"What are you selling?" William asked the raccoon mage.
"Spells and incantations for those who can afford them!" the mage replied cheerfully. "I'm have all sorts of trinkets and spells that any aspiring adventurer might want!" He waved his hand across the table in front of his tent where dozens of different kinds of items were spread out on it.
William picked up a random ring off of the table, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know," he said. "I heard that this magic stuff is just a bunch of bunk."
The raccoon mage looked upset. "Is that so? Well, get a taste of my favorite expansion spell..." The mage waved his hands in a series of gestures. Suddenly, a cloud of blue sparkles popped into existence and flew right into William's face. William flinched back and brushed off his face. He waited a couple of seconds and found that nothing had happened.
"See? Just a bunch of bunk." said William.
"Oh, really?" the mage asked. He glanced over the shoulder William's shoulder. William looked behind him and noticed that, in fact, the spell had worked; his rump was noticeably larger.
William's cheeks burned bright red in embarrassment. "Okay, fine, what are you selling?"
The raccoon mage looked smug. "Consider that a free sample. I'm selling anything that's on this table. Prices are in front of each item."
William scanned the table and was disappointed to find that he could only afford three items: a plain gold ring, a throwing knife, or a simple black leather collar.
"What do those things do?" He pointed out the only three items he could afford.
"Ah, the ring is quite handy. It prevents the wearer from popping. So if you get trapped by a Syrup Vine, you'll be able to drain the thing dry before you pop. What you do as a giant, syrup-filled fox at that point is beyond the powers of the ring. That throwing knife is tipped with dire wolf poison. You know how dire wolves hunt, right? They stab their prey with their claws and the wound blows them up to massive proportions. The same will happen to whoever you use that on. It's a single-use only, and be careful not to poke yourself with it. And, well, I'm not sure what exactly that collar does. One of my men brought it back from an adventure, and I know that it has some magical properties, but I haven't pinpointed what it does just yet."
"Isn't that irresponsible to sell magical items that you don't know what they do?" asked William.
"I'm just looking to get rid of it." replied the mage. "So are you going to buy something or not?"
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