed towards the backroom. She collected a few items; a couple gift boxes of various sizes, some glue, wrapping twine, and a few of her heavy ledgers from previous months. She dragged them to the center of her shop and got to work. Opening the largest gift box, she placed one of the books inside to give it some weight and placed the lid on the box. She repeated the same process with the other boxes, placing one on top of the other, adding glue and twine for support, until she had a colorful set of make-shift stairs. Standing proudly before her finagled solution, she tugged at the bottom of her military jacket, adjusting the fit and started to scramble to the top with a treasure for sale in hand. Atop of the highest box, she observed her humble shop and couldn’t help but hug herself tightly. She’d come along way and she had worked so very hard. After carefully placing price tags and stocking her armoire she climbed down. Still a little out of breath, she tugged on each of her pigtails making sure they were tight and went to put the "OPEN" sign on her door.