#baronyofthesilverwolf

"you wanted some spinach puffs?" he guesses

She snarls briefly, a curled lip. "What's this drek?" she shoves an lump of ore at him.

He looks at it, then says "Metal?"

"Bless your heart." she curses "No, it's ORE. Where'd it come from?"

"I bought it" he says chipper once more then hears a timer "Sec, got to check my spinach puffs" he does so carefully while she waits

She restrains herself from kicking him in the oven.

"WHY?" a forceful growl.

"Marigold said I should buy supplies for the place, she wanted to see what I would do. I bought a little something for everyone. Don't you use metal?" A brow lift, then he sniffs his spinach puffs "Hey, not bad. Marigold would do it better, but then obviously she would"

"Don't change the subject! Where did you get it??"

"Oh, yeah, there's a witchtel in town seeling ore... ain't that a kick?"

The Witchtel are a rarer kith but not unheard of. Said to be cousins to nockers, they're natural at finding or dowsing for things like water, metals and so on. Many are miners

"A -WITCHTEL-??"

"Where?"

"Flea market going on right now, just out side of town on Providence?" He names the street

Cussing under her breath, she stomps out to find a way to get to that side of town.

"You're welcome!" He calls after her

Well, many folks around here have cars. Will they give her a lift? Gwen could drive her. She could bother Wudlig. Or god help her, D'Lorean

Any chance there's a spare set of keys? She -can- drive....

If she plans on 'borrowing' someone else's car... there is the Baroness' might want to tell her first.

But she knows where the keys are

Or does she have a car of her own?

OOC She appeared at SW in a beat up 1950s Chevy. It runs. Mostly.

(Mea culpa, I misunderstood something 🐵

There it is, her 1950s Chevy. Soon she's in it, and driving towards Providence... the road, not the city nor the metaphorical concept

It runs. Mostly.

It may take some coaxing of the car, but she soon has the flea market in sight. A large beige building that someone has tarted up by putting streamers on and a big sign saying 'FLEA MARKET.' there are a smattering of cars and trucks around parked with various degrees of skill and concern.

"You gotta be kidding me....." she mutters, hops out of the parked and secured beater, and stomps in. The pisher shouldn't be hard to find.

"Five dollars , please" Says a guy at the front behind a desk "Entry fee to purchase from our great great deals here"

She snarls, but pulls a crumpled bill from her bib pocket and shoves it at him.

He stamps her hand "So you can come in again later today. If you like, when you leave you can ask about our 'Flea-Dom Rider Membership' every time we're here, you get in clear"

And he does it with an annoyingly fake smile

She doesn't waste time with that nonsense; she moves on, looking for the Witchtel.

To her possible surprise, there's more than one changeling here. She know there would be a Witchtel, but she actually sees a satyr in one corner selling paintings, a troll over there selling lawn equipment, and a boggan selling wooden toys of decent quality, for a pisher. But she also sees the Wichtel, like most of his kith, he's a bit on the squat but ripped side. He's got a surly look and there are barrels about him, some glimmering with ore.

She heads over, her expression a storm cloud.

There's all sorts of barrels with all sorts of ore, some of it glimmers with glamour. He looks her over, up and down ,and says in a gracious way "Yeah? Can I help you?"

She drops the rock on the table. "This yours?"

"Huh" He looks it over "I think I sold that. Why, you want more?"

"Could be." cagey "What is it?"

"Water repellent" he says "It floats on water because water won't touch it. It don't get wet. So it don't rust. I didn't do an exact measurement, but it seems water always stays a centimeter away from it or keeps it away from it. Got it's uses." he shrugs "I'm B.T. You got a name?"

She sucks her teeth, then mutters "Wilhelmina."

"Willy."

"Well, Willy" he doesn't snicker at Whelmina if he heard it at all, "It's like steel in some ways, purely chimerical but I know somewhat have the talent for fusing it with autumn alloys real easy. So you can adapt the properties. Last batch I sold was to this flakely little piskie, was worried he was gonna snatch a lump. Little grab hands can't help themselves everyone says yet when I bring payback from hell holler like 'i' can't help, I'm the bad guy. " A snort " So I caught him at the pass and told him about it. He bought some. I've had a bit of trouble selling it forenow to be honest"

"How come?"

"Word got out it's 'cursed' " An anoyed look "And that's all anyone listens to about the story, not HOW it's cursed or why"

A sour, skeptical look "Cursed how?"

"Well, I went to this seer to see WHY it rejeccted water, right? I'm in the trade. Need to know the material. Damn seer did some omens and pierced together the most likely history... which was what the seer was paid to do.... but no, she's got to start spreading the story to everyone else and they only remember cursed. Turns out, this likely fell from the Dreaming skies into the lower dreaming or autumn world even near some powerful pool nymph or whatever.. large splash, water displaced... cry me a river, maybe it was a river... don't know, don't care. Anyway, the water spirit CURSES the metal to begone from water and that it and water will have 'naught to do with each other' again so the stuff floats up and away ...hovering over the surface, or maybe it got spat out. I don't know, don't care. So what was meant as a 'curse' on some otherwise useful but unimpressive metal became a unique and even more useful quality. " B.T growls "But nooo.. damn eshu had to blab the story around. Now everyone is 'it's cursed' as if it was a curse on them. It's not the pox. It doesn't spread. It's ingrained in the metal and can be used by a little imagination"

She looks him over, hard, and then stares at the ore. "Yeah, ok. What else?"

"What do you mean?"

He blinks

"What else is wrong with it?"