Reply To: The Incense of the Quadrivium’s Mystiques

“I think we’re late setting our booths up, Frel,” Truella said with a frown. “We better go into the town. I need a toy shop and you need the ironmongers.”

“Toy shop? What for?”

“Miniature plastic cows.  I’ll spray them all with some metallic paint and sell them as magical idols or something. And some empty miniature bottles or vials to fill with cow dung.”

“You won’t be able to sell cow dung!”

“I will if it says magical on the bottle, you wait and see!”

“And I’m going to buy a box of hinges and pretend they’re magical too, is that it?”

“Have you got any other ideas?”

Frella was forced to admit that she had not.  “Come on then, there’s a bus to the shopping centre in ten minutes.”

“Perfect! You can tell me the rest of the story of the camphor chest on the way.”