#&wick

[flygefisk]

wick and ipswich! wick runs a hidden magic item shop called "wick's wondrous wares" down by the docks, and ipswich is his... less than enthusiastic assistant.

wick's wondrous wares is a crowded space made hazy by incense smoke and scattered lanterns, packed with allegedly magical items of every shape, size, and purpose. (quality and efficacy may vary)

wick himself puts on a front of a mysterious mystic, a merchant from a far-off land who knows secrets about everyone who wanders in. he's really a scholar, cataloging enchantment methods from around sornieth- though, he is selling these items acquired by dubious means, so. he's a bit vain, very flirtatious, but overall a decent sort.

ipswich is having some trouble adjusting to their current circumstances. these silly land-mortal customs seem ridiculous. having to wear clothes in public? not solving every dispute with teeth? gender??? and they're just so much smaller. it's awful.

they're a grouch, and think they're above everyone, but they are having a good enough time sifting through this novel little trinkets wick presents to them. not that they'd ever admit it. all they want is for wick to break this stupid binding spell, so they can destroy this entire city and return to the depths. ugh. hurry up already.