#dreaming

And they knock on the door a voice says "Come in, come in"

August motions for the ladies to stand back, and clear, for a moment while he stands to the side and opens the door; without any surprises (?) he stands in the doorway, looking in.

"Come in, come in" Says a friendly voice. Looking in reveals one of those shops that is bigger on the inside than the out. There are dozens of knicknacks, tools , and treasures on staggered shelves on the wall, everything from yo yos to jewelry to power tools.

Zara does enjoy a shop! So many curiosities to ogle.

So ddoes a ceratain Eshu who steps through "How wonderful"

"Come in," SHe says "It really is rather nice. " Her voice can be heard "Ooo how much for this anklet?"

"3000 dollars worth in gold, or silver, or your memory of the best sexual encounter you ever had" Says the vendor

Ruzgarla puts it BACK

A soft chuff.

The proprietor , it turns out, is a male boggan, though is ..not chngeling, his is a soul still almost entirely dream, never under gone the way. As such, he feels a bit odd, and very old to most kithain, yet also with a freshness . The fae smiles "Welcome welcoem welcome, to quality that lasts and beauty that does not dim easy, if you're able to pay the price. I ask for no souls. I don't truck in such nonsense... but as you just heard, I do deal in other intangibles"

Zara is drawn to shadows and cobwebs, there's always a dim corner, somewhere.

Oh she finds it right away, and what a trove she finds. A flickering crystal ball that is the color of a clouded over night but with thousands of fireflies dancing in defiance. A boneless chimerical cat, lounging, waiting perhaps for a home... it has enough cartilege to give it shape, but seems almost liquid with skin and fur to contain it.

There's a slender book black book on a silver chain with an embossed skull with a quill through it's eye on the cover.

A coiled whip that reminds Zara of some of Stevi's the satyress' hobbies, it is raven feather black, but with a purple band about the handle and script that you have to strain to see . If she looks, 'The Queen Enjoys her role'

A peek inside the book, if it opens.

It does. It says simply "Here in are the last words of..." but has no more. Yet , so many blank pages.

"Oh just made that recently despite the look," the Fae Says to her "It is from an old old sluagh book binding magic. You see, you stand over the corpse, and ghost or not, the brief story of HOW the person died is written out. "

Her ink-black eyes light up.

"You made that?" The Eshu says

"Oh yes, hence the 'fast part', I try to keep a head start on all sorts of things" The owner says

"Butcher, baker, candlestick maker....."August murmurs after they enter.

A smile, remembering.

"Oh, they're deeper in than I, sir" Says the propertier "And naming of that skill is beyond me. But perhaps I've something here you'd like anyway? Or you can order a commission?"

A tap on the book and an inquisitive look at the boggan.

The proprietor looks at Zara with a smile under a set of eyes with double brows "Seven Hundred dollars in gems, or you die one minute earlier than you normally would have. I would also accept your ability your third favorite poem from your memory"

She considers this.

August does see things that are worthy of a sidhe lord. There is a smaller blade, a main gaunche weapon for florentine fighting. It has a lovely star design in the hilt.

There's a set of chainmail that appears to be made of dremt and craft mithril

A dress of shimmering hues that seem to shift, Coradel would look lovely in it

And , perhaps to his surprise, a crucifix, crafted of silver

"That last item is a relic of 'True Enough Faith' , Very useful for protecting from the powers of Children of Lilith and diabolist willworkers." The vendor explains "I can also make it in the form of Stars of David and other various religions. Yours for memory of your favorite hymn, or a dance you had learned.... or a brand new Autumn World Car. Don't worry, I have contacts that can pick up that and deliver it for me"

At the boggan's proposed bargain to Zara, August shakes his head somberly in the negative. "Not one minute sooner." he warns.

His gaze does linger on the crucifix, but he does not touch.

"And I sense an oath of love on you? If your love be the dress wearing type, that dress might delight her OR Him. It changes colors depending on her moods, vibrant as her passions, and lest you thik it serve MERELY as a warning signal for you" A chuckle "It also gives her a bit of protection from Chicanery, Aprhodisia, and other emotion effecting cantrips. Though it must be said after it blocks such a spell delivered in malaice, it will begin to slowly unravel. Long enough for her to make flight before she is exposed entire I assure you. Such a transitory item is not so expensive. You agree that I get to name your next child's MIDDLE name, or you give me your first saturday of the next month"

Zara notices Ruzgarla has jewelry on HER... bracelets with small gems. Not enough to pay for 700 dollars though

A regretful sigh, and she places th ebook back.

"I thank you, good sir, but no." politely.

Ruzgarla also looks sorrowful at some of the items she sees, then she pauses "You do...commisons? CUSTOM jobs?"

"But of course" The fae answers "If you don't see something you like, or have a specific need, but ask . I am Fast AND good"

Ruzgarla ponders "Would there bit an item you could make for me, that would whisk me and up to five others away from even a shielded location to a place of my choosing? One shot only, one charge."

"I could make such in my sleep" The Fae boasts

"And the price?" She asks

"Another gets to share your face and form for a month, though they may commit crimess while looking like you so beware, or a week where you are instead so ugly all but the strongest willed recoil and even those who love you will not look easily..." then he ssays "Or a New York Mets Season Pass"

Ruzgarla ponders the first, SHUDDERS at the second, and chuckles at the third

"I don't suppose" She asks Zara and August "Anyone has a New York Mets Season Pass they'd be willing to give me?"

August shakes his head; no tickets on him.

Zara shakes her head, indignant.

She would never.

She nods to August, then notices Zara's indignation, "No need to get huffy, Miss Zara" She looks at the Boggan "How about one that does it for three? That is, myself plus two more?" Eshu apparently haggle even at pricey places

The Fae looks surprised, but it is a commison "I dislike reducing QUALITY, but.. Someone can share your form for 2 weeks, or you're ugly for 3 days, or you give up 3 single game tickets to the White Sox"