Meracles paid a visit to Ross, another sorcerer who owned a antique shop. Unfortunately for the local mystical creatures, it was also front for black market arcane goods.

“Hello, Ross,” said Meracles.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite slimy sorcerer,” said Ross. His eye tufts shifted.

“Just here to see if you needed any rune work, or had anything new in stock,” said Meracles.

“Nothing you’d be intersted in. The usual: fairy scales, boggart’s breath, nothing really divine or infernal like you like,” said Ross,” And as for rune work, I found a guy. He’s a journalist who dabbles in old languages. A bit of enchanted ink and he’s good to go. I think he’s even working on a Tome,”

Meracles tightened his lips,” Fine.”

Ross dusted off his coat,” No offense, friend, but if you found a better dealer, wouldn’t you use them?”

“Yes, I suppose I would. Still, I’m a customer for the time being. I’ll check back,” said Meracles.

“Good. You make any progress on that map?” asked Ross.

Meracles begin to lose his color, then turned into rough polygons and shattered himself like stained glass. The glass melted into a puff of pink tinted smoke and flowed under the door.

“He always was melodramatic. Guess I’ll take that as a no,” said Ross. He grabbed some pliers and a knife off the wall and went back to his work bench.