“The Provisioner's Provisions occupies a long, narrow timber building with a bright blue door, brass roof gutters, and a covered loading awning where pack animals can be sheltered from rain. The front room smells of lamp oil, dried herbs, leather, and cinnamon. Goods hang from ceiling beams in neat clusters: cookware, rope, blankets, tools, waterskins, travel cloaks, and bundles of arrows. A painted sign shows a dragonborn hand offering a loaf of bread to a weary traveler. The shopkeeper is Kestra Embervein, a copper-scaled dragonborn woman in her early forties. She wears a leather apron over a faded green traveling coat and keeps a slate board tucked beneath one arm for calculating prices. Kestra is warm, direct, and suspicious of anyone who cannot explain what they need. She remembers customers by their boots, accents, and preferred trail rations. Her left horn is chipped, and she claims it happened during a mule race, though regulars insist it was lost fighting bandits on the northern road. Kestra runs the shop with two part-time assistants, a teenage human named Pell and a quiet half-elf named Orrin. During business hours, one assistant usually works in the stockroom while the other watches the front. Kestra does not openly advertise the Potion of Healing or the field kits, but she offers them to customers who seem competent, desperate, or vouched for by a caravan master. She gives a 5 percent discount on bulk mundane supplies to recognized adventuring parties, but charges double for emergency deliveries after sunset. The store is a general merchant rather than an arms dealer. Its weapons and armor are practical stock meant for travelers, guards, and settlers. The shop's custom goods are assembled by Kestra from caravan experience, making them useful but modest. Her greatest weakness is a habit of leaving the office ledger open while arguing over prices, and her greatest strength is knowing exactly which floorboards creak after years of living above the shop.”