As we know, Travance is place of many dangers, trials, and tribulations.
Maybe you are great warrior who slay demons with a single blow.
Maybe you are powerful sorcerer who lay waste to your enemy with powerful magics.
Maybe you are smith who craft items of glory and wonder for the defense of town.
Maybe you are all of these or none of these.
Either way, all of the pressure and strain of living takes its toll on the body, da?
You cannot slay stiff muscles with a sword, or relax the body with a fire ball.
So you come to Sergei.
Sergei has magic hands, to soothe your aches and muscles.
Sergei has oils to make the skin and body feel relaxed.
Sergei also makes house calls and works parties, public and private.
All for reasonable price!
Sergei knows you work hard.
Sergei knows you need to relax.
You want good massage, you come to Sergei.
Don't you deserve it?
-Sergei Petsho
"What do you take me for? Some kind of big damn hero?"
Sergei Petsho, Voivode and Steward of Inovar, Owner and Masseur Extraordinaire of Magic Hands Massage.
"What, it's for my research, I swear!"
Nigel Whitworth, Gentleman Apothecary
"Here, kid, suck on this and shut up for a while."
Aengus MacAengus Hesperus, Professional Old Person
OOG: Chris Zipeto
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