You approach a large opening in the side of a cliff face in search of wares, the cave doesn't seem welcoming as the rest of the territory was, but still, you head inside. An old lioness hisses at you from an overhanging rock, her muzzle had long since greyed and a long scar stretched over her forehead and twisted down her neck. She hissed at you to not be another window shopper, and if you have a problem with price pm #244405 about it. Perhaps its best you hurry your shopping up.