A quaint, rustic shop lies just off the road of a lesser known street. It’s sign sways to the breeze of an autumn evening, revealing elegant words that spell out, ‘Oswald’s Trinkets’. A traveler enters off the cobbled stone just as the shop keep flicks a dusty lantern on. Interested, the shop keep’s attention is drawn to the entrance, squinting at the traveler. The hilt of her longsword pokes out right under her deep hazel hair. She quickly makes her way through a maze of shelfs to where the shop keep sits.

“What has Mazie brought me today?” His voice releases in a squeaky tone, placing down a bobble he was holding.

Letting her backpack sling off to one shoulder she responds, “Great dungeon haul today, along with an awful lot of fighting.” She rummages in the bag before pulling out various captivating items. “You ever wish you could get out of this stuffy shop old man?” She teased while pulling out a dazzling potion that glows a vibrant blue.

The potion illuminates the man as he adjusts his striped shirt collar and responds, “Of course not, this shop is my purpose. It was passed down from my father and from his father before him. I could not give any of them up.” Smiling under his scraggly beard, he then goes to inspects several of the items.

“ooooo, an ornate tea pot! And several ivory daggers!” He exclaims as he excitedly pulls out the partially damaged objects. The man recoils in disgust mewling, “Ohhhh! Great Googldy Gitchers!! Is this a finger?!”

“It sure is, and I need you to mend the skin ,” she chuckles, smirking.

A face of disgust ripples across the shop keeps face like a baby tasting a lemon for the first time. He stammers, “And, i-is this your digit?”

“nope.”