They had just graduated school and badly wanted to be a merchant. Seeing a traveling elf with the gnome friend riding on the back of a fluffy, happy, cat, they asked the three adventurers "You've traveled far and wide, adventurers, haven't you? What kind of shops are popular?" -- Anon Guest
[AN: Gnomes are small, but not that small. Something about Mundane-born species having real physical limits, shapeshifting into one means you have to look like one etc etc. TLDR: I'm not having a Gnome riding a housecat]
Ram Gourdin had yet to find where she belonged. School had prepared her with everything society said she needed to know. Skills important to become part of a business, part of a home, or otherwise a part of society. She had coin enough to do anything she wanted, but she needed to be certain it would be a success.
She had only one shot at this.
Men in this realm could easily take up a trade if their business failed. Women... were prevented from a great many trades, including Adventuring. Ram chafed at it, but lacked the power and influence to truly change anything. That was why she was patrolling the places where travelers, wanderers, and Adventurers were wont to frequent. Asking around to find out what they always looked for.
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