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It was a nice day, with clear skies and a slight breeze. The Elbion market was bustling but the small enchanting shop was rather quiet. It was cool inside. Rows of shelves filled the space and paper lanterns hung from the ceiling between the rows. The shelves were covered with random seemingly mundane everyday items and small boxes filled with smooth polished stones the size of almonds. Spoons, brooms, crystal eye glasses, bowls, fountain pens, the collection seemed random. Yet despite the outwardly mundane seeming nature of the place the space seemed to vibrate with internal energy, and every item carried some significant power, however small.
Dearien sat in the back of his shop flipping through a large accounting book. He noted something down with an expensive looking fountain pen made of polished black wood with gold detailing. There was no ink pot for dipping yet the pen was still able to write perfectly.
The bell at the front of the shop rung as the door opened and a homely middle aged woman walked in. Dearian looked and and smiled. "Welcome back Mrs. Mowerly, how can I help you?" he said as her rolled is wheelchair out from around the table. His right leg was missing below the knee, though he seemed very comfortable in the chair and had no trouble moving it around the shelves, which were spaced wider apart than in many other shops.
"I was hoping you had something that could help me with my mouse problem,"
"I thought you had a cat for that?"
"We do, but she is getting older and hasn't been as interested lately."
"Hum, let me see what I can do," He mussed turning his chair and rolling down another isle he stopped at a shelf and picked up a small gold bell on the end of a blue silk ribbon. The bell bounced on the end of the ribbon but there was no sound. "This bell makes a sound that only mice and other rodents can hear, put this on your cat or around your wrist while you are in the house and the mice should all leave within a few days." He smiled dropping the bell into her hand.
Mrs. Mowerly took the bell and followed him to the back of the room. "How much is it?" She asked as Dearien took a locked box out from under the desk.
"For you- Only two silver."
She smiled "I knew I could count on you," she said digging through her money purse for the coins.
Dearien sat in the back of his shop flipping through a large accounting book. He noted something down with an expensive looking fountain pen made of polished black wood with gold detailing. There was no ink pot for dipping yet the pen was still able to write perfectly.
The bell at the front of the shop rung as the door opened and a homely middle aged woman walked in. Dearian looked and and smiled. "Welcome back Mrs. Mowerly, how can I help you?" he said as her rolled is wheelchair out from around the table. His right leg was missing below the knee, though he seemed very comfortable in the chair and had no trouble moving it around the shelves, which were spaced wider apart than in many other shops.
"I was hoping you had something that could help me with my mouse problem,"
"I thought you had a cat for that?"
"We do, but she is getting older and hasn't been as interested lately."
"Hum, let me see what I can do," He mussed turning his chair and rolling down another isle he stopped at a shelf and picked up a small gold bell on the end of a blue silk ribbon. The bell bounced on the end of the ribbon but there was no sound. "This bell makes a sound that only mice and other rodents can hear, put this on your cat or around your wrist while you are in the house and the mice should all leave within a few days." He smiled dropping the bell into her hand.
Mrs. Mowerly took the bell and followed him to the back of the room. "How much is it?" She asked as Dearien took a locked box out from under the desk.
"For you- Only two silver."
She smiled "I knew I could count on you," she said digging through her money purse for the coins.