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[telvanni]

I have spent the last week painstakingly enchanting a small selection of high quality magical staves. Since I am a wizard, I find my own powers of spellcasting are more than sufficient for my needs. As such, I do not actually need the staves I have made. They were produced simply as a way to hone my craft; nothing more.

This means I am giving them away to certain parties that may be in need of them. If you would like an enchanted staff that fires elemental blasts at your foes, you need only make your case to me. Preference will be given to applicants who as of yet possess no useful echoes and agree to submit to some harmless tests.

No time-wasters.

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[telvanni]

At any point between nine to five this weekend will suffice. Mithryn's Books. Let yourself in and be sure to wipe your feet.

[ And here's the address! ]

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[tenaciousc]

I'm free Sunday morning. I'll be there.

[As promised, she arrives at the shop a little after ten that Sunday. She lets herself in in a hurry, with only a brief sharp knock on the door for politeness's sake first. Her outfit might be a clue as to why the rush: a worn orange jumpsuit that makes her look like she just walked out of prison. It's not what she left the house in.]

Hello? It's Michelle. I'm here about the staff?

[telvanni]

[ Well that's. An odd outfit.

After a second or two of horrified goggling, Nathaniel shrugs. It's probably some sort of foolish youngster fashion trend. Prison chic, maybe. Convict couture. ]

...Mmmyes. By process of elimination... Ice, I presume?

[ With a final judging look at the jumpsuit, he ducks behind the counter. RUMMAGE RUMMAGE. ]

[tenaciousc]

[Noticing that look, Michelle sighs and palms her forehead.]

It's an Echo. Hit me on my way here. With any luck, nobody saw.

[She shifts awkwardly on her feet, looking around the shop while he's behind the counter.]

Right, ice.