Hara'jaal Jewelry Shop

[The Enclave, Jewelry Shop]
Whale oil lanterns cast a hazy glow over the cluttered shop and coat the display cases with a thin film of soot. Two long, narrow windows are grimy and barred shut, holding in the fetid odor of unwashed bodies and cheap cologne. Betina, the shop's owner, shares lewd comments and bawdy laughter with the burly Gor'Tog guards milling about. You also see a stout iron door, a hand-shaped wooden table with some stuff on it, and a dusty velvet-lined tray with some stuff on it.