Errol came in and purchased a scroll for the spell psionic chakrams, figuring an extra pair of weapons would surely be useful. As he left he read over the scroll and found himself spending more time pondering the form of his next illusion than the spell he actually read.
Heulen entered the shop and purchased a scroll containing Sicken, read the parchment and gained its knowledge, and then exited the shop after thanking the owner.
Olus and christov ended up in the shop at the same time. After a bit of discussion Christov bought Olus' Prism Rock for 120 gold and Olus ended up buying the spell weaken. then they both exited the store.
**Kincaid made her way into the shop, having changed into plain azure robes and adopted a rather put-out expression. Fake fighter for the warrior's society, fake mage for the spellshop. Why not?**
**Kincaid strode right up to him, projecting an air of both familiarity and utter disgust at the world itself.**
Kincaid - "You know, there was a time when people were afraid of purveyors of the arcane. Oh, they'd tremble and shake at the mere thought of upsetting such mysterious and powerful enigmas. Now?"
**She huffed, quickly folding her arms.**
Kincaid - "I get delivered a fifty pounds of blank scrolls mixed in with my actual spells, and the Peacekeepers say it's 'Not Their Jurisdiction.'. Gods I wish I could turn them into toads. Gods I wish I knew that spell."
**She sighed abruptly.**
Kincaid - "Who am I kidding. I could never sell the whole 'unsettling spellseller' deal. Too damn cute I suspect. It's a curse it is."
Kincaid - "Up until now 'the only damn service available' has been working okay. When you're as far out west as I am, the only other real option is to hike up the Scionics and see if no one comes back from there because they don't want to leave all the very nice spellshops."
Kincaid - "It's a small market, sure. But I get it to myself mostly; most mystical tutors don't fancy living over a barn with a bunch of pigs. Literal pigs. The sort that oink. Still though, it makes sense. There's serious practical use for workaday magics out west. Plant and Bestial magics for the farmsteads, Earth to work hardscrabble land, Storm to quiet down the blasted windstorms we get. It's not a bad living, I have to say."
**She abruptly huffed again, as if suddenly remembering the original line of conversation.**
Kincaid - "At least it was until I had to drop my suppliers. It's what I get for dealing with Elexians I guess; gods their shipping costs were cheap."
Kincaid - "Both. I'm shipping just about everything actually; I have to create some sort of atmosphere in a spellshop, and there's really nothing amenable to that out West."
Deshwitat- Well, I can tell you that sinking the gold into the templates gives you a much better profit margin than shipping in whole scrolls, cuts down on the risk from bandits, as well.
Deshwitat- I don't know about most places, but that's certainly how I conduct my business. I only need to have a few of each scroll available at a time, which keeps thefts at a minimum.
Kincaid - "Yeah? Could I take a look-see? Would save me from having to waste time cursing my old suppliers out of spite. More mature to just wash my hands of the thing, yeah?"
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Kincaid - "You know, there was a time when people were afraid of purveyors of the arcane. Oh, they'd tremble and shake at the mere thought of upsetting such mysterious and powerful enigmas. Now?"
**She huffed, quickly folding her arms.**
Kincaid - "I get delivered a fifty pounds of blank scrolls mixed in with my actual spells, and the Peacekeepers say it's 'Not Their Jurisdiction.'. Gods I wish I could turn them into toads. Gods I wish I knew that spell."
**She sighed abruptly.**
Kincaid - "Who am I kidding. I could never sell the whole 'unsettling spellseller' deal. Too damn cute I suspect. It's a curse it is."
Kincaid - "Up until now 'the only damn service available' has been working okay. When you're as far out west as I am, the only other real option is to hike up the Scionics and see if no one comes back from there because they don't want to leave all the very nice spellshops."
Kincaid - "It's a small market, sure. But I get it to myself mostly; most mystical tutors don't fancy living over a barn with a bunch of pigs. Literal pigs. The sort that oink. Still though, it makes sense. There's serious practical use for workaday magics out west. Plant and Bestial magics for the farmsteads, Earth to work hardscrabble land, Storm to quiet down the blasted windstorms we get. It's not a bad living, I have to say."
**She abruptly huffed again, as if suddenly remembering the original line of conversation.**
Kincaid - "At least it was until I had to drop my suppliers. It's what I get for dealing with Elexians I guess; gods their shipping costs were cheap."
Deshwitat- I don't see why not.
The mage cracked his knuckles and gestured at a shelf near Kincaid.
Deshwitat- You'll want the blue ledger, there.