= Swift General Store
The General Store of Mosgaard.

//Working the counter is Elara "Ellie" Swift.//

You step into Swift Supply General Store, and a little brass bell above the door gives a tired ting. The place is packed floor-to-rafter with the essentials (and some non-essentials) every adventurer inevitably forgets: coils of rope, bundles of torches, iron lanterns, packs of iron rations, waterskins, bedrolls, and shelves of slightly dented weapons and armor. Barrels of nails, arrows, and dried goods crowd the floor, while a small display case holds minor potions, salves, and vials of glowing moss extract. A large slate board behind the counter lists prices in slightly smudged chalk, with sarcastic addendums like “No haggling before noon” and “Yes, the rope is overpriced. No, I don’t care.”

The air smells of oiled leather, smoked jerky, lamp oil, and a faint hint of burnt patience. In the back you can hear the occasional clank of the small repair forge. This is the first (and last) stop for most newcomers, and the place veterans grumble about when they realize they’re out of torches again.

Obvious exits: back to main street.