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Who: Phibrizzo and OPEN
When: September 4th, between 10am and 4pm (just specify when your character is stopping in)
Where: The Seyrunn Shop of Sorcery
What: Business at a magic shop
Warnings: Probably no more than PG

The Seyrunn Shop of Sorcery had two selling points that distinguished them from other magic shops in the city: the magic amulets with spells pre-loaded into them, and Brass Rackets - a sport from the co-owners' world that used enchanted rackets. Neither item required magic ability. Other wares in the shop, such as their selection of magical herbs, ritual items, and other supplies, were for people who were actually magic users. However, the amulets could be used by anyone as a self-defense item against the Darkness monsters, and the rackets depended on the user's strength of will and force of personality.

At the moment, Phibrizzo was placing some of the magic amulets in a sturdy clear glass cabinet that locked. Spotting someone approaching him from the side, he turned to greet them.

"Hello. What can I do for you, today?"

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"The amulets are priced according to how many spells are pre-loaded into them," said Phibrizzo. "Wind spells are the least expensive, fire and ice spells are equal in price, and then you're right, the astral plane ones are the most expensive."

Although he didn't charge that much more for them, because he still wanted people to purchase them. Giving what could be perceived as a bargain was important for attracting customers, but if it was too much of a bargain, people would write it off as being cheap and worthless. It was a balance he was learning about, and the experience of being a businessman was interesting enough to keep him engaged and busy.

"Hmn very well.. I wish to purchase a fire amulet with five charges, please." Alouette decides.

It wasn't a simple conclusion either, and probably not even a very good calculation; but she decided the best she could do for now was go straight for the middle and hope it would be enough to last her a month.

"All right, that will be thirty dollars," said Phibrizzo. "You can refill the amulet with five charges for twenty dollars when you come back."

He unlocked a cabinet, took out an amulet with five charges in it, and included instructions on how to cast the spell on a piece of paper as well. The amulet was wrapped tidily in tissue paper and sealed with tape inside a tiny box.

"To cast the spell, aim at your target and say 'flare arrow', nice and loud. The spell will do the rest. If you know how to use a bow, aiming the spell that way might be a good idea. Otherwise, you can aim it like you're throwing a spear, or by pointing with your hand. The instructions have been included."

"Thirty dollars.." Alouette repeats. It was impossible for her to tell how good a deal that was, so she'd go along with it this time. She took the money from her purse and paid up before taking the amulet.

After getting the instruction, the girl looks pretty pleased, "I see, that is rather simple! Thank you very much for your help, monsieur shopkeep. Perhaps we'll meet again."

"Enjoy your amulet, miss," said Phibrizzo. "And don't forget to read over the instructions one more time before you try using the spell."

The instructions also contained safety information and disclaimers absolving the Seyrunn Shop of Sorcery of responsibility for anything other than a defective amulet. It included a warning to not subject the amulet to blunt trauma. While they could handle being dropped or banged into without any problem, there were people with superhuman strength and Phibrizzo wasn't sure of exactly how much force the amulets could take without breaking.

"Of course I will! Oh, and expect a critique when I do return." Alouette warned with a smirk; though Phibrizzo likely has the utmost confidence about the amulets and isn't at all worried about a 'poor' review.

She isn't the type to use things without reading instructions first; which is especially good since things are so technologically advanced now. So she gave the young shopkeep a curtsey then went along her merry way.