No tricks. [The shop is lined with small vials and bottles, trinkets, dried flowers. And off in the corner is a spinning wheel, a pile of straw to one side, a pile of finely spun fiber beside it, glinting and shining a bit in the light.]
Well, what would you like to see? I suppose I'll have to make it good.
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Well, what would you like to see? I suppose I'll have to make it good.