@stellaumbra // starter call.
she had heard rumors of there being items from other worlds for sale in a marketplace somewhere within the wards. the real question was where - and how - to begin searching for such things when there was so much ground to cover? the market town had seemed like a solid start, but miorine had quickly realized this was far beyond the scope of her search capabilities. and so far there had been nothing that looked particularly... familiar.
a soft huff of a sigh escaped her, but she still persisted in what was likely to be a fruitless search. a display of well-worn tools and gadgets is all well and good, but not what she needs right now. the salesman - a man with a hat pulled on so tightly as to suspiciously cover his ears - is being terribly pushy, however.
'what do you think i'm going to do with a set of rusted tools and salvaged parts?'
'try fobbing your "wares" on someone else.' it was strange, how it felt like she couldn't leave, though... surely there wasn't some other force at play? she'd have laughed at magic before coming here, but now -
