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[theappleofhis]

[There is a sign hanging in the window of the camp store. It reads:

SPRING SALE
PRICES AND CURRENCY NEGOTIABLE
WE ALSO TAKE SPECIAL ORDERS

In front of said store, racks of highly classy t-shirts have been set out. A large ice chest sits nearby filled with cool, refreshing bottles of coke and water. (You know you want one. It's a nice, warm day

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[runstowardsfire]

*looking through the bewildering array of stuff*

[theappleofhis]

[sweeping nearby]

[runstowardsfire]

. . . Excuse me, is this your shop?

[theappleofhis]

I help run it with my husband. Did you have a question?

[runstowardsfire]

Er, yes . . . I don't have much money, so do you trade?

[theappleofhis]

Trade is fine! I also accept chores.

[runstowardsfire]

Chores, yes, I can do that. I can also make cheese, churn butter and make herbal remedies if you need them.

[theappleofhis]

You can make cheese and butter?

[runstowardsfire]

I grew up on a farm. The cheese and butter are the only things I can sell for money because I'm not allowed to sell services or magic.

[theappleofhis]

You can use magic?

[runstowardsfire]

For certain things. For instance, I cannot magic up paper and ink from nothing.

[theappleofhis]

That's really interesting.

[runstowardsfire]

Magic seems to be different here too. I can't understand the barrier at all.

[theappleofhis]

I don't think anyone can.

[runstowardsfire]

It was very stand-offish and smug about it too.

[theappleofhis]

-Was it?