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Tamilda: "You have a market stall??" Kayra: "Of course! I have to earn a living, after all."
Tamilda: "I didn't realize hags NEED money." Kayra: "You can't forage EVERYTHING from the woods or unwary adventurers, sweetie. - Granny dismal realized years ago that there are more customers in the CITY than in a haunted forest. - And they're RICHER, too. - She's a very modern thinker, you know."
Tamilda: "GRANNY ran the stall?? - Didn't she... FRIGHTEN people?" Kayra: "Oh, she's at LEAST as good at glamours as me! - Speaking of which..." Kayra snaps her fingers. Smoke curls around her.
Kayra: "That's better! - Anyway.. When I was old enough, Granny taught me to brew potions, and I helped out with sales." Tamilda: "And eventually you started running the stall yourself?"
Kayra: "Yep! I didn't change much... Some redecorating, repainted the sign -- Granny is great at spells, but not at spelling -- ...But for some reason, business really improved when I took over." Tamilda (looking down at the sign): "Gee..."
It's an old sign that has been roughly painted over. It says "POTIONS", but the original text, now covered very badly, said "POISONS". Tamilda, grinning: "I can't imagine why." |