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This attire disguises you as a poor soul indebted to Raphael - other debtors in his thrall will not be hostile to you.

This attire disguises you as a poor soul indebted to Raphael - other debtors in his thrall will not be hostile to you.

Patterned with twists of gold, lilac and sapphire, these delicate shoes are very reasonable for dancing, romancing, perhaps even prancing.

Capably crafted, giving the impression of affirming wealth,

Based on a mad alchemist's experiments to derive youth from his victims by poisoning them, this cloak relies on a much more reliable arcane formula.

Lowly and poorly fitting on any physique, this garb is of worst quality.

Beneath a layer of dust, the mask still gleams. An innocent smile and wide, searching eyes - seeking its own kind.

This circlet shimmers with a hundred otherworldly metals.

Robust, sleek, and flattering, this ensemble presents a very fetching figure for the wearer.

Diamonds are like the colour black - they simply go with everything.

Cobblers have worked a diamond pattern into the sandals.

Darker than a starless night, Night Walkers are made for secrecy in the honour of Shar. This particular pair was found deep in the ruins of an Underdark fortress. Though the leather is old and the magic is fading, the boots were recently cleaned and oiled with care.

The ring from the djinni who worked in the circus. Its magic certainly explains how the djinni was able to cheat at the wheel.

Smells a bit rusty, but looks stylish nonetheless

An old, leather collar for a large dog. The name 'Myrna' is engraved on the tag, surrounded by a plethora of indecipherable runes.

This petite flute, engraved with drow sigils, is said to have belonged to Captain Dostrealt of the spelljammer flitter 'Erevan's Clutch'.

A simple gold ring with a simple inscription: 'From Miri and Benryn'.

Scratched in places, scorched in others, and worn thin at the heel, these boots bear the indelible marks of experience.

A battle-burnished armour tempered with otherworldly steel.

Shallow, web-like lines have been tooled into these boiled leather boots.

Fabricated from lizard hides in the depths of the Underdark, these gloves were never meant to see the light of day.

With its harsh, almost arachnid cut and shape, this outfit evokes the spiderlike denizens of the Underdark.

Tracings of glossy black spider-web mark this drow-made armour. Its supple, but strong - and made to blend in with the dark caves and crevices of the Underdark.

Tracings of glossy black spider-web mark this drown-made armour. Its supple, but strong - and made to blend in with the dark caves and crevices of the Underdark.

Dark, messy stains line the armholes of the well-used leather breastplate.

Dark, messy stains line the armholes of the well-used leather breastplate.

Dark, messy stains line the armholes of the well-used leather breastplate.

Dark, messy stains line the armholes of the well-used leather breastplate.

Dark, messy stains line the armholes of the well-used leather breastplate.

Dark, messy stains line the armholes of the well-used leather breastplate.

These supple gloves provide both flexibility and protection.

Long ago, Kushigo was a warrior. Bedecked in enormous, stag-antlered plate, his arrival spelled doom for the enemy. This flimsy cloth speaks nothing to that legacy.

Skilled hands crafted this armour, reinforcing the metal plates while sacrificing none of the flexibility.

A draped robe made with lightweight fabric. Made for seduction rather than battle.

After she returned from her confinement at the hands of the demon prince Graz'zt, the Goddess of prosperity, Waukeen, appointed a champion, who donned this studded leather and took up arms against those who had schismed and corrupted her church in the interim.

These shoes make light, almost imperceptible clicking noises as they walk on stone, the wood nice and sculpted.

The weight of the interwoven steel rings is offset by clever elven craftsmanship - rustling against your undershirt, the mail feels like you're wearing a cloud.

The tabard adoring this perfectly-kept platemail denotes the status of its wearer - Marshal of the Flaming Fist and ultimate military authority in Baldur's Gate.

Tapered to a precise point, such as the wizardly mind when focusing on a nice big dinner, instead of all these complicated spells.

Silvery wings spread over the stiff unyielding leather.

Imported in bulk from Calimshan, the gemstone set in this ring is roughly finished and marred with visible flaws.

Imported in bulk from Calimshan, the gemstone set in this ring is roughly finished and marred with visible flaws.

Each stitch not embellished with filigree and gold weave is gorgeous as the polished scales of a green dragon fully grown.

Black as volcanic glass and just as valuable, this ensemble would turn the eye of an entire court.

The brutish thuggery of the Enforcer's position is summarised in this helmet's design.

The shield is so battered, its metallic portions have the look of a creased grey shirt. However, underneath those folds of steel, scintillas of arcane light glimmer, echoing the hidden power of the Enforcers.

Created by a designer and an enchanter who were going through a messy divorce at the time. As such the armour is filled with passive-aggresive rage.

A fleshy amulet shaped by Sovereign Spaw's own hand. Wherever the bearer goes, so does the myconid circle.

Rogues in Waterdeep prefer these spring-loaded boots that make evading the city watch a breeze.