Beautiful though the birdsong was, Aruna decided she had more important things to do than to find out about unusual songbirds. She had to earn her daily bread, for one thing. To be sure, she could always cast create food whenever the going got tough; the only trouble was that the food created by this spell always tasted kind of bland.
As she made her way to the bazaar, a group of several dozen stalls in the form of tents set up beneath the shade of a huge banyan tree in the town square, she noticed a shop in a rather isolated corner down a street. A signboard above the door read: Madame Zohari’s Magicks.
Aruna became curious and walked to the shop for a closer look. Through the large display window she saw colored potions of all kinds, glittering crystals, unusual-looking amulets and talismans, rings and bracelets, stacks of tomes, bundles of magical scrolls, and even magical wands and staffs, some sparkling with energy.
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