Tinkery
| Tinkery Gnickerbocker | |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Race | Gnome |
| Gender | Female |
| Guild | Trader |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | Klausette |
"As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen."
Description
You see Tinkery Gnickerbocker, Tiny Dancer of Elanthia, a Gnome.
She has a patchwork of amber glass clockwork pieces framed in bronze tumbling down one side of the face, glittery turquoise eyes and an outlandish pair of goggles sporting gear-shaped copper tinted lenses perched precariously on the end of a button nose. Her dark brown hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by a nifty Gnomish glarmencoupler.
She has rosy skin and a spritely compact figure.
She is tiny for a Gnome.
A bat-eared clockwork puppy wearing animated wings floats lazily around her left wrist, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her skin.
She is wearing a convoluted copper wire necklace holding a tiny Gnomic rackensprocket suspended within, a Gnomish tinkerer's jacket marred with soot and oil stains, a clockwork armillary sphere with golden rings, a comfy cotton shirt painted with "Rollin' with my Gnomies", a cambrinth flarmencrank trapped in a copper wire bracelet, a tiny tinkerer's trunk, an inventor's ironwood gadget box, a worn leather hat box decorated with faded travel labels and stamps, 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.
Trader Life
[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.
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